Last week I went mountain biking for the first time since my ACL surgery. It was a mix of experiences - on one hand, it felt great to be back on a bike doing something I love. On the other hand, it felt a little demoralizing to feel like a beginner again; my turns weren't fluid, and I didn't trust my body (for good reason!) or my bike. It brings us back to the oft-quoted Theodore Roosevelt pearl: Comparison is the thief of joy.
But this is a sneaky comparison, because it seems reasonable - after all, aren't I comparing my performance to my past performance? Isn't that reasonable? Well, yes and no. Let's dive in:- I may be romanticizing that past memory. Did things really feel as natural and fluid on a bike as I remember? Maybe. Then again, maybe not. It certainly seems possible that I am conjuring nostalgia for a past that was never quite as rosy as I'm painting it to be now.
- But let's say that's not the case and I'm not simply being nostalgic - maybe I really am remembering an accurate version of myself. Even if this is the case, comparison still has issues because I am probably comparing myself to a previous peak rather than a typical pre-injury day. I'm not comparing like-for-like; I'm comparing old me's peak performance to current me's first day back on the bike in nine months.
- The only accurate comparison would be to compare current-day me to the last time I was off the bike for nine months and had a major reconstructive surgery... which... doesn't exist. So there is no accurate comparison that I can reasonably make.
- And, lastly, even if there was an accurate comparison I could make to my past performance, I would be wise to ask myself what I have to gain by comparing my experience to a past memory. Does it serve me? Because before I started comparing, I was enjoying the experience for what it was. And after I let comparison creep in, I felt discontent rather than enjoyment.



