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I sit here at the end of November and can count on ONE hand the amount of times I have abused my mountain bike in the past 2 months, it's getting to the point where it's embarrassing to call myself a mountain biker, it's part lack of mojo as riding buddies have fallen by the wayside and it's a bigger part life. The past 3 months has seen two job changes (and associated stress), kids exams (still on-going), hospital visits, funerals, illness, excuses and more excuses, it's now at the tipping point.
I crave a life amongst the trees, I crave time in the saddle, I see the weeks ahead of me crammed with work, weekends filled with kids activities, but somewhere out of this I must find saddle time, it is after all the glue that bonds me together, not tarmac time, I
Next weekend it will start again, next Sunday morning come hail or shine I will have my saddle time, and this week I will sort lights so come December the balance can be restored and I can once again become a mountain biker!


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