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| For months I'd been scared of the big, evil, heart crushing machine...which I couldn't stay away from... |
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| I tried to ride a little bit every day, even if only a mile or two, just to be on it. But I was too afraid to venture out, to go anywhere. |
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| What if I got too tired and couldn't get back? What if I got stuck somewhere, in the middle of nowhere, lost, scared? I know this wasn't entirely rational... |
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| ...but I didn't rally even want to leave the house. My confidence was shot, I was afraid of the world and everything, everyone, in it. |
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| Truth is, I'm pretty sure I had a full on breakdown, the kind we're not allowed to have. Old school. |