Last Saturday, I woke up late and my Grandpop made me breakfast. I told him I wanted to go mountain biking that day. I left about an hour after dinner and drove about two miles to the trail head.
I went to the interpretive center there and had to get a permit to ride, so I got that and headed to the trail.
The entirety of the trail is about 10 miles (a loop) but I only rode probably two or three miles of it. I was so eager to ride that I didn't wait until a warmer day, but it was about 55 or 60 degrees that day, and I got tired and my ears got cold. I started to ride and was excited and exhilarated by it (because its been so long since I had ridden).
I got out of breath after about a mile of fast riding and after a long downhill took a break. I climbed back up and went back to my car. I was tired and my ears hurt from the cold air blowing in them for the whole trip and wiped a bit of mud off of my tires and loaded my bike back in to my car.
After I got home I took my bike out of my car and changed my clothes and went right upstairs and fell asleep.
I slept for about an hour or two. When I woke up I made myself dinner and watched a movie.
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