lizi
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Hey there...update time. Yeah. I did it. When we got to the ride site early Saturday morning they said my ride was to start later than the others, so he went on his ride and practically killed himself getting back in time so he could do my ride with me. I was fine getting to the trail and once we started on the trail it was instant panic and tears and sobs. For one thing, the stupid trail was a carbon copy of the one I crashed on, so as soon as we came around the bend to start I felt the memory of that day hammer my conciousness but then I started riding. Albeit with tears and snot dripping down my face in a constant stream. There were only about 20 of us on that ride - I tried to get it under control whenever we were around the kiddies, didn't want to scare them if I didn't have to. He stayed behind me as I went verrrrry slooooowly down the hills and crept across the wooden bridges. He kept up a constant stream of encouragement. Here's the thing...I expected that if I got on the bike and did the ride I'd feel something lift off my shoulders and hopefully go away. I did know from many of the posts here that things don't go as you expect, but my past personal experience has been that if I face something difficult, I do find some positive meaning when I go ahead and do that thing. I thought there would be some excitement or triumph afterward, but it didn't happen that way. There was no laying aside of the burden, no feeling of accomplishment, no closure to that event in my life. So afterwards I just felt kind of anticlimatic and unsure of what was to come next. I know that if he weren't there I'd have bailed when I saw the start of the trail - looking at it felt like an assault on my senses. Both of us were a bit unprepared for the constant stream of sobbing that accompanied all of the 8 miles with small lulls here and there. I just really thought if I managed to do it then I could pick up things again as they were before, but the whole thing took a constant effort on my part to face things and keep going. All in all I'm not sorry I went, it's just not the happy ending I hoped for. Then I was thinking on Sunday that who know really...maybe there is something that will come about. What if I try it again and things go swimmingly...or not. It's too soon to tell what the eventual outcome is probably. His ride on Sunday was at the exact time/place/ride that I crashed last year. I accompanied him there and waited for him with my book while he rode. I expected to be apprehensive or perhaps upset being there again - I haven't been there since the accident - but there was nothing. I felt nothing. It was a beautiful day and I was quite happy sitting under a tree. So I do count that as a positive step that being back there on Sunday during an exact replication of the crash event was enjoyable instead of traumatic. Beside the odd intensity and nonexistant positive outcome from my ride, the weekend as a whole was wonderful. We had a great time with everything else we did. The weather held up, we met lots of friendly smiling people everywhere, we heard some good music and we ate some amazing food. We both have very fond memories of this time spent together. In the end, I guess that's all I can ask for and I'll just try to keep an open mind about what to do with my fears in the future and hopefully how to get rid of them at some point. I hope I'm not being obnoxious by saying thank you once again to everyone for the kind words and support. I'm not kidding when I say that the days leading up to this weekend were hell, and the offerings of encouragement that were given so freely helped me immensely in putting one foot in front of the other. Plus afterwards when things didn't go as I'd envisioned with my reaction and the residual lingering of my fears, I was able to take some comfort in remembering from my interaction here that it's hard to anticipate how things will go and what the eventual outcome will be. So...more peace of mind and all from you all here. Thank you for being there...hugs.
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