Posted on December 8th, 2013

You’re riding through the desert and on top of the world.

Everything is going perfect. You feel at one with the bike. The air is crisp and cool and you revel in the understanding that you are having an experience that very few will ever understand. You hammer away at the pedals, up and down the desert hills. Nothing can stop you as you climb up the rocks and then plummet down one rocky slide after another.

You are going so fast that you barely have time to think. But that’s ok. You can do this. You can leave everyone and everything behind in the dust. Nothing can stop you today. You are alive and don’t think twice about the dangers of the terrain.

Then you round a corner and right before your eyes is a big drop, a chasm.

It’s ok, you tell yourself. I can handle this.

You focus and try to do everything right. You bend your arms and push back on the seat. You pick out a line down the rocky trail and follow your front wheel.

You’re doing it. You are going to make it. Your heart is beating like crazy. But you believe you can do this. You muscle your handlebars in the right direction to stay upright. You almost make it down.

And then, you see the rock sticking straight up a split second before you hit it.

You feel your body go up and over the handlebars. You’re frozen, flying through the air straight at the rocks.

You hit. You feel your flesh being scraped off and bones breaking. You tumble over and over again, not even seeing where your bike went.

It feels like forever, but you eventually stop moving.

You stare at the sky and feel nothing but pain, and you wonder how you could let yourself believe that you could do this.

You turn over in your little bed in your new room and see that its only one in the morning. And you know that it will be yet one more night that you will not sleep.

And you wonder how long it will take your wounds to heal, and if you will ever want to ride again.

Yarden Frankl, Neve Daniel

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  1. ben says:

    There are no real answers to the questions you raise – beyond the test of time – when you see – that eventually and inevitably there are paths that lead out of the deepest valleys (of despair) ; but at a certain level – you answer your own unasked questions in describing the bicycle crash… you have been there – and you still can ride from the Golan to Neve Daniel.. (and much more !) so take strength from what you have done. After the crash – you do not stare at the sky wondering how you’ll ride the next marathon… you simply reflect at the fact that you are still there – can feel the pain – and wonder how the hell do you sit up, stop bleeding, mend the broken bones and get fixed … but inevitably you (Yarden) do – and and that is the positive message I read in your words..

  2. Dan Ostroff says:

    Always ask yourself, “What would Stella say?”

    You know the answer.

  3. Ruth Novice says:

    Yarden. I know you like to push to the limits. But do I have to remind you that you have several children who need you? That is what came to mind as I read this latest blog. Be well and kol tuv. Ruth

  4. rachel himels says:

    there are no short cuts on your ride, I think you realise that deep down, and that doesnt make the ride more joyful-but you will be learning so much on the way. Keeping one foot in front of the other for now,and peddling like crazy in the future. With your whole family by your side.

  5. Ruth — I haven’t been on a bike in months. Read it again. It’s just a dream.