I was tired before we hit the trail.
The ride through the park was no ‘ride in the park.
It was a ride in the park in the dark.
Actually that’s not entirely true. Forgive my snark?
(that’s pushing it, please don’t bark)
There was moonlight, lots of moonlight.
The moonlight reflected off the half frozen, lightly glazed, shimmering crusty snow.
It was beautiful to look at. The ground looked like it was straight out of a gingerbread village. There was icing as far as the eye could see.
This vision of delight was miserable to ride in. It was too weak to hold the weight of our bikes. We pushed on, a trio of spinning icebreakers cutting a passage through the night.
Riding in this snow was so difficult.The downhills felt like uphills and the uphills felt like assassins sent to kill us. Each stroke of the peddle a ninja star, a blow dart or a pipe bomb. My legs? They were 100% sad emoji sad emoji muscle emoji all the way.
We paused after crossing the river - just long enough for a quick snack.
Just …
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