A few days into my “quit shitty job and getaway” adventure, I was pretty damn satisfied. I rode some fun trails, hung out with friends and family, and reminisced in my hometown. I wasn’t done though. Since I brought a bike, I wanted to ride some more. And no trip to
would be complete without a trip to one of the first trails I’ve ever ridden…
I got to the trail pretty early, ready to enjoy a leisurely ride. The last time I was at
I did a 12 hour race on a rigid singlespeed.
That was a different kind of fun I guess. Anyway, looking forward to not having to push
myself for 12 hours I took off…
And immediately experienced some of the most horrific knee pain ever.
Not even in the trail yet and I was hurting. Instead of canceling my ride to nurse my swollen knee, I opted to play around on the skills course for a bit to see if things would “loosen up.” It didn’t help one bit, but my stubborn ass decided to ride anyway. The trail starts out pretty flat so I figured I’d be fine.
The pain was subdued as long as I didn’t stand up to pedal, so the first few miles weren’t so bad. I still stopped a lot just in case.
I couldn’t resist playing around though, even if it did hurt when I stood up.
That was fun, but this one was fun-er…
I somehow made it all the way to the Vortex (as seen in the photo above.) My knee seemed to be getting worse, but seeing the
made me forget about it a little.
But I still wanted to crawl in a hole and die.
The Vortex section is tough. It’s where you find quite a bit of climbing, and with my knee getting much worse I ended up walking a lot. I sat down for a while, wondering if I would even be able to make it back to the trail head. I considered asking someone out there for a ride back, but I can't go for that. Eventually I fought through the pain (making matters worse no doubt) and rolled slowly through the woods to reach my truck. I sat for a while with my leg elevated and wondered why I had been a complete dumbass. My knee was the size of a softball at this point and I could barely bend it.
Somehow I managed to pack up my stuff and went on a quest for some liquid “medicine.” Luckily I only had to travel across the street…
They sell beer, and of course you can drink it right there in the shop.
I felt better, but my knee hurt (alcohol is rad but not that rad.) I piled into my truck and drove away, wondering if I would be able to walk the next time I stopped. I took frequent breaks from driving to stretch my leg, and it helped just a little bit. Luckily when I stopped in
to get beer I had a cart to hold on to.
The mystery injury was a few weeks ago. I still haz pain. I’ve been on one road ride since then and it seems to be a little better. I have a long way to go I guess. Who knows. I didn’t do anything to hurt it, but at least the diagnosis isn’t too bad (bursitis.) I may have a bum knee for a while, but damn if that trip didn’t do me wonders.
I’ve since started a new job (pretty damn awesome), and I have a new outlook on things these days. This is the first time in a long time that I’ve consistently been in a good mood.
Who gives a shit.
I do, I guess. For now.
See y’all next week. I have a four day weekend because natives saved some white people from starving to death many moons ago.
Don’t eat too much tomorrow, tubby.