ouch[Warning: due to the graphic nature of the picture of my bloody knee (not to mention the blinding white skin pallor), viewer discretion is advised.]

Cyclists are crazy. They raise the seats of their bike so high that they can’t touch the ground with their feet when they’re stopped, then they LOCK their feet into the pedals. Does this make any sense to anybody?

I’ve been resisting using the pedal clips since I got my new bike, seeing as I’m already having enough trouble starting and stopping without being locked into pedals. I was petrified of falling, horrified of failing. But this weekend I forgot my tennis shoes and had to take the plunge. D.J. helped me clip in and set me free in his neighborhood. My job was to circle the block then come back to the house for a smooth stop.

I knew I would fall.

I knew I would fall.

I knew I would fall.

No big surprise here: I fell.

I crashed unceremoniously in D.J.’s driveway, just a slow, clumsy, quiet fall, still clipped into the bike.

And guess what? Nothing happened. A crowd of hecklers didn’t emerge to laugh and point. The “Dumb Cyclists Protection League” didn’t show up and confiscate my bike. My legs lost some skin here and there (plenty of DNA on the bike in case CSI needs to investigate), and I was a little embarrassed. But the world didn’t come to an end.

Because I had been so afraid of falling, I was actually relieved when it happened. I suffered a setback, but it wasn’t a complete failure. It just meant that I was now able to put the fear of falling behind me and learn how to fix my mistakes.

Think for a minute about a fear you have, something that’s preventing you from taking a risk. Are you scared to start your own business? Are you worried about starting that novel because you aren’t sure you can actually write? Do you want to make a commitment to someone you love but are afraid you’ll be turned down?

What if you confront a fear and the worst does happen? Chances are your world will not be tragically altered. Chances are you will find a way to continue on. Your one setback may even give you the courage to keep taking risks.

Just because I rode the bike clipped in one morning doesn’t mean I’m done with my fears. I want to write a book — several books, in fact, but I’m afraid they’ll suck. I want to start speaking and consulting more often, but I’m afraid people won’t hire me or won’t find value in what I have to say. But I keep working forward, making mistakes, addressing fears, and slowly things are starting to happen.

What is a fear you have that keeps you from moving forward?