Foolhardy

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Friends, you would not believe the ride my mister and I went on today.  Adequate words to describe what we experienced escape me.  I usually reserve such a statement for breathtaking vistas/scenery and wildlife.  However, I make use of this statement today under contrary circumstances.  The scenery may have been beautiful, but I was far too focused (and terrified of what may have been lurking nearby) to take in my surroundings.

fool·har·dy
‘fōōl härdē’
adjective

recklessly bold or rash.
“it would be foolhardy to go into the scheme without support”

  • synonyms:  reckless, rash, irresponsible, impulsive, hotheaded, impetuous, bullheaded, daredevil, devil-may-care, madcap, hairbrained, precipitate, hasty, overhasty;
  • literary temerarious
    “their foolhardy plans”

The phrase “foolhardy” definitely applies to today’s ride.  To understand why, you must first realize, in South Florida, we received an entire month of a typical June rainfall in the first 10 days of the month.  Yeah, that’s a massive amount of rainfall.  And, given the elevation of Jupiter, Florida, is 6.562′, there’s not sufficient drainage to accommodate eight inches of water in such a short period of time.  What does this have to do with the term foolhardy and/or today’s ride?  Well, a substantial portion of today’s route was completely underwater.  I don’t mean traces of water; I mean tens of yards of trail at time, completely submerged under a few feet of water—as in nearly to the top of the wheelset.  Why continue riding you might ask?  Because of a little thing known as the point of no return.  We were so far in that there was no feasible way to turn around.  I would not have made it back.  So, what do you do in this instance?  You put your head down and shoulder ahead, of course.  It was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done in my life.  Did you get that?  ONE.  OF.  THE.  HARDEST.  THINGS.  EVER!  Superhuman strength was required to make it through the underwater sections, bearing in mind they had a base layer of sugar sand and mud.  The sections that weren’t underwater were comprised of saturated sugar sand, which was the equivalent of newly poured concrete.  Completing the longer sections had the same physical effect as doing a full-on sprint that far exceeded my level of ability and certainly comfort.  My quads and hamstrings were screaming, and there were more than a couple of instances in which I had to dismount to simply catch my breath (as indicated in the above photo).  I would love to have captured at least a portion of this journey on film for you.  (I’m kicking myself for not having the Go Pro.)   It was just that unbelievable; so you’ll have to take my word for it.  Without a doubt, today was a day we pedaled empowered.

B~

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