I could go and complain about how I got yet another medical bill in the mail, but let’s not.
Instead, allow me to vent a little bit about how scary downhills have become to me. After falling and injuring myself, and then proceeding to struggle making it further downhill safely, I’ve grown quite averse to slopes with any kind of loose objects on them. Uphills on any kind of terrain are fine, but if a downhill isn’t 100% unmovable, I’m hesitant to go down it.
Some risk averseness is good to have, it keeps you safe. But in my case even minor and largely clean descents scare me. And honestly, it debilitates me. Uphills are filled with worries about how I’ll make it down again, and the very hesitant downward movement isn’t helping my knees at all.
Though it stems from a different fear, biking downhill isn’t as fun as it used to be either. Fuck downhills.