Last weekend I went on a group ride that’s sponsored by a
local shop. It was the first time I had been on the road since the Cherry Blossom.
One of the ride leaders asked me if the crashes had messed with my mind. He
asked this as if he almost knew that the answer would be “Yes.”
Granted, my hand was still hurting, but there was another
reason why I was on a group ride and my teammate was racing. It’s funny how one
bad event can somehow make you forget the countless good events that preceded
it.
In a way, that’s something that I am also struggling with in
my personal life. One individual who violated my trust has made it extremely
difficult for me to trust people again. Even though it was the only time
I've had that experience.
Somehow, I’m finding it much easier to trust that wheel in
front of me while we’re riding at 28mph... which just goes to show that
mentally (and physically), we heal much quicker than we do emotionally.
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