I am so bad at this mountain biking thing. I’m terrified of every slightly too big rock. I stop and get off all the time. I keep shifting up when I should be downshifting. Im just really really not good.
But that’s ok. It’s hard to not get frustrated and angry, but the anger is propelling me to get better. I need a bit of this fire to keep going out there, but I also need to not take it out on s. He’s having a blast and I’m totally raining on his parade.
This reminds me a bit of skiing, I sucked at that so bad when I started, in fact I’ve been really bad at almost everything I’ve ever tried. At least I’m stubborn and determined and I know I can do better. As miserable and frustrating as it is, I’m hooked.











