Today was sweet. My legs were dead. The descents melted my face off.
Today started and my legs were completely toasted. The climbs were feeling unusually long, but that was mainly due to me discovering some new sort of fatigue from days of racing and tens of thousands of feet of climbing. Granny gearing it was the order of the day so that I could save something for the legendary Squamish descending. When the trail was pointed downhill we were all rewarded with unquestionably some of the sweetest singletrack that B.C. has to offer. It had something for everyone, a bunch of smooth berms, loose rocks, roots, steepness and was generally heaven. Today was a perfect day of mountain biking. I realized some time ago that I am not here as a “racer”, but rather as a rider. When I approach all this stuff as just a mountain biker riding with a bunch of other mountain bikers it makes it super fun. If I was to actually race for 66th or whatever I am currently ranked it would not be fun. Simply put, riding these trails is truly the experience of a lifetime. If you're not here, you should be, if you are planning on coming, come, if you think you might like it, you will, if you like suffering this is your game.
The day was capped off with a Rocky Mountain bike launch, coming to you soon. Some shots of tequila and beers followed up by the hot tub. Perfection. No need to say more. See you in Whistler.
-Connor RicePhotos by