After Mountain Biking

Let's just say that mountain biking was AMAZING! It's probably the combination of the beautiful surroundings, the exhilaration of going really fast down a rocky slope on a bike and just being outdoors. I can't really describe the feeling totally now, just that it's frightening.

I was afraid on that trail, keeping my brakes on most of the time, just so that I won't go too fast and flip over my bike. I felt fear. It was just so fast. To one side of my bicycle was a steep drop of many hundreds of feet and I definitely didn't want to fall over that. I wanted to be in control, like I have in most of my life. But then I knew that risks in life and the best part of life sometimes come when you let go and just enjoy it. Which I did and the feeling of doing this extremely risky mountain biking and having a good chance of breaking my neck seems extremely rewarding. Can't really live life fully without being close to experiencing the closeness to death eh?

Anyway, once David and I got down the 4 miles do the foot of the mountain, we had to make our way up the 3.3 miles and 1600 feet. However, it was just too steep to actually pedal. So, we had to get off and push the bicycles along for that 3.3 miles. It was tiring and some of the slopes were actually greater than 45 degrees. Ouch. Luckily, we weren't wearing biking shoes, but sneakers, so we could actually climb. Although the climb was much more tiring than we expected, it definitely felt really good to be doing all that walking and pushing. Made us feel like we actually did something worthwhile. And it was also a good bonding experience. We're planning to go do this again sometime next week or something.