“share my passion”
Last Sunday, Keith decided that we should go mountain biking. I tried to get out of it by using every excuse in the book. Nothing worked. He was determined. You see Keith is an avid mountain biker and is really good and “he wanted to share that passion with me”…seriously he used that line.
He’s good. Really good.
So we loaded up our bikes, packed helmets, gloves and water and set out.
We started out on a relatively flat stretch of land to break me in (or rather to break my ho-ha in…ladies you totally get that, right?) We started heading to some minor technical rocks. (Truth? “Minor” might even be too strong of a word) But I am a newbie. I started going over some rocks and started to wobble. I panicked a little. And started tipping. And down I went.
I remember laying face first on the rocks completely sprawled out. I can only imagine how funny (and pathetic) I must have looked. And to Keith’s credit he never laughed. He just picked me up, dusted me off and gave me some tips. Then off we went.
4 days later my poor little leg still looked like this:
But nothing more serious than some bruising. (thank goodness) But I did it. I shared Keith’s passion aaaaand I feel like I shared it enough to get me by for a while. 😉
Have you ever been mountain biking?
Do you and your significant other share the same exercise passion?