I pull my helmet on and push of down the hill.
Bump, bump, bump over the roots and up a hill, it feels like I'm going up a mountain, maybe that's
Were it got its name?? Curiosity floats and wafts through my mind as I try and concentrate on the track in front of me.
Suddenly a switchback appears in the on-coming track, I slowly put my breaks on as I turn the corner. I make sure I go as far out as I can so I don't fall off.
More switchbacks appear, I ride all of them, it is great.
A big hill rises in front of my eyes, I lower my gear to 1, I stand up on my pedals, I push and I push, I really try hard and before I know it I'm at the top "Peice of cake!" I say.
Once I get back onto the flat I pull over and get my drink bottle out of its holder and I take a giant gulp.
I ride up the next hill and I push even harder than before. When I get to the end of the trail I ride the Pump track several times then I help load my bike onto the bike rack, I finish of the day with an ice cream and then I go home-IT WAS GREAT!