So, one of my life rules (I'm hating this phrase because of Oprah, but it's apt so I'm using it) is to try things at least five times before throwing in the towel. This last weekend was my fifth mountain bike excursion. I've been so lucky in the endeavor, mostly because my riding mates have been extremely tolerant and committed to supporting my burgeoning biking. Each ride has had its own challenges and I have to get excited about the baby steps because when you're an adult and you're doing something new it's easy to get disheartened by how long it takes an old dog--dig?
I've been riding bent creek, but I've yet to be on a solo ride. Jason tucked a map into my camelback and gently told me I can ride these anytime on my own. Like a little fledgling bird he pushed me out of the nest. I haven't had the chance to find out of I can fly yet--rain will keep me in today--but I will.
Standing at the edge
mass of tangled roots, ride these?
you must be kidding.
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