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Matt Janson singlespeed ride Robertson's pasture abajo mountains monticello, utah

The Best Laid Plans…

“Single is no longer a lack of options – but a choice. A choice to refuse to let your life be defined by your relationship status but to live every day Happily and let your Ever After work itself out.” 
― Mandy HaleThe Single Woman: Life, Love, and a Dash of Sass

We had to get out of the house. Matt is a good influence on me and said we needed to go ride these bikes before we did a photo shoot. So we rode from my house and cruised around the SS.

The plan for today was revolving around a photo shoot for the magazine- Matt doing the pictures and I writing the article. We picked me up a bike from the local shop (since mine was in the shop). So we did our little morning ride, then headed to the Lunch Loop for the shoot.

The kids were super good- riding their bikes around and playing together while we got the shots. Afterward we hung out in the parking lot and visited with friends, getting sound bites for the article and generally having a good time.

I considered it the first time I’ve been able to hang out with a bunch of friends since my divorce was final- so I partied a little too hard and Sarah ended up driving me home. It was pretty funny to me, actually!

By the way, Matt is awesome. I’ll be excited to be able to share with everyone when he has another photo on the cover of the Grand Valley Magazine. I’m so proud of him.

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Elisa Jones mountain biking up pet-e-kes trail grand junction, colorado

Can’t Help But Smile

“The road must be trod, but it will be very hard. And neither strength nor wisdom will carry us far upon it. This quest may be attempted by the weak with as much hope as the strong. Yet it is oft the course of deeds that move the wheels of the world: Small hands do them because they must, while the eyes of the great are elsewhere.” 
― J.R.R. TolkienThe Fellowship of the Ring

I’ve been smiling a lot this week. Maybe it’s a more hopeful, positive out look that I’ve developed. Maybe it’s being engaged with a new job, a new role, feeling like I can make a difference. Maybe it’s trail project things that I’ve been working on and the pieces are starting to come together…. maybe it’s being able to spend time with new friends and old ones, too.

Dave and I haven’t seen much of each other the last few months. It’s been pretty exclusive to meetings about Epic Rides or the GVTA. Today I insisted that if it was just the two of us negotiating, couldn’t we do it whilst partaking of riding bicycles?

So we took turns sharing life updates and talking about the Grand, and what my role might be this year. But mostly, we played bikes. I crashed a little (I’m going to blame it on my rear shock being low), and hurt some parts of me, but nothing too serious. Totally worth being out in the sunshine, riding with my colleague, adviser, and friend. IMG_2163 IMG_2164

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What? Me cleaning the ramp thing? Oh yeah. IMG_2168

Pain for the sake of…pain?

“It is not despair, for despair is only for those who see the end beyond all doubt. We do not.” 
― J.R.R. TolkienThe Fellowship of the Ring

Left work with plenty of time to meet Melinda for a little run through the lunch loops. But the errands I had to run made me late and later. I hadn’t eaten all day, my hernia has been acting up, and so I figured I’d just grab a little food before hitting the trail.

Mistake.

So not only was I feeling tired and lethargic, but my body refused to digest without gifting me with stabbing pains. Seriously, like I’d swallowed a handful of knives. Poor Melinda was good to put up with my whining and occasional walking.

The best, though, was when we were riding on Raven’s Ridge, right? And there’s this “little” drop that she (and EVERYONE I RIDE WITH) keep trying to get me to do. I’ve rolled it once, but I just can’t seem to give myself the confidence to hop off of it on my bike.

Well, today I did. I jumped right off of that drop! I threw my hands in the air and made a big show of it! “Watch, Melinda! Watch me!” There were a couple of other dudes there who watched as well. We had a good laugh.

Laughing through pain is my absolute favorite.

(Sorry. No pictures. Was too busy trying to keep up with Mel.)