|what up, BP|
I've had my fair share of trail side meltdowns at Marsh Creek.
Some meltdowns have even escalated into tears.
I'm not big on crying while riding (and maybe pregnancy hormones were to blame for my most recent hysterics on two wheels), but it's happened more than once there...just sayin.
The second time I DNF'd in a mountain bike race was at Marsh Creek (2011, I believe) and it wasn't due to some gnarly mechanical, but an impending migraine.
I shouldn't have ignored the warning signs (as I am wont to do, especially when faced with something fun and important, like a mountain bike race in the dark), but I did and sorely paid the price after one lap that night.
Fact: my first DNF was at Sewell 2008 when I broke my hand and I have yet to race there again, in spite of many thwarted attempts (due to crap weather and conflicting postponed dates).
Inexplicably, I asked my dad to ride March Creek with me today and we had a great time...
No killer bees or poison ivy or raging hormones or nasty crashes or sneaky migraines or jackasses running me off the trail.
Just a truly pleasant ride that covered all the good stuff and then some.
I always forget that it's really quite a beautiful place, especially late in the day when the sun is lazily hanging out over the lake.
And, hey, the trails are fun.
I'm not in love with Marsh Creek, but I could stand to give it another try sometime soon...