On Monday, I took Mac (aka The Spanky, my horse) on a trail ride to train for the Gold Country LD ride. While I was heading to the cow pastures, I saw some dude on a Motocross bike leave one of the neighborhoods. Great. I went to the cow pasture and he turned to go up the road. Then I heard him go back and forth... back and forth. Ugh. He's going to go into the cow pasture. Where he's not allowed to be in (but all OHV don't give a shit and trespass anyway). I kept going and Mac did a huge trip, almost falling. Great. Not even half a mile in and this is happening. I get off to see if his foot with deep thrush is okay. He seemed okay, but then I heard the bike. Fuck. I waved and yelled at the guy, who wasn't stopping, until I yelled at him even more. He revved his engine while coming up on a horse (wtf? really?) and I laid into him. I really, really wanted to slap that kid. I told him he wasn't allowed here. He said he was and asked where the sign was, to which I said, "There ARE signs and you just went through a LOCKED gate." I guess he just goes through anyone's locked gate if he (purposefully) doesn't "see" a sign. Sigh. Went our separate ways and I bumped into him AGAIN head on, and he didn't stop. Ugh. The Spanky was fine with the bike. I wasn't due to an accident that happened when I was a kid out there while I was breaking The Spanky out. The bikes spooked him, he dumped me, and ran back to the barn and CROSSED Auburn-Folsom Rd. Luckily, there were NO cars at the time he did that (The Powers That Be must really love him). Since then, I'm not too happy with the bikes. The Spanky is a champ and is over it. Still, the guy was trespassing and a douche-waffle.
Whatever.
Finally, after a lot of maneuvering in the cow pastures due to crappy trails because of the weather we had, I got to the trail that leads to the lake. The lake is really flooded! Mac kept tripping a lot, more than usual, but I kept going.
Went past Granite Bay and by the levees, did the hill twice, nearly stepped on a rattle snake, and then went home.
On our way home on the Pioneer Express Trail, Mac did a huge trip and couldn't get his feet. Down we went. I got back on and went home. He kept tripping, and now I know that the thrushy foot WAS bothering him and I should probably not have ridden that far. Oh well, have to get home somehow.
The ride was stressful. I think that his tripping was really getting to me and I didn't like it one bit. Oh well, I'm treating his foot now so it'll be fine.
16.5 miles total. Not too bad.
Rode with some buddies the next day (Tuesday) on Salmon Falls (bikes this time). Climbed better than I ever have, so I thought it was a good sign considering I was pretty sore from the fall. Got home, rested, then got ready for the TT. Halfway through the TT my back gave out. I couldn't get onto my aero bars. I was done. My first DNF.
Rode back to the start line, told them to DNF me, and sat while my back was in a lot of pain. I was in near tears when I was riding back. I haven't felt that horrible in a long time. Friends talked to me, asked me if I was okay, I told them what happened. Everyone gave the "ouch" look. A friend asked if I needed a ride and I gladly accepted a ride to Folsom Bike. I probably wouldn't have been able to ride the 20 miles back home.
Yesterday SUCKED. I didn't do a thing because I couldn't. It was too painful to even move. So, I laid on the floor. Great. I eventually sucked it up around 6pm to go treat Mac's leg. The people leasing him went by and extended the contract another 6 months. Awesome. Then I went to a mexican restaurant with the barn girls and "self-medicated" myself there. Also awesome.
I feel better today. I'm going to go on a little spin on my bike to see if I can handle it. Then I'll go treat Mac's foot. Poor dude. At least it's healing well.
Whatever.
Finally, after a lot of maneuvering in the cow pastures due to crappy trails because of the weather we had, I got to the trail that leads to the lake. The lake is really flooded! Mac kept tripping a lot, more than usual, but I kept going.
Went past Granite Bay and by the levees, did the hill twice, nearly stepped on a rattle snake, and then went home.
On our way home on the Pioneer Express Trail, Mac did a huge trip and couldn't get his feet. Down we went. I got back on and went home. He kept tripping, and now I know that the thrushy foot WAS bothering him and I should probably not have ridden that far. Oh well, have to get home somehow.
The ride was stressful. I think that his tripping was really getting to me and I didn't like it one bit. Oh well, I'm treating his foot now so it'll be fine.
16.5 miles total. Not too bad.
Rode with some buddies the next day (Tuesday) on Salmon Falls (bikes this time). Climbed better than I ever have, so I thought it was a good sign considering I was pretty sore from the fall. Got home, rested, then got ready for the TT. Halfway through the TT my back gave out. I couldn't get onto my aero bars. I was done. My first DNF.
Rode back to the start line, told them to DNF me, and sat while my back was in a lot of pain. I was in near tears when I was riding back. I haven't felt that horrible in a long time. Friends talked to me, asked me if I was okay, I told them what happened. Everyone gave the "ouch" look. A friend asked if I needed a ride and I gladly accepted a ride to Folsom Bike. I probably wouldn't have been able to ride the 20 miles back home.
Yesterday SUCKED. I didn't do a thing because I couldn't. It was too painful to even move. So, I laid on the floor. Great. I eventually sucked it up around 6pm to go treat Mac's leg. The people leasing him went by and extended the contract another 6 months. Awesome. Then I went to a mexican restaurant with the barn girls and "self-medicated" myself there. Also awesome.
I feel better today. I'm going to go on a little spin on my bike to see if I can handle it. Then I'll go treat Mac's foot. Poor dude. At least it's healing well.
