This past weekend was definitely one for the memory books. My friends, John and Caiden, decided to take me to Moab to go mountain biking for the first time. Being from Florida I had never been to Moab, never really spent too much time on a mountain, and hadn’t biked too much previously. John and Caiden, however, are avid mountain bikers and were so excited to share their passion with me. For those that are familiar with Moab mountain bike trails, we did the following trails: Bartlett Wash, Slickrock, Bull Run, Arch’s Corner, and Little Canyon. One of the biggest things I learned after reflecting on my first day biking, is that I was missing learning and fun by being too cautious. I made the goal the next day to give it my all, and if I got hurt then I got hurt. But if I decided that some parts of the trail were too hard and walked down most of it, then I was robbing myself of growth opportunities. I crashed many times and I did get beat up, scratched, and bruised. I loved eve