Mountain biking

So I've gone mountain biking more times this summer than I have in the ten years that I have owned my mountain bike. Guess what! I love it. What changed you might say. I'm stronger, which allows me to make it up hill. You may have read in my first post that I tried a lot of sports when I first moved to Colorado. My first attempt at mountain biking resulted in my throwing the bike down and exclaiming never again. Coming from Fl where there is no uphill, I just didn't have the muscles, so I gave up. I really wish that I had stuck it out. Now, ten years later, I'm regretting the time that I gave up. I'm only doing beginner courses, but riding through the trees and over streams is so much fun. It is technical enough to make you focus on what you are doing, so thoughts of work get pushed to the back of my brain. And the downhill is fun, fun, fun. Sure I'm still gripping heavily on my brake, but I've already noticed that behavior subsiding as well. Now I'm determined to make it over sections that I never thought possible just a few weeks ago. My message is this. Don't give up. Get some strength by starting on small hills and working your way up. By small, I mean barely an incline. There is such a feeling of accomplishment when you make it up that hill. Pretty soon, you actually start to crave a little uphill. I can't believe i just said that. :).