DH and I spent our Sunday morning going Mountain Biking in Norfolk. It wasn't a particularly long ride since we had to get back in time for our Mountain Ball game, but it was fun. I fell... a lot... and I'm thinking about switching my cleats to ones that DH just got that are supposed to come out much more easily. He hasn't fell once due to being clipped in since getting them, and even though it's easier for me to get out than it used to, I still find myself on the ground quite a bit. Needless to say, I have a whole new crop of cuts and bruises. No biggie.
Right at the start of the ride as we were heading to the trail, we encountered two pigs on the side of the road. We came around a corner and scared the hell out of them. One went straight up the embankment, which was practically vertical. It would have made it too if the vegetation at the top wasn't so thick. It jumped down and followed the other which was running right along side me and the darted into the bushes when it reached an opening. I've never seen a wild pig before, very cool.
The rest of the ride was filled with exploring the trails and trying to figure out how they all interconnect. Now that the trails are drying up, hopefully we can start riding more consistently so I can get stronger and work on my skills. I enjoy it, but it'd be nice to stay upright a little more than I've been doing.
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