Pretty Darn tough, if I do say so myself.
I rode the Marion Sansom Park mountain bike trail for the first time on Saturday. It’s infamous among the local mountain bikers, and they either love it or hate it. Here’s why:
This is the view over the Dam Drop. Most local mountain bike trails are smooth dirt with a few roots or logs to climb over. MSP? Large portions of the trail look like this:
Yes, that’s caliche rock. Gravel. Hard if you fall, which, I did NOT do! The Architect and Cherry Ames left me behind because I was going too slow. HA! They both emerged back at the trail head ten minutes ahead of me with scraped appendages. I got back all in one piece, a testament to my wimpiness superior common sense.
I’m not sure if I love it or hate Sansom Park. I’ll have to ride it a few more times before I decide.
We then high tailed it over to the Gateway trail for a quick spin around. After MSP it was a piece of cake! Grand total of twelve miles on Saturday.
Tough enough yet? Monday Mr. Pea decided we should take a ride on Mineral Wells Trailway. It was another beautiful day, and thank goodness the sun was shining, because the wind was just a bit sharp against the skin. We took all the Pea kids plus a few extras, and made the run to the halfway point and back. The older boys made it all the way to the halfway point; the rest of us turned around a few miles shy because we were getting cold. Grand total of fifteen miles. (That’s DirtBike ahead of me in the picture.)
But wait! There’s more! Kettle bell circuit training yesterday. After that class, I was very, very glad that I kept up with working out over the Christmas holiday. I was able to push through every rep, every squat and every swing. Even when the guys were dropping out, I kept going. Whoot! I am officially a Tonka Truck now.
Be tough. Keep the Faith.