Hey people. It's fall and I feel like I'm missing most of it! I know, I know-- I just took a whole week off. Boy do I know. This morning I had *the dream* again, where it's the morning of the show and besides having a cool outfit to wear (a new twist), I have hardly anything prepared-- no work, nothing packed, my workbench full of unfinished little trees. I was so stressed-out I got up and cleaned the kitchen-- yes-- it was THAT traumatic people!
Anyway, the trail has been lovely the times I've gotten over there to ride. I have a hard time explaining to people who don't do this how important riding has become to me. Being in the woods-- the different smells different times of year, the clattery noise my bike makes jittering over rocks and roots, feeling the weight of my body free-falling as I hover over the bike on steep downhills, even feeling the machine of my body pushed to it's limits on climbs-- it's all become a lifeline for me-- the one place I can count on being fully present, thinking of very little else other than what is going on at that very second.
I have, however, improved. My balance has gotten way better. I picked up a tip or two from better riders, little techniques that help. By forcing myself to ride things that scare me but are still doable, or even if not scary, seem like impossible climbs etc, I've learned to trust my abilities (such as they are) more. Now I can ride a lot more of the trail, better than I could last year, even if I'm not exactly greased lightning. I no longer chase the perfect ride. I string little successes together in chains, and when I inevitably fail on something, I get over it and ride on, still enjoying myself. I'm calling it a successful season. And I'm planning on tackling winter riding this year. I hope the snow cooperates and allows this!