Kels cousin, Joey, asked me if I wanted to go mountain biking with him this past weekend. Sounded good to me. Now, he rides like 2 days a week. I don’t. I work out around 5 days a week, but trust me on this one, that means nothing.

So we go to Stony Creek, a local park around here. They have 3 seperate trails. The first trail is a beginner trail that’s about 8 miles long. The second, and intermediate at around 6 miles. The third trail is the most difficult and is about 4.5 miles long. Since this is my first time doing any kind of real trail riding, we dicided to take the expert trail.

Why not it’s only 4.5 miles, I could do that in my sleep, right?

First off, I’m not really sure how this is possible, but I’m pretty sure we got out of the car, hopped on our bikes, rode up-hill for 4.5 miles, and ended up at our car again. Apperantly the laws of physics do not apply at that park.

The trail was awesome. Not bad at all considering we don’t exactly have “mountains” to go biking on. This trail was designed by a mountain biking association….or The Mountain Biking Association, I’m not really sure. Whoever they are, they did a great job on it. There were some really cool parts of the trail.

It’s just too bad that I was gasping for breath so bad that I couldn’t enjoy them. I mean, WTF. I run a few miles a day, but that’s nothing compared to this. It was, what I would imagine, hell would be like. You know, you make it half way through, and want to be done, but you still have 2 miles of straight climbing to do, just to get back to the car. Even if you turned around, it was uphill the other direction. No matter which way you went, it was uphill. The parts that were downhill, were really just flat. They seemed downhill because temporarily your thighs stopped burning, if you could feel them at all anymore. Eventually, your legs just turn to jello and you fall over. At which point you end up rotting in the middle of this God forsaken wasteland of uphill climbing until some hikers find you, and steal your wallet, or you get eaten by a wolverine. Either way, it’s not pleasant.

Seriously though, it was a great trail. Hard as fuck, and awesome at the same time. As soon as I stop coughing up bits and peices of whats left of my lungs, I’m going to try it again. My new goal is to be able to ride through that nightmare without stopping like the little bitch that I apperantly am.

Last nights episode was good. Good enough for me to continue watching. Nice work David Chase, you were this close - to getting boycotted. I know, you were worried.