It's the time of the year, when I hop back onto my bicycle after taking the winter months off. In preparation, I had my bike tuned up and cleaned a month ago. Then, I just needed to find the time. This past Friday, a friend, who had not ridden in a long time either, had a morning free. So we agreed that our first ride should be together. We'd take it slow, to reacquaint ourselves with being clipped in, and riding.
I had new bike shoes, so my biggest concern was getting clipped in and out smoothly at stops.
That should not have been my biggest worry.
My friend and I left from a local YMCA. Just leaving the parking lot, I was dying. She was leisurely cruising ahead, looking effortless on her bicycle, while I huffed and puffed up the short hill to the main road. Good grief! I had thought I was still in good shape - I'd been running and doing bootcamp, after all.
No luck.
As we continued to ride - her, not sweating and breathing normally. . .me, about to have a heart attack, and having to stand up to pedal on relatively flat roads, I kept messing with the gears on the right hand side of my bike, trying to make it easier, and not succeeding. . .
Until about 15 minutes into the ride - when I remembered.
There are gears on the left side of the bike too. . .
Really, if people needed a license to ride a bike, I think mine would be revoked.
I'm blaming this on turning 40.
No comments:
Post a Comment