In my infancy of becoming a mountain biker, I would go as far to say
that I will mature into a fine beauty (albeit looks) and ride with
modest experts, or so I hope. As I believe one has to learn how to walk
before she/he can run.

Sporting my ever so SWEET embellished hot pink helmet, riding shoes,
and cushy gloves I set out to accomplish a new experience, which I did.
Feeling as if I were a speck of sand compared to the premature Goliath
I was faced with, I am proud to admit that I impressed myself. Sure, I
felt like exchanging a greasy breakfast for an empty stomach, or a
delictable bowl of fruit and oatmeal. Yet, I battled through it, never
doubting my determination just as I have done with many challenges I
have encountered; mentally, emotionally and physically.

Ever so grateful for having patience, understanding, and kindness on my
side, I learned that he is truly a gem. Previous experiences taught me
intimidation--as a beginner--by arrogant, pompous, self proclaimed
(quasi) experts. Needless to say, I often found myself retreating to
the scared little girl I once was, trying to do something that was
unfamiliar and foreign to me. Not defeated, rather inspired and ****ed
off, I pulled up my bootstraps and challenged myself, cause it WAS/IS
all about me.

Whether I walked or rode, I got there, and had someone by my side
encouraging me with selflessness, presence and unspoken word.

I have learned to embrace every challenge and envelop myself with the
pleasure of crossing the unseen finish lines...whether obtained
seasoned, or as a babe in whatever I do. So, if you end up seeing a
girl walking, riding, or simply a flash of pink out of the corner of
your eye engaging in battle with a mound, mountain, or monster, think
back.

Its not about the finish, its all about the journey of getting there!

Ohhh! And, how succulent that Cherry was!