Allow me to paint the picture for you first.
There are two guys at work who used to be mountain bike racers. These guys were really into it for years and one of the guys' wife still holds some sort of record or title or something like that. Anyhow, they are older now, in their 40s and don't ride as much and I have been pestering them to take me out to one of the local trails and show me around. Always taunting them about how they were afraid that a fat guy would show them up and all that jazz. You know, the average ribbing that drinking buddies give each other ever now and again.
They finally cave in and we decide to me late afternoon / early evening of last Tuesday. I'm at home making chicken-and-dumplings and some home made bread for dinner and one of them calls me and asks if my medical insurence is up to date. Ha ha ha, funny. So my family and I sit down and eat, then I drive to the meet up point.
Now it's about 91*F with humidity of somewhere between 85% and 90% which made for a very steamy evening. We meet in the parking lot, unload our bikes and check everything out. all looks good with one exception, none of us brought any gels or sugar, just water. Oh well, at least we have plenty of water.
The ride in was all paved path with a nice uphill climb to start us off. I made that hill fine and kept up with the guys. then it turned into some nice winding downhill where I managed to pull ahead of them and gain a good 75 feet up front. I owe this to Mr. Gravity loving us Clydes on the downhill, as well as my 80psi knobbies. After a couple miles of paved path we hit the trail head and they took the lead.
Oh my god those guys are fast! But I held my own. this place was a switchback dream come true with rolling hills, though it had a decent ammount of sand too.
After a while of criss crossing we took this really tight switchback up a mountain. I never knew SE Michigan had any mountains. But by-gawd there it was and I was climbing it. Left turn, right turn, left turn, right turn, sand sand sand sand! I was spinning like I never had before and I began to lose control of my breathing. I was breathing so hard and fast that I swear I was scaring the deer 200 yards off. But I was not about to let these guys get the best of me.
Finally I reached the top with them only a dozen yards ahead of me.
I felt it coming.
The cold sweat.
The uncontrollable breathing.
Then BAM! I was out. I can't remember about 20 minutes worth of time up there and the guys claimed I was totally out (read: asleep) for maybe 4 or 5 minutes. the next thing I remember is my camelbak getting dumped on me as I was coming to.
After I was awake and feeling better the jokes came. ha. ha. ha. funny guys.
You know what though, I'd do it all over again!!