Try not to be shocked......there are some things I am not very good at. I jokingly said the other day that I had just found #3623. The joke is that the number is significantly higher. The first 1000 probably having to do with lack of self control.
The thing I wasn't good at.....actual mountain biking. I have ridden a mountain bike on surface roads and dirt hills for years. I have not, until the other day, ridden on actual mountainous trails. We decided to go camping before the actual holiday rolled around. Thus avoiding a handful of things I don't like; other people, other people, and all of the things that come with other people. Superman graciously lent me the use of his mountain bike. I had wisely left mine at home hoping to avoid the coming situation. Much of my problem had to do with the fact that his legs are a hair longer than mine and I was terrified of a bloody crash involving the 'boy bar' and my body parts. The dirt was very loose and there were lots of large rocks. I learned about applying both the front and back break. Squealing ensued. There are many appropriate times to welp out a good squeal. This, among times such as; making cotton candy for school functions, flying down country roads on a four wheeler with a maniac at the wheel, being tasered in the dark by your spouse, using a got glue gun, being poked with sticks by your children and their friends........
I am happy to say that it ended well. I only bailed into the bushes once. I'm not good at mountain biking. Not yet.
So there I am sitting by the campfire in my layers of clothing, including a fleece jacket, down vest, and some sort of Northface kind of get up. The kids are surrounding me like I am beautiful Glinda the Good Witch and they are little Munchies. Daddy is inside the trailer taking care of everything that I don't take care of when we camp (everything). Along comes one of our camping neighbors with his 10 year old daughter in tow. He asks if our parents are around. I lit up like a firework. You would have thought he just handed me a ridiculously large check and informed me of winning Publisher's Clearing House. I was beyond stoked that he thought I was a child. Granted the guy was trolling for drugs, which is what he wanted to ask our parents for. So I guess he's not really a reliable sort of fellow. Guess what........I DON'T CARE!! Ya, someone mistook me for at least a teenager, AND it wasn't even dark!
This bodes well for my goal..........Live to be 100, look 60, act 15. I have a feeling I will need a lot of time to really work on the first 1000 things I'm not good at......all having very much to do with lack of self control.
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