I'm not going to lie to you Mountain Biking and I have had a very rocky relationship. You could say it has been a love/hate relationship with a whole lot of hate and a little bit of love. I think I loved the idea of mountain biking. I loved to think that I was tough...however I hated the fact that I wasn't tough, but more so I hated that I sucked. But, I kept trying to mountain bike and that resulted in physical and emotion scarring. Then I walked away from mountain biking. Years later this last fall to be exact my husband thought it was time to get me my very own mountain bike...a nice one...one that I could really connect with and build a lasting relationship with. I like to call it my therapy bike...it was going to have to be patient, understanding, and yet it would still have to challenge me. Basically it had to be all of these things while I was tearing it up. For real I got on that bike and I was out of control. It was so much fun, all these years I have been riding on crappy mountain bikes...I think that hindered my growth and love of the sport. Since the fall I have been riding in the Midwest. The Midwest has been good for my mountain biking skills, but everyone know the real fun stuff is in Moab. Two weeks ago I had my first meeting with Moab on a bike. I will admit I was a little nervous...I didn't know if Moab was going to be cool with me or all up in my face. I will cut the suspense. Moab was way cool to me. We totally got along. I rode Slick Rock for the first time...I loved it. It was different than the Midwest of course, yes there could have been moments on the trail when I was convinced I was going to crash hard and die in the middle of the desert and have vultures make a meal of my sorry trash. To my surprise and delight I didn't die. I actually had a great time. I look forward to going back and trying more trails. I think my therapy bike has nearly cured me of my fears. So to answer my own question mountain Biking is defiantly a friend, maybe even BBFF.
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