My boys have wanted me to get a bicycle for several years now. Every time, I told them, once they both could ride well without training wheels then I would get a bike. Well, that time has come. Yesterday, I went for a ride on my shiny, new bike with my husband. My first bike ride in probably 20+ years. I was a little caution to say the least. I felt like my boys as I watched them learn to ride their bike without training wheels for the first time...shaky and jerky.
At the end of our short jaunt, I challenged myself to pedal up my road, which has a decent incline to it, without success. I came to a stop and wasn't going to go any further even with all my efforts. As I unmounted the bike, I stumbled and dropped the bike. My legs were JELLO! My fitness level hit me right in the face!
When the boys found out that I went on my first ride, they were quick to ask if I fell down with a little chuckle behind the question. Those stinkers! John was quick to reassure them that I didn't fall but just stumbled.
Point of my story...I'm sharing what would have been, at one time, an embarrassing story that I would not have shared because of pride. I have grown so much through my cancer journey that I can laugh about this and chalk it up to an out-of-shape, middle-aged woman's experience with her new life! BRING IT ON!
