After unsuccessfully trying out the motorcycle course with my hubby and falling off 3 times, minor sprain in the ankle, and some purply-green bruising along my legs, 3 things I learned about myself:
- I have very bad concentration.
- I have very bad hand-eye coordination.
- I lack confidence in myself.
I also made the wise discovery that if anything were to happen to me in an actual “real world” motorcycle accident, it would cause a lot of disruption in our lives, and quite frankly, it wouldn’t be worth it. A minor ankle sprain made me lose a day at work, forego all errands and groceries, limp around dramatically though I hate drawing that kind of attention to myself, and the immobility of the whole situation was plain misery.
To make up for all this shit I brought on to myself (no blame on my hubby, he really wanted to find a hobby we could do together, but he overestimated my motorcycling ability), I did 2 things successfully:
- Despite the ankle, I completed the Zumba Basic 1 certification.
- I signed up and started guitar lessons.
After 4 years of Zumba classes, the first item proves that I am better at doing things with my two feet on the ground. And the guitar lessons are my bizarre goal of self-improvement to improve my concentration and hand-eye coordination.
I’ve never picked up a guitar, never had a musical interest in the instrument, and I do not want to impress anybody with a few chords of Nirvana, Oasis, or cliche whathaveyou. I cannot even name anything I know about guitars except I loved the documentary It Might Get Loud. All this makes it a perfect thing to learn because I have no pre-conceived notions about it, and any instructor who teaches me can teach me whatever they want and I will have 100% expectation of myself to learn it well.
Somehow, within 36 hours of super failing at the motorbike I learned more about myself and my physical/mental limitations than I could dream of discovering. People get an ego-boost and a high from riding fast bikes, me on the other hand, I got a totally opposite humbling experience. I hate what I learned about myself, but I also really love that I learned it.