Why is this unique of this weeks photo challenge evenescent? These are pictures of memories past. 3 years of day in, and day out moutain bike riding to my hearts content. 20-30 miles a day. Hard rides, I rode with the boys. I certainly could hold my own. I lived fearless, as the breeze swept across my face.
I braved rain, winds, and light snow. My mountain bike took me up scenic paths of miles for just the crave of the carve of the downhill loop. I learned to push, and push a little more. My legs tired, and sore. The best tired and sore this girl has ever known. I lived to get off work, throw my bike on top the car and ride.
These are pictures, and they tell a story of something of importance disappearing. My Epilpesy became out of medications control. I have not felt the rush since. It was “ride hard or go home!” Now home is where I sit. I have not felt my special order bike seat since this time last year. My Specialized bike sits alone without its rider. I saw more, explored more, and found my passion in those years of countless bike rides.
Rockhopping, carving, and jungled paths. My bike took me through natures best. Moutains, Trail Heads, off road wonders, and a little mudding it too. This is something that has vanished from my life.
So I am in prayer for this to be something that is just for awhile, and to be healed quick. For the weather is perfect, and if you all have ever had such a passion it feels like a bit of a sucker punch in the gut. These were my most cherished times. A girl and her bike, oh how I would like to for it to be again. Medication come on man kick in….