|awkwardly (yet, giddily) navigating the gully by Kita Roberts|
|photo credit Bill White|
|photo credit Bill Showers|
All smiles. All mud.
While I realize and accept that I'm not the fastest right now, I am excited to be learning and picking up subtle nuances about handling my bike and the trails every time I race.
Season after season (and sometimes skipping a season here or there).
Even now, eleven (?) years since my first race, there are still plenty of skills to sharpen and plenty of room for improvement.
I love mountain biking and I still love mountain bike racing.
Although I wasn't in contention by any stretch of the imagination, I turned it up as best I could toward the end of the second lap, giving everything I had, in order to make it to the kid's race in time to see my son take off.
"Just have fun and don't be a jerk if you pass somebody," were the only words of wisdom I could summon as I caught him at the line.
Later that evening, a friend reminded me that's pretty solid advice for just about anything in life.