Today I decided to go for a little bike ride, and after a bit of riding, pushing, and eventually carrying the road bike up steep trails, I ended up above Le Gralet in the Jura.
I stretched and rested looking out to the Alps and enjoying the sun. Then for the difficult part...coming back down. I love riding up, but I white knuckled the whole descent. I want to call it a 45km ride, but for about 2 hours of that trip, the bike road me. This is what happens when I try not to go running! Another beautiful (if slightly loony) day in the mountains.
