Morning light breaks.
If the morning was a dream run at daybreak, this afternoon was a SURVIVAL ride in west coast hell for sure.
By the time Pascale and I got on our bikes it was a complete downpour. Cats and dogs. It was warm but wet...or so I thought.
An hour and a half and a good XC ride (plus Tomato Creek) under out belts and I found myself with a little problem...
I had no hands, no lips and no feet. I couldn't take pictures and we didn't want to stop long enough to get the camera out.
I felt as though I had put my extremeties in the deep freeze and that treatment does not work very well while mountain biking. There is no pain like frozen digit pain. But Pascale came to the rescue with extra layers and I managed to scream my way home the last few kms through the muck, rain and pools of freshly collected winter rain.
Although I was close to losing my mind at times during that deep freeze ride of tears, of course it made me stronger, us closer and it made for a good story:)
Have a wonderful weekend!