Wednesday, June 12, 2013
Mountain biking along mostly flat Steamboat Ditch, I ran into some 80-ish year old grandma while I'm grunting & straining up some little hill that was maybe 400 vertical feet at best. Right as she stepped aside to let me pass, my lungs clamped shut, my head started spinning, and I lost what little traction & balance I had in the loose sandy dust. So I hopped off the bike so as to not break my last good hip. Granny says to me..."you can't let this little hill stop you", and shakes her head in disgust. "I know, I'm pathetic", I reply. Very pathetic.