As much as I enjoyed yesterday’s downhill park ride, I can’t shake the sense that I cheated.
Let’s be honest – while loads of fun – the ride consisted of a relaxing, scenic gondola ride to the top, followed by a downhill. And repeat.
No painful uphill. No slow grind, cursing all the way to the top.
So today I had to make things right. I rode uphill. A lot of of uphill.
Up the road out out of town, before jumping into a mix of exposed forest roads and single-track.
The trees finally offered shade relief, but the barrage of never-ending technical switchbacks nearly had me waiving the white flag in surrender.
It sucked beautifully.
And the descent was all the better knowing I earned it one pedal stroke at a time.