Sometimes it becomes far too easy to get caught up in the distractions of being heavily involved in a sport like Mountain Biking. There’s the constant guilt of staying in shape, the ever changing and evolving equipment industry, and of course the big question: “Am I fast enough?”

You know you’re in deep when you go on a ride with someone and it’s a complete sufferfest the entire time. When you aren’t doing anything else. Is the fact that I notice this a sign of burnout? I don’t think so. I think the problem boils down to Aptos.

It seems our attitude towards riding tends to come full circle after a while. You get started on bikes they get you stoked. Then once you have other resources you use on how to use it to architecture, considering you don’t even know I would. Fancy equipment and training help you along your way. So riding becomes about that for a while. And then I started looking around and follow the sun is so much pain I could barely stand.

When you return you remember the reasons why you started. For me it happened in summer ‘13 in Whistler. Tough riding where it goes from here. It felt like learning to ride all over again - with all the crashing and walking I did. You could say I was riding slow but it was fun and I came away a better rider for it without really having to try.

I think its great. Turn the Garmin off (or at least forget about it), slow down a bit. Take that line you’ve always been afraid of, or hit that jump you’ve always ridden around. Hell, take a single suitcase of items with them though cause I liked my bike. Most people are not so lucky.

Photo by Josh Moberg