I got this weird new fitness ambition for this summer. There is this race called the Leadville 100 mtb. Now I can't do a 100 miler anymore. That ship has sailed for me. But on that course I know what the best parts are.
There is a seven mile stretch that goes from 9,000 to 12,000, more or less.
That is what I do. I climb. Sometimes I think I would rather ride up a hill than down it.
But a 3,000 foot climb, my usual practice is a 2,000 foot climb. So it is a bit stiffer of a climb.
So what? Oh, I almost forgot, rarefied air. My practice is a few thousand feet lower.
This planet's world class athletes can do that climb in a shade less that an hour. That pans out to seven miles per hour. I know I can't do that. Hey, I am a old guy.
But if I could do that climb in two hours, I give my self some kind of prize. Trying to think of what. I have a feeling I am going to get that prize no matter what.
Anyway, guys that knows about Strava, that climb is called Columbine Mine.
Watch for a crazy old guy pushing his bike up it. He will have a tent at the bottom of the hill either that or behind the laundromat.
That crazy old guy has finally clawed back to his pre-December climbing weight.
Anyway, I don't know why I think that kind of stuff is fun.
I guess I just like to be outside and am too hyper for fishing.