Sunday, I got my ass kicked.

Tonight, I took the first step to fixing that problem. Since Spring ended, I haven’t been working out at all. After I found out that Ben at work (among others) do the weekend warrior thing on some of the local trails, I decided I’d like to go out with them, and sooner rather than later.

Sunday afternoon, we headed up to Yellow River, near Stone Mountain. I won’t go into the details, but suffice it to say that there are four distinct injuries―all received in a single crash―as a result (all skin abrasions or bruises). Shortly after that, I realized I was hyperventilating and started to feel nauseous. After I recovered, which took nearly ten minutes, we ended up just screwing around for another fifteen minutes or so, packed up, and left.

I was thoroughly schooled.

In light of this, I have resolved to get some saddle time during the week. I put in about 50 minutes tonight doing a couple of (extended) laps of campus. I’ll be trying to do this a couple of times during the week, and riding on the weekends as I can. (This weekend, of course, is reserved for Le 24 Heures Du Mans.) Hopefully, I won’t die next time I’m out on the trail.