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The Trail of DOOM

You all know the saying, I am sure... 'Try Again. Fail Again. Fail Better'?

Well I'm here to tell you sometimes the saying 'Lesson Learned' is more appropriate than any of the other optimistic phrases out there. You may all remember the story I told last year when my bicycle broke down, half way through a 25 mile bike ride? Yep, I was 12 miles from my car, my bicycle had challenges and I rode my friend's bike back to the car with my clip in shoes on her regular pedal bike, all uphill, straight into the wind. Then I dropped my wallet in the garbage can that was littered with bees, after trying to figure out where Sue was patiently awaiting my arrival in the coolish weather.

Well, today we went out for a ride, and all I can say is that the Johnstown trail is the trail of doom... I will NEVER go back there because something always goes wrong. Long story short, from the moment I left my house until the moment I ate my dry cupcake that has the most delicious frosting, I struggled. The ride was tough, my brain was over working, my attitude sucked and my friend fell while riding on said trail.

I could be all down about this, and I kind of am, but the reality is, my life is so much better because I had a tough day. I'm sure there are some amazing lessons in everything that happened today but I'm simply not in the mood to learn those lessons quite yet.

Here is what I do know, every day that I encounter, that is extremely tough, I need to pick myself up, wipe off the gravel and move on. Essentially, because every day when I learn something new about any of my abilities and weaknesses, is a day worth living. And any day that someone or something is present and there to teach me about myself, I should take the opportunity to learn. Right now, I can honestly say I haven't been this exhausted in years, but every tough moment is worth it, because tomorrow will be another day and I will approach it with much enthusiasm and care that I approached today...

However I will NOT be going back to the Johnstown trail...

Now for a simple song that I love, and have been humming since I got home:


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