Women's Wednesday - Fear, Risks and Finding Your Groove.

Hi everyone. I’m not selling anything today. We won’t be going over drive trains or 29er versus 26 or trails to ride. No reviews. No camps. No bikes. No trips. Maybe I’m selling something else; myself. I’d like to say that what I’m about to tell you is top secret and that you’re the first one to hear this but really what I’m hoping is that someone IN ADDITION to my friends will read this.

To make a long and serious story short and hopefully funny I’d like to tell you about a time when I could hardly walk in the morning. Or put my own bra on by myself. See I told you I’d keep it light. And then there were the three kids to care for including the one that was six months old. Couldn’t open a can, change a diaper, grasp a hair brush or brush my teeth without pain. I had pretty messy hair around that time. Oh and biking? Yah, that wasn’t happening nor was yoga (I did a lot of child’s pose). Many people had no idea. I didn’t share too much. Not a fan of people feeling bad for me. And because doctors took me off my fav five foods (gluten, sugar, yeast, dairy and caffeine) I was thin. And when you are thin people say things like “You look great!” and you just nod. Because it’s easier than explaining what’s going on.

After 4 ½ years, lots of co-pays, lots of drugs, a trip to the Mayo Clinic, accusations of depression inducing pain, massages, chiropractors, acupuncture, swigs of oils and apple cider vinegar and countless hours of complete demoralization, I can say I’m good. No drugs (except for the twice yearly cort injection), no docs (although I do love my rheumatologist), no co-pays, no needles (although that helped me turn a corner) and no plane rides to famous clinics. I can ride my bike and do yoga, take care of my kids and feel hopeful and excited about the upcoming mountain bike season.

I spent some time this weekend at a conference to learn about how to be a better coach, a better leader and how to be rad on my bike. Well, we’ll see how that all plays out. But during the bike class everyone else (all the cool people) were working on riding off small ledges. Something that used to not be a big deal for me. I could feel my bock bock (think sounds chickens make) and I knew that if I left without taking a risk I would regret it. Big time. I could even feel the tears coming. I could taste the fear.

After everyone else said their good byes another woman and I bumped fists and agreed we’d try it together. Against my cool tough independent chick mentality I asked two guys to spot me. And they did and I did it. Over and over again. Wonder where I’m going with this? Me too.

Bottom line for the day: We ALL have tough times. If you haven’t yet, just wait your time with come. It’s not the tough times that define us. It’s what we do afterwards. That’s where the good stuff is and that’s what builds character. Not the crap. Just how you handle it and how you find your groove when all is said and done.
Now, get out and ride like everyone is watching!

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Right on!

My mom used to say, "It's not what happens TO you, it's how you react TO it." Took me a loooong time to understand, but now I get it (well most of the time, except for when I lose my shit and scream at the top of my lungs when I do something like lose my wallet, stub my toe or drop my phone). Love your voice. Thanks for sharing so much...