Well, I'm a victim of my own stupidity and sweet singletrack in close proximity to my residence.
On my urban ride, I somehow ventured onto the gravel part of the greenway because I thought I was feeling up to it. Along the way I remembered that one of the best trails around, RTS, was right under my nose.
Screw it. I'm in.
The bumps were minimal at first, but riding a single speed hurt me some. Having to stand up to climb (and pull up on the handlebars) put quite a strain on my ribs. I dealt with it because it was fun.
And sometimes fun hurts pretty fucking bad.
The trail isn't too rooty, and I'd gotten a little used to the pain while climbing. And then...
Who gives a shit. It was too late to turn back. The joy of singletrack helped me forget the hurt. I hit more rocks.
Fun. Srsly. I was outside, on my bike, in nature, enjoying a sweet trail close to home. I said nature, right? Look at this tree...
I mean, LOOK AT IT.
It was an awesome time. Almost like I'd never been off the bike. It was just like Beggar's Canyon back home.
Star Wars reference because I can.
Mentally, it was great to be back in the (real) saddle again. Physically? Well...
I may have a little bit of a setback. We'll see.