The phrase "dog tired" is so appropriate. The furry little four-leggers are capable of pushing themselves past the point of exhaustion, and seem relatively happy all the same. Gus did today. His symptoms included:
Cramping? Yup.
Torn pads? Uh-huh.
Whimpering? You betcha.
Tongue dragging on the ground? Not quite, but pretty close.
Mountain biking on the Bonneville Shoreline Trail was what did it to him. He just goes and goes without stopping...it's hard to tell how tired he is until it's too late. He's sitting on the couch right now, beat to shreds, and as content as a pig in shit.
We only took him 15 miles, but he's not much in shape, as are we. Super fun, though!
Several miles into the ride, we found an abandoned golf cart that someone had taken for a joy ride. It seems as though they went as far as they could with it then left it there. I remember those days...
Here Jess is riding up a lung-buster of a climb. Spring has definitely sprung here in Salt Lake. The foothills are green and happy, the omni-present scrub oak is starting to leaf-out, and the wild flowers are psyched for the sunlight. Today was a gorgeous 70 degrees with nary a cloud in the sky.
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