{"id":1830,"date":"2011-04-24T00:01:17","date_gmt":"2011-04-24T07:01:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/grandmighty.com\/?p=1830"},"modified":"2011-04-24T00:36:57","modified_gmt":"2011-04-24T07:36:57","slug":"hall-of-meat","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/grandmighty.com\/2011\/04\/hall-of-meat\/","title":{"rendered":"Hall of Meat"},"content":{"rendered":"
Last Sunday sucked. I got up that morning with the anticipation of going mountain biking. Checked the weather forecast the night earlier, finally seemed like it’d be clear. Just as I was about to start packing up and head out, I decided to take a quick peek out the window, only to realize it had rained in the morning. First, I’d like to take this moment and note the following: GOD DAMNED\u00a0RAIN<\/em> is to be chiefly blamed for causing the miserable experience I am about to recount. Of course, I myself am to blame as well, but I’ll get to that later.<\/p>\n I stood at the window staring at the soaked streets in my neighborhood, thinking of alternatives and at the same time getting pissed. For the past who knows how many weeks, I couldn’t get a single ride in. Every week, there would be an intermittent period of rain. I rode the local trail once after a shower (keyword: muddy), and I wasn’t going to do it again. It seems more acceptable if there was heavy raining for the whole week, not just ONE shower a couple days before the weekend. At that point I said screw it, rain or not, I’m riding. Sometimes when you get what you want, you might get more than bargained…<\/p>\n My first option was to borrow my Dad’s road bike and at least get some cardio, but he wouldn’t let me use it. The next plan then was to ride Mission Peak, since it’s primarily fireroad and rain dries up quick there. So that’s what I did. I grabbed a slice of pizza from the fridge and threw it in the microwave for breakfast (horrible idea), and went out.<\/p>\n Overall the climb up to the peak wasn’t bad, got into a steady pace at the top. This was roughly past the half way point… on an “illegal” trail I decided to try, since it was a single track. The one place I cut, I get caught by some lady from the regional park whatever authority, telling me not to do it again.<\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n Then I rode into the clouds and eventually to the peak:<\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n