The last time I had been on a bike was when I was about 16 years old. I had a nice little mountain bike that got me to and from my babysitting gigs.
After listening to my triathlete/cyclist boyfriend talk on and on about how he loves cycling, I started to think about if I would like to ride a bike again. I used to ride a bike all the time as a kid, why not now? Makes total sense, and it’s another fun, new way to get exercise.
So, after eating lunch with Mr Triathlete, and watching him eat this ridiculously funny portion of pizza and salad, we went to go search out a bike.
I don’t really know a whole lot about the bike I got. I guess I should, but I am still trying to learn everything I need to know. I will get there. I got a Giant Avail something? And Mr Triathlete mentioned how I need 105 components, and I just said, ok. I really have no idea about bikes.
I felt so dorky when I got everything on. Everyone said I was crazy for using clip-less peddles, and told me I would fall down. Well, I fell down. But, I was in the apartment, and on the carpet. So, it was no big deal–yet. I have a good teacher.
I am still scared about crashing, or getting stranded somewhere with my bike messed up. And I’m afraid that I won’t be able to make it up a hill, or that I will look like a dork. But, I am more excited to feel the wind in my face, glide around more quickly than I can run, and see different scenery more quickly than I can run.
So, here’s to the start of a new hobby/exercise where I have no idea what I am doing. And that’s what life’s about 🙂