Some mornings you wake up and think about going mountain biking and others you have to go mountain biking! The need for single track, dirt and the centering rush of being on trail is all consuming. Well – that was my Monday… but I was stuck in Brooklyn! Without a shuttle in sight to get to any of the nearby MTB parks. Now don’t get me wrong, I love living in Brooklyn with all its energy and diversity. And I also love the ability to step aside and be alone in my own mind. To be self-indulgent and anonymous, the city provides this opportunity. However – it does take a little more effort to hit some trail, especially short notice!
With mountain biking on the brain I started in on my pre-ride ritual of fueling and gearing up. Something changes when that gear goes on. Like a uniform it focuses me and my determination to the task at hand. I was going to find some trail! My FTW and I headed to a fairly nearby park where it was rumored to have secret MTB trails. This all stemming from scattered reports and videos online… but we all know what that means! So the object of the day now was to not get caught and claim ignorance if I did. But it was Monday, over cast, so the likelihood of running into people was low. Besides I’m use to sharing trail respectively with hikers… so not too worried about upsetting anyone J
I took the first lap around the park on the designated bike path and spotted a few side trails. Good scouting lap but the trails had maintenance trucks parked in front so no go on entering them. By my second lap the coast was clear and I dipped in. It was nothing compared to my usual haunts, but it was the woods: quiet, slightly muddy and felt real. I popped in and out of the trails that lined the main bike road, surprising runners and fellow bikers as I emerged with mud on my legs and a big grin on my face! It was like weaving in and out of dimensions. There was the route that everyone else was just taking, then the one I was consciously creating for myself…
Sure, I get that it sounds ridiculous to most when I say mountain biking and NYC in the same sentence. And sure I probably looked ridiculous walking home down Washington ave, my FTW and I equally covered in mud. I just didn’t care. I don’t care. I don’t apologize for who I am or mask the life I want to lead… and as I headed home yesterday afternoon I had an overwhelming sense of balance and confidence. My passion and persistence allowed me to achieve the goal I set out for and earn a bit of personal fulfilment. A formula I apply to different aspects of my life, large and small, as I continue on life’s adventure.