.a few weeks back i ate it (hard) & it left me fearful of attempting any more drops and overall riding in general. granted i had a willingness to give it a go, i failed undoubtedly. as you can imagine, this was not a win for me and i fell hard...afterwards, i took some time to recover, didn’t ride for about a week, but eventually got back on the saddle. a part of me wishes i would’ve ridden again sooner but another part is giving myself grace for the space i needed. now i’m regaining confidence with each ride & taking it down a notch by practicing some skill work on the smaller stuff. i’ll take this fall & fail as a metaphor for life to always get back on the bike, ease into things before just straight sending it, & i’ll become stronger because of life’s failures. it’s gonna be a hot minute before i attempt this one again but one of these days i’m gonna get it. photo cred to ma boii @e_christie — also, thanks for putting down the 📷 and coming to the rescue after getting the shot.