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Pinhoti times 2

Saturday went out on a rainy ride by myself for about 4.5 hours. Put in about 32 miles. The rain let up on the 2nd half of the ride but it was still puddly. I ate a ton out on the trail. Rode well despite the conditions. Biked up fire road 4 miles to top of Bear Creek in steady rain. Funzies! Bear Creek was really wet so couldn't bomb down. Pinhoti 1 was easier and shorter than I remember probably because I was on the singlespeed last time. I also felt good on Pinhoti 2. It wasn't until Pinhoti 3 that I started to feel tired. Legs were getting really sore and Pinhoti 3 had non-stop climbing for what seemed like hours. It just doesn't end. I wish I had kept my composure together but I began to curse loudly in the woods for no one to hear. I would hit the smallest of sticks on the trail and would topple over. It was pretty slick out there. The switchbacks on Pinhoti 3 are tough on a good day but I did manage to clear a few but fell horribly on one gaining much red clay in the process. Made it to Hwy 52 finally but and biked up to the overlook but too tired to walk up for the view. Pinhoti 3 back was really fast on the back half. I was getting close to running out of daylight and dinner deadline at Mulberry Gap. I made it most of the way back up Pinhoti 2 with the goal of circling back around on fire roads but just decided to bomb back down Pinhoti 2 again which is never dull.
Grateful to get back in one piece and to see Renee waiting for me was really nice. She even cleaned my bike and brought me a plate of bbq dinner, of which I ate too much and nearly puked!

Day 2
Renee and I went out for more riding. Didn't sleep well.
Shuttled up to top of Bear Creek. Stupid HR Monitor kept beeping and jerks on the trail never helps.
No legs on Pinhoti 1. It was a sufferfest plain and simple. After Pinhoti 2 I was done.

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