So winter is here, but I’m having a hard time letting go of the MTB season: I have just started learning exactly what it is that I need to learn, and there are so many mountains yet to climb and ride down.
No, I can’t let go, not yet. There are still patches of trail not covered by snow, and those patches are most of the time so slippery that you can’t get around corners without working your T&A. Perfect for my training.
And pushing a bike up those slippery trails in FiveTen shoes makes me almost (and quite a few times completely) fall over every five seconds. Perfect training for my damn ankles.
And pushing your bike up on snow is perhaps even better for making those small muscles in your ankles, and everywhere else in your body for that matter, work. I think the technique is called one step forward and two steps back. Or at least that is how Linnea described my progress the past Sunday when we went up Rundfjellet. I should probably add, “and fall on your nose again” to that.
Hm, well it for sure doesn’t make me show off.
I still have way too small boobs and a too bony ass, and so I go sideways most of the time (and quite often, I go down on my ass). But going down sideways on snow cracks me up, and it does give me a sense of enormous wellbeing. Especially when I get to do it with someone who giggles her whole way down the mountain.
And I do have a need to grow a bigger butt and learn how to point it in the right direction. Riding on snow is very good for butt growing.
The MTB season is not dead just yet. Yes, it is still dying, but it is crushing it on the death bed.