Why is this so difficult lol

Alright wow, i haven't actually typed something since like December when we were still in school. So ive decided to finally make a blog (cause people were yelling at me) but here it is. Now writing isnt exactly my strong suit so you need to help me out here and understand my problems. Another thing i should ad is i cant spell nor do i use the correct forms of words. So bare with me lol if you can read it and it somewhat makes sense than i can feel that its a job well done.

Now that thats all out of the way i feel a bit better. So a little bit about me is in order. My name is Matt (in case you didn't know) and uve probably found 13 spelling errors by now lol this is kinda fun though. But i love sports, whether im watching them or playing them its a lifestyle. Track and Field was kind of my past time now that im in college but those were the best days of my life. There was nothing better than competing with your best friends after class. I remember the brutal days out in the 90 degree weather killing ourselves, but in the end we loved every minute of it. Growing up ive played just about every sport. Basketball was always my favorite growing up and i was pretty good back in the day but all of those sports kinda fell to the way side when track came. I was always pretty quick but didnt hit my full stride till my senior year and after i graduated. Freshman year i kinda gave the whole running thing up but i decided for one last meet at the state games. Its always a good time to get back out their with my best friends to compete. As my life of track and field started to disappear the life of cycling started to come to life. Riding a bike was always fun but riding at a higher seemed like a thrill. I received an email from my now coach John Romano who is a monster rider and he wanted me to come out ride with the team. I said why not ive been training pretty hard maybe i could do ok. I sure didnt realize what i was in for lol .We did 30 miles and as fun as it was it was one of the most difficult things ive down. The pace seemed impossible and the guys made it look like nothing. My mom always tells me to take it easy cause ill prob get hurt but i wanted to do this and i wanted it bad. Everyday after class i would come home and bust my ass putting in the miles and climbing hills until i would get home and feel accomplished. Every week i would go back to ride with the team and everyweek i got a little better and the more obsessed i became. I couldnt get away from the bike and i still cant now. Theres just something about it i cant explain and to most it probably doesnt make sense. Why push urself into feeling pain and discomfort when you just sit at home and do nothing. lol cause im weird what can i say.

Now hold on a sec. I cant tell all the stories on the first blog i mean sheesh so for now that will be day one. Tomorrow the story will continue on cause ill probably be trapped due to snow. So for now i bid thee farewell and a goodnight to all and careful driving in the snow it might be slippery!!!