Dec 10
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Whole body crouched. Head buried between arms. Hands gripping the back of the head. Face contorted in a pain-like expression. Eyes tightly closed. Mouth wide open as if shouting. The sound of groaning in the air, almost a whisper… almost not. Exactly how I was feeling.
The rainy season is still upon us — the season when I wasn’t able to get to ride as much as I wanted to.
But the days between the rains and storms are generally getting farther and farther in between. Giving the mud more time to dry and settle. Giving us riders more opportunities to ride.
A couple of weeks ago an opportunity to ride after errands and work was quickly taken advantage of. Knowing how thick surrounding bush around the Malipay single track I opted to ride the Filinvest tracks.
It felt great to be back on the trails; in this case the tracks, after months of not riding due to the rain.
Evening schedules/meetings during that week was almost every night have given me riding opportunities in the afternoon until the early evening. Even with only my weak handlebar blinker set to steady I was trying to pedal hard and fast in the dark. I don’t know how many frogs I’ve ran over. Unintentionally. I promise.
For 2 weeks I was riding almost every week day. Even riding solo in muddy Malipay in the late morning, when the rain was on again-off again. I didn’t want to waste the ride I started so I entered Malipay — muddy or not, I just had to ride.
One night I was browsing mountain biking action shots. Suddenly I felt my heart beating faster, the adrenaline rising. Shit, I was palpitating! I felt the urge to ride again at that exact moment. At the same time I felt I couldn’t wait to ride. The realization of being addicted to mountain biking is coming back… again.
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