Well.. The contest for this year are basically over. So today I went out for a different kind of session. A progression session. I will be the first to admit that spending all these years making sure my tricks are dialed for contest has sometimes put a damper on on the progression side of my riding. I would also like to say that I have really enjoyed the training it took to stay consistent in contest as well. Not too mention riding has just always felt better to me if I was able to pull all my tricks 90% of the time and not worry so much about learning this everything under the sun. Of-course that was my personal choice and its not for every rider.
Anyway… That is not what this story is about.. It is about the feeling I received from today’s riding session. Yesterday I went out with the intention of learning something new, fresh, & original. About 15 minutes into the session I found myself flat on back with a bruised knot on my arm the size of a tennis ball. I was very frustrated to say the least. I decided to cancel the session and wait until today to continue my mission of a new trick, switch, or whatever.
Last night I was laying in bed around 11:30 thinking of a possible trick. The crazy part about this is, I was doing to same thing when I was 11 years old. Laying in bed dreaming of what tricks I could try when the sun came up. Last night I smile came to face for 2 reasons. The first reason is because I realized how long flatland has consumed my life and how I am very proud of that. The second reason I smiled is because I thought of a trick that I might be able to do. The trick is not even worth mentioning because it was not some big original banger that was going to impress everyone. It was a simple trick that I somehow thought I would have the skill to do. It was actually kind of difficult to get to sleep. I wanted to try it!
It is sometimes more difficult for me to think of a new trick then to actually learn it. I guess doing the same contest combos all year long also puts a damper on my creative thinking.
So today I went out for the session and of course the first trick I attempted was the one that was on my mind. After about 10 tries it was mine. Not just mine because I am sure over a 1,000 people can do it. But you know what I mean. I learned it just from a thought in my head. It gave me the same feelings I had at age 13 when I learned a new position on my bike. Pedaling around in my backyard I started to think……. That was such an incredible feeling and even more incredible that I have had that feeling from flatland countless times over the course of 15 years! I hope I get that same feeling many more times to come. I am so thankful for this life and so thankful that I found something as special as flatland.