The last time I was in the Ozarks to mountain bike, the Berryman sneaked up and bit me like a mildly toxic snake. To begin with, I didn’t respect the 24 miles, if I’m being honest. I didn’t eat much of a breakfast, which was a gas station muffin and coffee to go along with an energy bar and banana. I hammered early, got turned around, didn’t hydrate and fuel up enough, and the next thing I knew a planned three hour ride turned into 4+ hours.
This time around, I’m giving the Arkansas Ozarks a lot of respect. I’m eating well, got some good training miles in for this early in the season, and I’ve not imbibed in more than a week. Still, by Sunday afternoon, I might well have been bit by an ol’ fat timber rattler that will swell me up big and black in the humble bone.
My Berryman experience:
Ozarkin’ Epic (click)
Syllamo: http://vagoscribe.com/2011/04/25/syllamos-revenge-of-the-turtles/
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