In a moment of insanity I told my niece I would go mountain biking. As
I look back upon the experience and ponder the bruises on my ass, I was
insane to say yes. I tried to expand my horizons, become a little more
adventurous....get off the roads and into the vast wilderness of PA,
USA. I should have stayed in Jersey. As I look back upon this
adventure I laugh. I was not laughing at the time. I was questioning
my judgement. I have changed since I bought a bike. I am beginning to
think it might be posessed. I am beginning to scare myself...wondering
why I went and how I managed to live. I finally bought a new car and
I am thinking I want to go back to driving to work on cruise control
with the moonroof open listening to my selection of CD's. My
mountain biking experience was over the top for me. I find myself
being summoned to my car each morning and back to the gym and spin
class for my exercise each evening. It is as if my free will is gone
and I am drawn back into the luxury of cars with moonroofs and gyms
with hair salons and espresso bars. I am being pulled back into my old
life by a force greater than I......I keep saying to myself...GO TO THE
LIGHT...GO TO THE LIGHT...but I can't find my way back after the
mountain experience, the bike, the animals, the bumps and the woods did
me in.....Plus I did the most horrible thing of all.....I camped out in
a TENT!!!! It was horrific. I am still having nightmares. To all the
people who do that mountain bike thing......I have no clue how you do
it, or why you do.....it certainly was not pleasant.
Maggie