What would you be doing three days before a trip of a lifetime?
At a guess, packing, making sure you've got everything? Right?
Well, I've been living on nerves for the past so many weeks (not just the trip, but that's been a large part of it), that I decided I wanted to ride this weekend.
We could do a number of things, but I wanted to check how wrecked the tracks were after last weekend (our first event for the year). I just couldn't go with a clear conscience without seeing them for myself - I'll be not much (none) help for the next event, due to races Henk wants to do.
Due to other forest commitments, we couldn't go Sat or Sun, so Monday had to do (long weekend).
After riding a track numerous times (I was on my own), I decided to try a downhill I didn't overly like. I made it down the first time (without realising the guys were behind me), and decided I wasn't happy with that attempt, so tried again. Second attempt, I made it down again, but at the bottom, did something stupid (don't ask what, I don't know) and crashed the bike. This meant I got the shifter going into my shin (it bloody hurt, I was beginning to wonder if it was broken), and as I started to ride, worked out I had the grand total of first & neutral. I pulled over at a point I could lean the bike against a post, found something to hammer the shifter out with & carried on. I decided third time lucky, so went back round for the downhill again. This time, I managed to get jammed under the bike, with the brake lever in my boot (other leg). I managed to move the bike round so I could get out from under it, got the bike back down & decided to head back to camp.
Ummm, where does this trail take me? I dunno, guess I'll have to work it out. I carried on riding, just taking me wherever my nose took me (not lost, just not quite sure where the trails started & ended), decided my shin was a bit too sore & it really was time to head back to camp.
I got back to find no one there, so thought I'd take my boot off & see what damage I had inflicted upon myself. I grabbed some ice, but that hurt more than the shin, so just hobbled about until the others turned up.
We had lunch and I decided I had to see if it hurt too much to ride (we'd missed getting some arrows in last week, so good excuse). After grabbing the last of the arrows, I decided another round was the go. I spotted a couple of the guys, waved at them & carried on. When I got back round, I had to see whether the guys were still there or not (and what they were up to), so went back round again. Heading out, I spotted Henk & friend coming back, but decided to go anyway. I just did a half loop & by the time I got back, worked out it was beer o'clock - the others carried on riding for a bit longer.
I felt happy with my riding, but with the downhill, worked out it wasn't as important to me as being in one piece for my trip. It'll still be there when I get back, whereas if I injured myself seriously, it could stuff everything up. My broken bones will just have to wait (it felt like it was becoming inevitable with what I was doing lol).
I'll just have time to clean & dry my riding gear, pack, get my hair cut short (again) and bludge off all you wonderful people. I'm totally looking forward to riding with you all, just don't expect great things from me (you'll be disappointed). I guess my nerves have settled a bit, but I'm still way nervous & can't honestly believe this is happening.
See you all soon :)
Michelle
At a guess, packing, making sure you've got everything? Right?
Well, I've been living on nerves for the past so many weeks (not just the trip, but that's been a large part of it), that I decided I wanted to ride this weekend.
We could do a number of things, but I wanted to check how wrecked the tracks were after last weekend (our first event for the year). I just couldn't go with a clear conscience without seeing them for myself - I'll be not much (none) help for the next event, due to races Henk wants to do.
Due to other forest commitments, we couldn't go Sat or Sun, so Monday had to do (long weekend).
After riding a track numerous times (I was on my own), I decided to try a downhill I didn't overly like. I made it down the first time (without realising the guys were behind me), and decided I wasn't happy with that attempt, so tried again. Second attempt, I made it down again, but at the bottom, did something stupid (don't ask what, I don't know) and crashed the bike. This meant I got the shifter going into my shin (it bloody hurt, I was beginning to wonder if it was broken), and as I started to ride, worked out I had the grand total of first & neutral. I pulled over at a point I could lean the bike against a post, found something to hammer the shifter out with & carried on. I decided third time lucky, so went back round for the downhill again. This time, I managed to get jammed under the bike, with the brake lever in my boot (other leg). I managed to move the bike round so I could get out from under it, got the bike back down & decided to head back to camp.
Ummm, where does this trail take me? I dunno, guess I'll have to work it out. I carried on riding, just taking me wherever my nose took me (not lost, just not quite sure where the trails started & ended), decided my shin was a bit too sore & it really was time to head back to camp.
I got back to find no one there, so thought I'd take my boot off & see what damage I had inflicted upon myself. I grabbed some ice, but that hurt more than the shin, so just hobbled about until the others turned up.
We had lunch and I decided I had to see if it hurt too much to ride (we'd missed getting some arrows in last week, so good excuse). After grabbing the last of the arrows, I decided another round was the go. I spotted a couple of the guys, waved at them & carried on. When I got back round, I had to see whether the guys were still there or not (and what they were up to), so went back round again. Heading out, I spotted Henk & friend coming back, but decided to go anyway. I just did a half loop & by the time I got back, worked out it was beer o'clock - the others carried on riding for a bit longer.
I felt happy with my riding, but with the downhill, worked out it wasn't as important to me as being in one piece for my trip. It'll still be there when I get back, whereas if I injured myself seriously, it could stuff everything up. My broken bones will just have to wait (it felt like it was becoming inevitable with what I was doing lol).
I'll just have time to clean & dry my riding gear, pack, get my hair cut short (again) and bludge off all you wonderful people. I'm totally looking forward to riding with you all, just don't expect great things from me (you'll be disappointed). I guess my nerves have settled a bit, but I'm still way nervous & can't honestly believe this is happening.
See you all soon :)
Michelle