Rule # 52 Broken is Normal

So I got back outside on my bike friday. Yes, the friday that it was like 50 degreees, pouring rain that had began very early the night before, I was outside mountain biking through the sludge, muck, wet, and cold. I then realized the beauty of rain coats...because eberyone knows you appreciate things more when you are without them. It was great fun. I felt like a caged beast finally let free to roam a slow moving, well fed field of wildebeast...or zebra, whichever you prefer. It was most wonderful. I couldn't help but enjoy every single second of finally feeling wind on my face. Of course, the ride ended when the rain picked up a whole lot and i realized I was frozen. The best part was that when I got done I looked at my reflection in the car and realized I was literally covered in mud from head to toe.

I got some new tires in on saturday that I ordered off the internet. They are some tires for cyclocross for the mountain bike so that I dont have to deal with the rolling resistance of the mountain bike tires during the races. Naturally I had to try them out. So sunday I wake up, hang out, kinda get ready to go then head out the door to go up to Auburn, Georgia to a cyclocross course to try out the tires. Anyways, its about 30-45 minutes away and I was just chillin, listenin to music on the way up so i wouldnt get my heart rate up cause I had a really tough workout to do. I'm about up there, realize I forgot my biking shoes and have to turn around and go back. So when I finally get home and get my shoes I just decide to ride on some mtn bike trails near the house. Im ridin' along, in the middle of an interval and I hear something. So I stop and look at my back wheel and boom...rule 52. I'd broke a spoke. It seems that I cant get on a bike without breaking something atleast once a week...maybe its my superhuman strength...O well. It's fun.

Till next time, wear tights and break things!