Yeah, weird subject line, right?
OK, here goes... my last ride was up at Tower City, which is this place in PA that is fun to ride at, but EXTREMELY rocky. We didn't warm up much before we started out, because the warm-up area was closed due to hunting season, so we started out on these MAJORLY intense trails right away. I mean - imagine a hill that would be steep to walk up, and now COVER it (I mean COVER IT) with rocks, and get up it on your 1995 Yamaha RT 180 - not a pretty picture. Needless to say, after about 20 minutes my arms were throbbing to the point where I couldn't even pull in my clutch or my break lever. We had to stop and rest for about 45 minutes - they were so pumped up that I couldn't even clench at all. My boyfriend was acting kind of annoyed at me - I had worked out at the gym the previous Wed. and he was blaming me for the fact that my arms were so sore I couldn't use them. My point was - I'm not going to ride if it is unsafe, and if i can't use my brake or my clutch, it is certainly unsafe.
I eventually made it through that bit of the trail, and then we came into some more technical stuff. Now mind you, I have not been riding long, I am NOT on a good bike for this sort of terrain, and I was keeping up with people who had been riding for 10+ years. I had a few spills, but nothing major - my boyfriend had to help me start the bike a few times, because it was being so stubborn. We got to a hill climb, I fell once on that, but then went back down and did it again, and i made it up. We were taking a break, and that is when things went south. Now, I do love my boyfriend, and this was TOTALLY out of his charachter. But... he called me a wuss, and said that I needed to "stop being a wuss", and that he was frustrated that I had fallen a few times, because he had to set his bike down on the rocks every time. I was LIVID at that point, and refused to talk to him for the rest of the ride... which ended HORRIBLY, I might add - my bike caught on a rock that was embedded in the ground and came to a dead stop, and I flew 15ft. in the air, landed on my head on a pile of rocks (thank GOODNESS for wearing body armour)...I also jammed my thumb severely, and it was so painful that I couldn't finish the ride because I couldn't pull my clutch lever in at all - I was bleeding out of my nose and mouth, and I had a black eye... (mind you, the first thing I said when I got up was, "I'm going to get back on my bike"). ANYWAY, it SUCKED!!! I thought I had gotten over the whole thing - the fall itself didn't bother me, it was just an accident, and that comes with the sport... but the whole "wuss" thing bothers me a lot still. I am worried that he doesn't want me to ride with him because I will slow him down or something... and I am completely PARANOID to fall now whenever I am riding with him, because I am worried he won't think I'm a good enough rider. He went riding yesterday, and i couldn't make it because I had a wedding shower to go to, but all I could think about is that he was probably glad that I wasn't there. As soon as he was done riding, he called me to let me know how it went, and he said that it "sucked" without me there, but in my mind, all I could think about is that he was lying to make me feel better. (even though I don't know if he actually was lying - that's just how I felt) I don't think he knows how much his comments bothered me, because I was so delirious after my big fall that day that I never had a chance to duke it out with him.
Honestly, he is not a bad guy, he is my best friend, but this, beyond all other things bothers me SO much. Any advice on both the arm situation and my pyschological self-analysis (ha ha) would be great. Sorry to rant on and on, but I think I need to get over this if I am going to enjoy riding with him. And no, I do not have any other major issues... I am typically a sane individual. :)
Ciao to all,
Stacy
OK, here goes... my last ride was up at Tower City, which is this place in PA that is fun to ride at, but EXTREMELY rocky. We didn't warm up much before we started out, because the warm-up area was closed due to hunting season, so we started out on these MAJORLY intense trails right away. I mean - imagine a hill that would be steep to walk up, and now COVER it (I mean COVER IT) with rocks, and get up it on your 1995 Yamaha RT 180 - not a pretty picture. Needless to say, after about 20 minutes my arms were throbbing to the point where I couldn't even pull in my clutch or my break lever. We had to stop and rest for about 45 minutes - they were so pumped up that I couldn't even clench at all. My boyfriend was acting kind of annoyed at me - I had worked out at the gym the previous Wed. and he was blaming me for the fact that my arms were so sore I couldn't use them. My point was - I'm not going to ride if it is unsafe, and if i can't use my brake or my clutch, it is certainly unsafe.
I eventually made it through that bit of the trail, and then we came into some more technical stuff. Now mind you, I have not been riding long, I am NOT on a good bike for this sort of terrain, and I was keeping up with people who had been riding for 10+ years. I had a few spills, but nothing major - my boyfriend had to help me start the bike a few times, because it was being so stubborn. We got to a hill climb, I fell once on that, but then went back down and did it again, and i made it up. We were taking a break, and that is when things went south. Now, I do love my boyfriend, and this was TOTALLY out of his charachter. But... he called me a wuss, and said that I needed to "stop being a wuss", and that he was frustrated that I had fallen a few times, because he had to set his bike down on the rocks every time. I was LIVID at that point, and refused to talk to him for the rest of the ride... which ended HORRIBLY, I might add - my bike caught on a rock that was embedded in the ground and came to a dead stop, and I flew 15ft. in the air, landed on my head on a pile of rocks (thank GOODNESS for wearing body armour)...I also jammed my thumb severely, and it was so painful that I couldn't finish the ride because I couldn't pull my clutch lever in at all - I was bleeding out of my nose and mouth, and I had a black eye... (mind you, the first thing I said when I got up was, "I'm going to get back on my bike"). ANYWAY, it SUCKED!!! I thought I had gotten over the whole thing - the fall itself didn't bother me, it was just an accident, and that comes with the sport... but the whole "wuss" thing bothers me a lot still. I am worried that he doesn't want me to ride with him because I will slow him down or something... and I am completely PARANOID to fall now whenever I am riding with him, because I am worried he won't think I'm a good enough rider. He went riding yesterday, and i couldn't make it because I had a wedding shower to go to, but all I could think about is that he was probably glad that I wasn't there. As soon as he was done riding, he called me to let me know how it went, and he said that it "sucked" without me there, but in my mind, all I could think about is that he was lying to make me feel better. (even though I don't know if he actually was lying - that's just how I felt) I don't think he knows how much his comments bothered me, because I was so delirious after my big fall that day that I never had a chance to duke it out with him.
Honestly, he is not a bad guy, he is my best friend, but this, beyond all other things bothers me SO much. Any advice on both the arm situation and my pyschological self-analysis (ha ha) would be great. Sorry to rant on and on, but I think I need to get over this if I am going to enjoy riding with him. And no, I do not have any other major issues... I am typically a sane individual. :)
Ciao to all,
Stacy