The Day of Hurt

So our first full day in CO, what were going to do?  Obviously, the answer is everything.  We started off the day very ambitious and went for a trail run on Ptarmigan Trail, located near the hotel.  Now we might not have given ourselves enough time to acclimate, but after approximately 20 to 25 strides on the trail we were both winded.  Now it was pretty steep, but still pretty embarrassing.  We "hiked" up the steep part of the trail until it leveled out and then started running again.  We didn't want to push it too hard since we had a full day planned, so after 20 minutes we headed back to the car.  Up next?  Mountain biking on Keystone Mountain.  I was pretty excited for this, while Steve seemed a little nervous.  We got to town, rented our bikes, bought our lift tickets, and headed up.  Now for sake of time, we bought the lift tickets that would send us and our bikes up to the top of the mountain, so we would just be doing downhill.  At the top, we decided to just do the run called Girl Scout.  Now what could be easier than something called Girl Scout?  Well, it wasn't that easy.  My theory is that it was a green because it was very tight, with a lot of turns and that forced people to go slow.  After Steve got a little more comfortable on the bike, we picked up the pace.  This may have been a mistake.  Steve was the first to take a spill, and somehow went over the handle bars and tumbled a little, but he was OK.  He even got up and started running around after his crash.  Steve took the second spill, and this was just an awkward crash where he tried to stop where he shouldn't have and ended up crashing on top of my bike.  I took the last spill, and I'm not really sure what happened, but like Steve I went over the handle bars and got a nice bruise on my shoulder (not my bad one.)  After 2 descents of the mountain, 2.5 hours and 14 miles we decided to call it quits.  Battered and bruised we headed to our final activity of the day, a round of golf at Breckenridge.  Now Steve hadn't played in a while, and his hands were pretty beat up from biking.  My shoulder was pretty sore, so swinging wasn't the most comfortable thing to do, but we were doing it anyway.  The course was nice, we played pretty poorly with our neon yellow balls (which we bought by accident), but still had a good time.  That night we were supposed to camp out, but we whimped out and got a hotel.  Actually, we got 2 hotels because hotels.com charged me for a hotel that I didn't want (DO NOT USE HOTELS.COM)  The night was just a short break because tomorrow at 7:30 AM we have to drive to Buena Vista, CO for some white water rafting.  When in Colorado...