The inside of my soleus was either a little sore or I was making it up in my head. Regardless, it was making me consider taking the day off but the weather is supposed to be a bit crappy the next couple days, so I played the game with myself between getting out for an easy ride or just bagging it altogether. Finally, I put the mtb in the back of the car and drove to Centennial Cone Park (it's only about 18 mins away...). I hadn't been on the mtb since, uh, January, since my rides have been mostly on dirt roads and real roads. The result was squirreliness to the max. I kept picturing myself burning through the turns and bounding though the rock beds but the reality was like an arthritic old lady in high heels on a frozen pond. After about an hour some of my skilz emerged but it was still frustrating. I learned a couple things and one of them is that I need to work on very specific things, like switch backs, of the downhill switchback nature, that turn right. oy vey.
Good workout, just the same. 2 hrs 10 mins. 4,050 ft of climb. Thumb/hand still hurts when I ride technical stuff. Gonna have to wrap it for the races next weekend in Fruita. Oh, and leg is fine. Must have been just phantom pains before Zion.