I spent at least an hour at a local bicycle shop this afternoon, maybe more. I tried on some bike shorts, looked at pedals (they don’t come with the bike–who knew), and kicked the tires as if I were buying a car, rather than a two wheeled, self powered vehicle. Based on some of the prices, I probably could have bought a car.
I learned so much and was so incredibly tempted to drop a big pile of money on a new bicycle. I am somewhat afraid that my dreams and train of thought over the next few days will be dominated by visions of sleek, rapid and expensive glory machines. Even as I write this my pulse has started to race a little.
On a positive note, I did manage to get on my rather neglected bike and go for a little spin. I pedalled around the neighbourhood, gasping and wheezing at the effort of going up a small grade, but overjoyed at the ease of cruising down that grade as well. My cardiovascular system really told me that this new activity is hard work, and maybe I should have packed some oxygen.
One of the reasons I wanted to get back on the bike is my complete dislike (distaste, revulsion, irritation–I admit, I find it hard to some up my feelings about it, and even harder to choose the correct adjective) of the gym. I know some people love the gym, but I do not. Maybe, I could learn to love it over time, but I kind of doubt it. I might have no choice come winter, but until then, I hope I can get out on the bike a lot more.
Today’s ride, regardless of how short, and regardless of how fraught with danger (I crashed into a chain link fence in a catwalk–just minor scrapes and one possible bruise), I loved it. It reminded me of my mid to late teens when, having no car, I cycled everywhere. I don’t have those young legs, or lungs anymore but I know Today’s Perfect Moment when I am in middle of it. Speed, wind, danger and bugs. What more could you ask for.