LAST is Not a Four Letter Word

Ok, so I went to the mountain biking class.
We rode far, and I made it the whole way, ON my bike, even though I WAS last (or close to it) all the way.
And, (extra bonus!) I learned a few things about biking. (They apply equally well to art):

The ride might get hard, but if I keep going, I'll get through it.

After I get through a hard part, I'm able to go further.

And, I had geeky lights and stickers on my bike that needed to come off.

So, all in all, an afternoon well-spent. And I don't even feel bad about being last, because I feel good that I did it.