The joy of the Mountain Bike road trip.
I am a wobbling whirlwind of elbows, knees and high kicks. Awkward AF.
Little demons scurrying in the brush, scrambling up nearby trees to hiss & gnash at me from the branches and between frozen blades of grass. My mind gives up, my feet fall off the pedals. I listen as my 5tens scratch the dirt. I hear the voices cackling from all around me as they feel me struggle as the mental game begins.