A few years ago, we were out riding a stretch of woodland. Twisty, turny, rooty. You know the type of thing. Well I knew this particular trail better than anyone having run the section many, many times. I also knew that slap dab in the middle is a tree that spreads its roots like the snakes on Medusa’s head.
The first couple of riders in our crew blazed through it without issue. I approached the tangle of wood. I Looked at it.
I Looked at it again.
I Stared at it.
Slammed into it.
Flew over the side of a leafy slope, hit two trees, broke one rib and landed in a heap.
Cue much hilarity and the type of sympathy only riding buddies can provide.
The moral of the tale – Think about it enough, and it’ll happen.
The image above has been produced to tease my training partners.