This week I went out for a ride with some friends to South Mountain Park in Phoenix. I suspected Randy would choose the Mormon/National Loop. I had never ridden in South Mountain, but National is pretty infamous for it's epic descent. I am not a descender. Well, I can fly down a rocky trail fast enough but National is something else entirely.
So I dropped the kids off at school (the three year old knew I was up to something, as riding gear is not the usual drop-off attire), and headed to the middle of town (trails in the middle of town...life in paradise...).
The climb was great, and the legs were feeling good. We were rewarded with some awesome views of the valley from Scottsdale clear to Glendale.
|Stupid Photog got a shadow in the pic|
Unfortunately the climb ended, and the descent began. I was generally unhappy and mostly scared for the descent. I also managed to gain another nice souvenir.
|I left a trail...|
A great day, because I was able to go beyond where I thought I could, and anytime you can push the limits, it's a good day!