Quitter

I am a quitter. Normally I wouldn't admit that, much less broadcast it, because in most things I don't quit. But today I did. And I don't feel the least bit bad about it. My brother, and his wife and her sister are doing a sprint tri-athalon this July. They invited me to bike with them today. They planned to do 12-14 miles. I decided I could totally do that and agreed to go. Mind you it has been almost two years since I have actually ridden a bike.

I went. YAY me! I biked off road on this crazy trail where I was scratched by wild rosebushes. I went up and down over bumpy bumpy rocks, across a wobbly board/bridge thing. I wasn't super fast but I kept going. And then I saw a snake. Black and yellow and all creepy. CREEPY!!! I was done. Like so done. That pretty much ruined my ride. I was sure every stick I saw was then a snake. I don't like snakes at all. I freak out when I see a snake in a cage at the Zoo. They are lucky I didn't have a complete melt down. Instead, I quit.

I have no problem admitting that 4 miles of off road riding made me pretty tired. It was hard. But that snake. That snake was creepy. That snake ruined my ride. I'm a quitter. And I'm not ashamed.

And I was pretty wiped after 4. No one should try to do 12 when they haven't done any for almost two years. That was dumb.