I went mountaing biking yesterday — I really really love mountain biking. I’m not a skilled, professional rider, but I have been getting better & better. I love going downhill really really fast! Lately, instead of driving to the mountain, I’ve been joining the architect & riding to the mountain. It’s about five miles, mostly uphill, to the beginning of the trail. Yesterday, I rode two miles in on the trail, too — the longest, furthers mt. bike ride I’ve ever done. On the way back, I was having so much fun & took an awesome jump….and made it. I also made it through the stream crossing immediately following the jump.
However, I didn’t so much make it past the sharp turn around the lurking horizontal tree (it was not a log — it was a tree, just a sneaky tree). It was a pretty painful crash — the most painful crash (although not the most spectacular one — that one involved flying) to date. A downhill guy came up on me pretty soon after I’d extricated myself from between bike & tree, and very shortly after I’d stopped crying. He told me that I’d been doing very well up to that point, and that he couldn’t even keep up.
So, there was much pain & soreness & difficulty walking. I iced a lot, and it’s not so bad today. This was not a “gazelles on crack” moment, though….’cause real mountain bikers get hurt. That’s what happens when you push yourself to the limit & do your best to let go of fear.
The exhiliration of knowing that I was rocking the trail until the crash completely made up for the pain….
I just know I can’t wait to get out there again next weekend.