Blog 5 - Story Draft
Riding up the Mountain Ryder Reed 356 It was a cold October Saturday; leaves littered the ground and there was a slight chill to the air. Having no classes, I decided today would be a great day to go ride some local bike trails. I was right, the air was just cool enough to keep me cool but not cold and there were some beautiful sights to see in the woods. Unfortunately, I failed to gauge the risk and as I was soaring down one of the trails, I hit a large pile of leaves going around a turn. Suddenly having no grip, I was unable to make the turn and instead went flying down the hill, slamming my face into the ground, splitting it wide open and breaking my nose. Luckily there was someone to help and shortly enough I was in the hospital getting stitches. However, that moment had instilled a fear in me that wasn’t present before. A fear that would only grow as time passed. I needed to get back out there if I ever wanted to continue riding, but I couldn’t do it all at once.