I woke up this morning and thought, “I would really like to beat my brains out against the rocks,” so the Bianchi and I headed to the Logan River trail. It’s so pretty and also covered in loose rock. Today there was lots of new and rather large rock and I wondered if I had missed an earthquake over the weekend. I ended the dirt
I’ve been watching the rides of a bunch of my Strava acquaintances. They are all in France riding all the amazing segments of the Tour de France – past and present. It looks amazing and it’s easy to be jealous. Someday I will follow in their footsteps and climb all the lung busted roads of the Pyrenees. Until that day comes I have to remind
Headed out early on a gravel ride up Logan Canyon. I was slowed by a steady stream of runners from the USU cross country team. That’s all fine but what literally stopped me in my tracks was a sudden burning sensation from my left quad that got me off my bike for a few minutes while I punched my leg and limped around the trail.