lately, i’ve been pretending that i’m a mountain biker. prior to last saturday, the last time i had been on a mountain bike, was at least 10 years ago, & that experience didn’t exactly go well. but when carrie called suggesting i join her & some other girls, for a saturday afternoon ride, how could i say no? & although it was a little awkward riding on dirt, & going downhill makes me really nervous, somehow i managed to survive… in fact, i kind of even liked it. so when carrie called again & invited me to join her & the girls for their weekly wednesday night ride, of course i said yes.
led by a fearless leader, our group of adventurous, fun loving ladies hit the trails. we conquered mountains & sand traps. some screamed the whole way down, while others were screaming on inside, as we maneuvered around the bumps & rocks in the trail. & i, took my first fall… yep! i locked my arms up tight, shifted my weight forward, squeezed the brakes a touch too hard & i went flying over the handle bars, somehow managing to wrapped up in my bike. some skinned knees, a knot or two in my leg, a nice bruise on my stomach, a raw elbow & some dirt on the teeth… i definitely exuded beauty & grace.