Lolz

A pain flows through my legs as i climb up the steep switchback on my 29".  I swear silently as my coach begins to up the pace.  I stand up on my saddle and push down upon the pedals propelling my over the hill to where the group has made a sudden stop.  We are given a few moments of rest as a couple of the athletes have dropped off the back and are struggling to catch up.  Reaching into the back of my Bichisport jacket i take a swig of my blue power-aid.  Mountain Berry Blast drown's out the bitter dry taste in my mouth and looking across Calgary from the top of Nose Hill see the sun still rising in the east.  Its way to early to be up for a Saturday let alone riding.  Looking around i see that my entire group has left me standing their without so much a warning of their departure.  Squinting i look across the wide hill before my and seeing a group of bikers huddled together by a snowed out trail about a kilometre away from where i am standing.  I travel the distance in what seems like an instant just as one of the athletes dive down the deteriorated trail. After waiting a half a minute i hear him say he's off the path and i can go.  Taking three fast pedal strocked then leveling out my cranks i lean to one side and drop down the path. Within almost an instant i see my friends wheel just barley off the trail just as my bike drifts right towards him.  My bike collides with his back wheel launching me off my bike down the hill tumbling 30 feet down the hill and landing in a giant snow pile.  I look up to see my coach an friends laughing off their asses not a sound coming out after seeing my flight.  I spit out a mouthful of dirty snow look up and start laughing to.  We stay their for a couple of minutes laughing and collecting my stuff that has been strewn all over the hill, i did land pretty funny.