Hungover

I had big plans after planting of a coastal tour down to the Test of Metal and BC Bike Race but I forgot about the post planting hangover which can last from 7-10 days. The problem is that the body is working on turbo mode for 6 weeks during the planting season and its all good until a guy takes enough time off to let the body shut down. This occured as the planting season ended and for 8 days I suffered as my body functioned like that of a 85 yr old 400 lb drug abused chain smoker from downtown vancouver. I would bike a couple days but when I had to walk up hills I had been able to ride since I was 11 yrs old I decided to let the planting hangover take its course and I huddled down and rested, and ate, and rested, and ate until one day I woke up and wanted to ride again. That day is today as I will attempt to get the engine going again with a 2 day blitz as I will try to ride 400 km down to a xc race in Kananaskis this weekend. Not sure if I will make it 6 km or 400 km but the sun is shining, the bike is clean and its feeling like a good time to roll on.

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Bushed

6 weeks of Treeplanting = 50 000 trees planted, 4 stuck trucks, 1 wrecked quad, 12- 15hr days, millions of bugs, living with the dreadlocked society, 4000 calorie meals, and one pretty bushed biker. The planting season went from my crew in PG for 5 weeks then back to the Robson Valley for a few days of bike planting. Bike planting was the best job ever as I pedalled between burn piles on deactivated roads through willows with 500-700 trees in my backpack at a time. Trying to cross road deactivations with this much weight in a pack was the cause for one major endo which nearly ended my planting/biking days for a while but instead all I got was a face full of mud and a brused cheack bone. A couple bear encounters were another story as a Grizzly and her 2 cubs prevented one set of burn piles from getting trees in it and then there was the large black bear which stood on the road between me and home. Without mace or anything else I opted for tossing a huge log at the bear as a decoy as I sprinted 6 ft from the bear on my bike. The bear was pretty stunned and did nothing which was alright by me as I was stoked on not being dinner. Probably could of petted the beast if I wanted too. Now I rest here at home with bushed legs as I prepare to transform them back into pedal mashers for the rest of the season. The logging course I keep trying to get into was to start today again but is pushed back till further notice which was good news as the bikes are getting restless.