Mental Toughness What Is That (Part 1)
Mental toughness what is that,
It is the moment that your butt sat;
You raise up your legs and saddle you did do,
Mentally in your mind, a motorcycle you rode too;
You heard the fears, from the voice of others,
All said you were getting yourself into trouble;
Some called you a fool, and said you were crazy,
But none of them thought it was amazing;
Off to the MSF course there you went,
Shaking like a leaf, and grinning like a mint;
Felt the heart letting you know it was there,
Felt your soul, say to you I dare;
Dare what is what you asked,
Are you saying I shouldn't stand up to the task?
The soul kept silent and did not speak a word,
Because it wanted you to get in touch with what you just heard;
The mind of yours began to wonder too,
If this is something that you must do;
You observed the class a varity of people you did see,
The old, the young, and folks just like me;
Here comes the instructor, with a great big smile,
He told everyone to learn to ride a bike will take a while;
Practice, practice, practice, practice he said over and over again,
He made me feel like I could do it, if I gave it a chance;
There was a time, when I wanted to walk out of the class,
When I heard about the accidents that took place in the year past;
The Hurt Report, I think it is what he said,
It talked about what caused a lot of bikers to become dead;
What the instructor highlighted from the report was not little,
A new way of learning to ride safe to keep you out of the hospital;
It was at that moment that my mind made a switch,
It got real tough, and I said to myself, "I am not going to quit."
It is the moment that your butt sat;
You raise up your legs and saddle you did do,
Mentally in your mind, a motorcycle you rode too;
You heard the fears, from the voice of others,
All said you were getting yourself into trouble;
Some called you a fool, and said you were crazy,
But none of them thought it was amazing;
Off to the MSF course there you went,
Shaking like a leaf, and grinning like a mint;
Felt the heart letting you know it was there,
Felt your soul, say to you I dare;
Dare what is what you asked,
Are you saying I shouldn't stand up to the task?
The soul kept silent and did not speak a word,
Because it wanted you to get in touch with what you just heard;
The mind of yours began to wonder too,
If this is something that you must do;
You observed the class a varity of people you did see,
The old, the young, and folks just like me;
Here comes the instructor, with a great big smile,
He told everyone to learn to ride a bike will take a while;
Practice, practice, practice, practice he said over and over again,
He made me feel like I could do it, if I gave it a chance;
There was a time, when I wanted to walk out of the class,
When I heard about the accidents that took place in the year past;
The Hurt Report, I think it is what he said,
It talked about what caused a lot of bikers to become dead;
What the instructor highlighted from the report was not little,
A new way of learning to ride safe to keep you out of the hospital;
It was at that moment that my mind made a switch,
It got real tough, and I said to myself, "I am not going to quit."

6 Comments
And just like your others, you drive your point home!
Your comments regarding the BRC class...
Wondering to yourself, "Will I fail or pass?",
Made me think about when I took the BRC, too,
It wasn't something I was sure I could do…
But practice makes perfect, as it has been said
We need to learn focus and good habits embed
Instructors are great just to give us that start
But the rest is just practice and that is OUR part!!
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