Join Date: May 2009
Location: Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada
Agreed smrobs. I went on a trail ride about two years ago and it was possibly the worst experience of my life. It was so dangerously hot, I doubt we should have even been riding. It was hovering around 100 degrees with the humidex and a blazing sun. Despite putting on sunscreen, I managed to burn myself within the first hour.
I spent the next four hours, desperately seeking any shade I could find. I swear I rode half that trail on the side of my saddle, just trying to get my back into the shade. I was in so much pain and agony, I couldn't even begin to enjoy the ride. I also cannot cope with the heat, so between being burnt to a crisp and drenched in sweat, I was sick to my stomach half the way. I finished off the water long before we hit a checkpoint to get more and they had to convince me to leave with them, LOL.
The last two miles, I was done. I spotted the campsite from a ridge, gave Zierra her head and just hung on for dear life. I am amazed I actually stayed conscious. As soon as me and Sonja hit the campsite, we dropped from our saddles, stripped down to our underwear and promptly took turns laying down under the big old time water pump and pumping gushing icy cold water over each other. I'm pretty sure we gave the cowboys a show.
I can't count how many similair experiences I've had because of heat. So far, even in the most bitter of temps, I've managed to avoid frostbite or any other sort of miserable pain associated with the cold. My body was NOT built to deal with heat - I absolutely hate summers here. Between the heat and the bugs, I think I'll take winter any day!
I hope God tells her to smash her computer with a sledgehammer.