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| Here I go |
Learning to ride, for me is like climbing a hill, but you
can’t quite see the summit, but you feel you will see it in a little while just
keep making steady progress and it will come clearly into view any minute. You
feel the effort of walking uphill and your body takes a while to find a rhythm,
eventually your breathing settles down and you feel comfortable, yet challenged
at the same time. Keep going to the top you think.
Then you decide its not so close so you stop and admire the
view, have a cup of tea even, enjoy the moment, to moment achievement of getting
closer to the top. You have what you
think is your goal in view at last for it to turn out to be a bit of a plateau
which stretches out for much longer than you could ever of imagined, whilst its
sort of easy putting one foot in front of the other, you feel like you are not
actually getting anywhere. Then your path starts to climb, much more steeply
this time, you realise now that you are actually climbing a mountain. You
stumble, quite a bit and take another rest and this time the view is magnificent,
but its hard and you still are not sure if what you think is the end is really
what it seems. You start to wonder if this height, is good enough, just stay put,
why push on any further, how much better can it be up there. Then you consider
all the options, rest longer, and enjoy being where you are. Throw the towel in
and start back down where you would be much more comfortable, or keep going because
it must be worth it.
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| still going! |
While you are making up your mind you turn to your guide and
ask “Am I nearly there yet” she looks at you kindly and answers, “nearly”.
Well if you don’t keep going and turn back you will never
know what it‘s like to have actually got there, so……….
Alison
