On Saturday morning Guy and I decided to go for a nice sensible ride on nice sensible tracks on the MTBs. I then made the BIG mistake of texting Fit Mark to say we were about to go out and did he want to see our lovely shiny new bikes. He texted back that he'd join us for the ride...
Gulp. You've seen Fit Mark in action (see November 13) and the words 'nice' and 'sensible' don't really apply.... So off we went. We headed for the pub (so far so good) and then veered off the sensible track into the realms of downhill and muddy. To be fair, he did give excellent advice on how to survive along the lines of don't turn, don't brake, don't stop and (this is my favourite) speed is your friend. Yeah, right. I duly bounced down various long stony paths and Fit Mark seemed duly impressed. Guy was FAR more sensible and walked his bike down the worst bits. To be fair, once I'd started and with 'don't turn, don't brake, don't stop and speed is your friend' ringing in my ears, all I could possibly do was hang on and aim downhill.
Fit Mark was far enough ahead (again - really, it's just like the running only with wheels) that he took some photos. It's a pity you don't get sound effects here, so I'll add what I was saying at the time...
This one is OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!
This one is AAAARRRRGGGHHHH!
And this one is EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!
Actually, this last one almost makes me look like I can ride a bike. It was shortly before I wobbled off the track and straddled one of the little Christmas trees... very festive and all that.
So I'm wobbly on the bike, pretty scared of going downhill and my legs ached on the standy-uppy bits. And I LOVED IT! Hope to go out again soon - such a shame it's dark in the evenings now...
On Sunday, for a bit of gentle exercise, Beagle Nic, New Running Dog and I headed off to tackle The Tardis - a very long hill which is bigger than it looks... And Fit Mark joined us. Sadly I'm not sure Beagle Nic is ever going to come running again... Fit Mark laughed (oh yes, laughed) at her description of the Cardiff Half Marathon (which I'm still enormously impressed she completed) as being 'hilly' and promptly romped up the Tardis ahead of us. I ran all of it (yay) at, apparently, 'the walking speed of a toddler' while Beagle Nic sensibly walked, leading to the assertion (not by me) that she had the breaking strain of a Kit-Kat...
He then found us a slidey slippy downhill where I kept going in front but kept getting stuck in the mud so that Beagle Nic almost crashed into my backside.
Nope, she definitely won't run with us again...
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