You're not hardcore unless you live hardcore

Nick and I went mountain biking yesterday.

Here's what I thought about it:

I haven't been mountain biking (or biking at all!) in Texas because somehow my helmet didn't make it during the move (moving elves, probably). Luckily, my sweet boyfriend brought me a present yesterday.

Coolest helmet ever, with a pinchguard!

Nick riding the trail while it was still flat (yes, I know he isn't wearing a helmet, no, I didn't think it was okay, yes, he was nagged).

He fell first. Not very hard, of course, but his bike tipped. No big.

I fell next. On a quick downslope, I was terrified of braking (Nick gave me a safety talk and mentioned how braking too hard can hurt you if it's in the wrong place) and so I was shakey; my front wheel hit a tree (not even kidding) and pushed me back. This caused my bike to fall down the slope to my left, and the right side of my body to get trapped under.

It's kind of funny, actually.

After the trail ride:

(Some cute kids came up to us as we were resting, and one of the older girls said, "Leave them alone, they're on their honeymoon!" which made us giggle.)

I now have awesome battle wounds:

And my butt hurts like heck (I think I need a new bike seat). We had a blast though, and I'm looking forward to going again...once I can sit down without wincing.

How was your weekend?