Blood, Sweat, Mud & Bugs

Got wet in a different manner today.  No surf. No ocean.  No, nothing like that feeling you get when you lose momentum and start bogging only halfway through a 10 yard long, two foot deep brown muddy puddle...and your shoes won't disengage from the pedals cuz they're crusted with crud...oh, yeah...kersplash!   

Mountain bike ride on the single-speed today; been awhile that I've been on a bike, and about a year since I hit the trails.  Went for a 30/30/30 out-and-back.  That is, 30% pavement, 30% dirt fire road, and 30% double rut ATV trail.  What about the other 10% you might ask?  Well that would be the muddy puddle portions of Mo's big bike adventure. 

So, the tally is: Alotta sweat in the hot, hot, heat...alotta bug bites each time I crashed (twice; both times in puddles) or lost speed, or had to dismount and hoof it...a little blood on the elbow from the second crash; thought for a moment that I might have suffered the oldest cycling injury in the book, the fractured collarbone, but I was only shaken up a bit...and then alotta, lotta mud...alotta mud

Most excellent ride...