It's funny until someone gets hurt, then it's hilarious!!

After a pretty long hiatus from some serious training, I've finally dusted off my bikes and started to get some consistent riding under my belt. Since there's only four and a half months until the Cohutta 100 race, I better get my ass in gear....right?

I hooked up with Tony on Saturday for a few hours of snot rocket riding. It had been a few days so I was glad to get out there and just tick over the pedals for a while.  I hate riding in the cold, (oh the memories of 18hrs on the farm and the feeble attempt to keep my feet warm with duct tape...brrrr), but I figured we would warm up pretty quick...and we did.

Everything was feeling and going great until I pulled a stupid move and tried to wheelie on the double track and promptly threw myself to the ground. Ooooh that's going to leave a mark~!~

Although the soreness in my arm and wrist have subsided somewhat the bruise on my gluteus maximus has grown and darkened in a Rorschachian type pattern. 

"So what do you see...a butterfly...or a bird...No wait, it looks like the Crab Nebula!!!"  Is that Uranus over there?

Well I'll lick my wounds a another day...head to the Chiropractor and get straightened out, and then get back on the Snot Rocket and ride! 

....and no more stupid pet trick...just keep it on the trail!!!