Biking

So yesterday I decided to go for a bike ride instead of a run.  So I took Alex's bike out of the garage to go for a spin, but first, since she's like 4 inches taller than me, I had to lower the seat.

Having done that...off I went.  Straight down the steep hill into Fish Creek Park and the miles of paved pathways (yup...no crazy trail riding for me).  This was my first real serious bike in a long, long time.  And I'm not ashamed to admit it...I was a little nervous and shaky in the beginning.  Ex-specially going down the hill really fast - and that's when I realized that Alex's brakes need some work.

After going down the hill, and reaching the park, I was still a bit unsure.   This seemed odd to me because I have spent HOURS and HOURS on my bike up until the time I had kids.  I know I'm a HUGE scaredy cat (that's an understatement...quit laughing siblings), but still...riding on flat ground shouldn't real so weird.  That's when I decided to lower the seat even a bit more, and do you know what??  It IS just like, well, riding a bike.  It came right back and I rode on and on (to the bathroom) and then turned around and came back. And even though the way home was more uphill than down, I still enjoyed it.  At this point I was even thinking that I might do this again.

But re-read the second sentence of paragraph 2...I walked up this hill.  Still, at this point I figured I'd do it again, but I'd start at the parking lot at the bottom of the hill.

However, this morning I sat on my hard bench to fold some laundry....and my butt said "I will never ride a bike again!!"