Wednesday, December 19, 2012
So basically, I was in this totally freaked-out state of mind for the first half. I was basically just trying not to fall. It reminded me of my first time skiing, and I went down a trail way too difficult for me. I had just enough control, screaming (literally, and speed-wise) down the hill, to not injure myself, right on the borderline of disaster. Except the difference was that, if I fell, I would get REALLY hurt instead of just landing in snow. Big whoop if you fall in snow! Tumbling down a rocky, forested hill? No thanks!
After halfway, hills got to be more fun, and less freaky. My eyes actually wouldn't bug out before I saw them coming. The scenery was beautiful. When I was done, I was really proud of myself. It was fun, and now I know what to expect. But, more mountain biking with have to wait until better weather, and apparently I need to practice on some baby trails.