It's easy to lose that sense of wonder and delight if you're like me and you get depressed easily or if you feel like you've exhausted all possibilities of excitement within a thirty mile radius. Earlier today I was talking with someone about how I love to write about my experiences but that lately I've felt like I haven't had many exciting experiences to write about. His response: "write about the unexciting ones."
I consider that a real challenge. I shall attempt. However, in the mean time, I think the following story is still pretty exciting. And it happened to me a few weeks ago:
I attempted mountain biking for the first time without any prior experience. I ended up walking most of the trail, dragging my muddy bike along side me, because I had no idea what I was doing, until I came to a deep ditch full of water. This ditch stared at me, and I at it, for what felt like an eternity. All at once a blue blur of a mountain biker zipped through at high speed, leaving me and my self-doubt behind. Suddenly I heard a voice. "Do you need help crossing that ditch?" The blue blur had stopped. I hesitated, looking around nervously, and shook my head. "Uhh, no, I'm alright," I stammered in response. Of course I wasn't, but I didn't want to tell her that.
But she ignored my obvious lie, turned around and biked back down the hill to where I stood, my weight shifting awkwardly to one side. She zipped past me, splashed easily through the ditch, and came up on the other side. She dismounted. "Don't look at it," she said to me. "That's the key. Whatever the obstacle is, whether it's a pond or a log or whatever, don't look at it. Look ahead of it. And just keep pedaling." I nodded, listening intently to her instructions, debating my options as she spoke. I could just turn around and climb back up the hill, I thought to myself, but that might be awkward. This woman had stopped what she was doing to help me. She was the first mountain biker I had met that day to have done so. I had no choice. I had to go through with it.
"Go back a little ways so you can gather enough speed," she instructed. She was being extremely detailed and thorough. She spoke with confidence. I trusted her advice. "Aim for my bike tracks and look up here." She raised her hand to her shoulder. Ignoring all signs of impending disaster, I mounted my bike and started pedaling, gathering speed as I rushed down the hill on two wheels, my confidence disappearing like the wind. I looked up at her hand and kept pedaling. The wheels moved like air, without any pressure or resistance. The front wheel dipped down--zippp--and whoosh. Suddenly, I was up on the other side.
"Yeaaaaaah!" I heard behind me. I stopped and turned around. My spontaneous coach was cheering me on with a big grin on her face. "Whatever the obstacle is, just look ahead of it and keep pedaling," she reiterated through her grin. I was speechless. I couldn't believe that had worked! "Th...thank you!!" I stammered. She gave me a hearty thumbs up. I turned away and just kept pedaling.
|The "Tour de Wolf" Trail, Shelby Farms, Memphis, Tennessee|