what I won't be when I grow up

I just had my first and last downhill mountain biking experience today. Never again. We descended 1,000 feet (which probably isn't a lot but I like the way that sounds...very dramatic) on a dirt trail with big and small rocks everywhere, perfect obstacles to cause fishtailing and crashing, so the entire time down I experienced panic attacks and visions of my death, tumbling down the cliffs with my bike slamming into me the whole way. My arms are still sore since my hands were gripping the handlebars so much that in the end, they had to be peeled off. I can't tell you the sigh of relief and euphoria I experienced when we reached the bottom. I don't see how people can enjoy it when you are moments away from crashing. Kelley did in fact fall - a minor spill, but enough to seal the deal that I will give up on this sport, starting now.