Zac loves his bikes and he loves his family. So it makes sense that he would like these two areas of his life to merge. Zac has a wife and she does not love bikes. She likes volleyball, tennis, and jogging. Yet, Zac is very persuasive and decided that his whole family should experience his love of cyclo-cross. It sounds simple. You get on your bike and ride around a course, usually in a park, you get a set amount of time and you see how many times you can go around. So we go to this park (it seems innocent enough), and we get on this paved path and a man blows a horn and were off. That is when I discovered how badly I had been tricked. There are hills that you are obliged to run up (carrying your bike), sometimes with barriers (that you jump over), trees jump out at you. they have big piles of dirt that your are supposed to ride over, but I chose to fall down and flip over; in the mean time your competitors have finished their first lap and are coming by you saying things like, "Good job! Keep up the effort!" I don't understand this, because if they are passing me it obviously means I'm not doing a good job. Hmmmmm. I need analyze their intentions for a bit. So after 45 minutes of this, I'm am scratched beaten and bruised and seeking medical attention, my husband has never been so happy in his life and asks me "Did you have fun?" How exactly am I supposed to answer that?