Pride Cometh Before The Fall

This confession is brought to you by someone who is older and should know better.  At my regular rec center visit the other day, I was consigned to take the only remaining bike.  Unfortunately it was beside a couple of young guys with attitude.  Since Lees never miss a competitive moment, I picked up the gauntlet and ran (or more aptly said--biked) with it.  I came, I conquered, I am now paying the price.  So much for granny pride--I feel like I've been hit by a Mac truck.  Don't get me wrong, I am still biking.  It is just that it is much slower and I have lots of new hurts.  Yep--a living testament that "pride cometh before the fall".  Hello from the ground. --Mom