Attack of the Mountain Bike

We went for a ride on Sunday to a place called Schaffer Farms near Gaithersburg. After only a few minutes on the trail, I told Andy to go ahead. I was feeling slow and wanted him to go ahead and have fun. I regretted that later, when I got off on a WAY challenging trail by myself. The trail was very rooty, and there were spots where it had steep, short dips where you'd come right back up again. Sometimes I would get to the crest of the hill to get back to normal, and I just couldn't get up over the hill—you'd think I would give up after falling the first time, but I was determined to keep going—I just kept falling over and over again! It was terrible. I definitely cried in the middle of the woods, hoping that no one would come by and see this wimpy girl. I don't know if I was just having a really clumsy day, or if the trail was that much more above my level than either of us thought. In any case, I now have 29 bruises and 9 scrapes (yes, I counted). This is the worst one, on the underside of my forearm, near my elbow:


It looks better in the photo than it does in person. Andy wanted me to wear long sleeves so people didn't think he beat me. As if. :)