Things learned tonight:
Due to the relatively good weather, I decided to play hookey from work and go riding today instead. (As it turns out, there wasn’t too much work to be done today either).
To make a long story short, it was awesome. I overcame my commonsense and learned to huck from something higher than 3 feet, and it was nice to have the trails all to myself.
Oh, the squirrel thing? On my run down Upper Mel’s (trails that lead from across the Maggie Bentson Centre field to University Drive) I encountered a grey squirrel. As I came around a corner, the startled little rodent jumped down from a sapling, and dashed across the trail, two feet infront of my front tire.
Luckily for both of us, having noticed a large moving thing in the bushes, I had already slowed down, avoiding an fatal accident.
On a related note, the forcast looks great for the next week. Going dirtjumping on Saturday will be awesome.
Cursed condensations!
After a week of mostly-okay weather, the meteorological gods decided to play bitch by causing Monday, the day that was supposed to be filled with mountain biking goodness, to be plagued by rain. And, to add insult to injury, follows up with relatively beautiful weather on Tuesday.
If the weather holds up, I will most likely play hooky and go riding Thursday. I’d do it on Friday, too, but that is currently reserved for a MEC trip to aquire a headlight for night riding.
The forecast, however, doesn’t seem to be in my favour. Blast it all!
Instead of the usual wasting time doing work in the common room, I opted to delay the noon-ish commute to eliminate the need to carry my laptop up the hill and take the oppertunity to do a run down the hill instead.
The wetness wasn’t too much of an issue. In fact, there were some sections of the trails that wasn’t darkened by moisture at all. The fallen leaves, on the otherhand, was tricky, to say the least. Tires are made to grip, even wet leaves. Wet leaves, on the other hand, doesn’t like gripping on to other wet things. Only had a minor spill and a few stalls, but, damn, talk about confidence ruiners.
On the up side, I love flex hours. Yay for the pubic sector!