Edema Rue

Hee hee let’s talk about bikes and the last two days of my life. (Sorry in advance, I have a hunch this’ll be long).

So. I’ve been at a stake youth camp for the last few days. It was really, really good. My soul feels…healed, full, complete. Anyway I left late last night so that I could get home in time for biking this morning. Normally I would’ve been ok to miss, but this is a ride we do every year and it’s one of my absolute favorites. It’s at one of the bigger trail systems we ride at, there are probably 20 or 30 different trails just snaking around this mountain. Some are a few miles long, some aren’t even one, but basically we spend 4 hours biking around on the trails. It’s a party. We have a big home base set up by this little lake thing. There’s a tent and food and loud music, all the fun stuff. So we really only ride for like half the time. It’s part intense, part fun. You can be struggling not to die on the trail one second and the next be eating a cupcake, surrounded by people. 

Basically, food, friends, and bikes. Everything you need for life. My legs are cut and bruised and bloody, I’m sore and tired and sweaty, but I feel alive. My mind is clear and I feel…well I feel ready for the future, which is such a remarkable and unfamiliar feeling it’s almost laughable. 

Here’s a picture of my leg, I pulled off a bandaid and the skin is such a different color I think it’s really funny. I’m not sure if it’s dirt or a tan and I’m kind of scared to find out.