Lungs burning, legs screaming, sweat pouring – kind of sums up most of my early Mountain Biking days. Trying desperately to keep up with my club mates – it didn’t work. The Saturday spin leader, who’s frustration with my pace was about to bubble over, once said “why don’t you wait here, we’ll be back in 20 mins.” A hour later they returned in time to roll down to the car park. In fairness they were all a bit hard-core, but even on the much peer-pressured ‘no one gets dropped social spins', they were gone on the first climb and never looked back – the frustration, the anger!
