We had our bikes serviced in the early part of August, and even by then I was starting to wonder if it was already too late for us to try to get a bike ride in this summer. I couldn’t remember the last time I was on my bike but I would wager money against anyone who gambles it’s been more than 3 years. This year, with this blog, I wouldn’t let the season end without at least one ride.
In Ottawa on every Sunday morning during the summer, they close the parkway offering one day a week when cyclists have access to 50 KM of road without the worry of battling with motorists for a small portion of the lane. My plan was to commit to a Sunday morning and both me and hubby would get our butts on our bikes and enjoy a scenic bike ride along the Ottawa River.
And damn it, we would enjoy it!
But time is running out. Days are already shorter, (if you wake at 4:30 AM like me, you know we’ve already lost the beautiful pink glow of the sunrise and darkness is our new friend) and I suspect in a few short weeks temperatures will be cooler. I needed a ride to happen. No more excuses.
I informed hubby before I left this morning that I would get on my bike tonight. I didn’t care if there were thunderstorms and pouring rain. I would make it so.
And so, I did.
My attire was running shorts, a sports bra, my gigantic panda t-shirt that I received from the CN Tower Stair Climb (I don’t know why, I just love that shirt), old pungent running shoes, my bicycle helmet, and a sporty purse. (I had no place to keep my phone!) Was I cool, or what?
I didn’t look cool, or hip, and I didn’t have perfectly coordinated biking clothes. My goal was simple: get on the bike and peddle before it’s too late. If I overthought about why I should or shouldn’t go, I knew it wouldn’t happen. (I had already talked myself out of it several times.)
And so I went.
Random Thoughts, That I Thought, While Biking:
- This feels so great! I’m 5 years old again! Whoo! Look at me go! The wind feels so great.
- Why are my legs burning? That stop sign means I’ve only biked 500 meters. Oh god, I’m in terrible shape. (**I know it’s 500 meters because I know the full length of the road is 1 KM. It’s one of my running routes.)
- Stop sign. Do I have to stop? Maybe I should stop. Hmmm…do I remember the signal to indicate I am stopping? I googled it before I left. Which one was it?
- Never mind. No one’s around.
- Whoo!!! I am flying!
- Click. Click. Uhm…can’t remember how to change gears. I should wait till I’m on a less busy road. Yeah, I’ll check when I’m on the dedicated biking path.
- Got it! That wasn’t so hard. Ta-da! Gear 7.
- Oh, gear 7 makes me peddle more. No, back to gear 8. It’s harder to peddle – but I get more distance.
- I’m such a geek. I can’t believe I’m going to get off and walk my bike across the intersection.
- I should get a picture of me outside on my bike. Well, I can’t ride and take a picture with my phone at the same time. Everyone will just have to believe that I actually went for a bike ride.
- FINE. I’M GETTING A PICTURE. But I’m going to stop and take it. They’ll believe me then.
- There. No wait, I look like I’m scowling. THERE. No. THERE. No. Oh lord, I look tired. Do I always look like that? That doesn’t make me look like I’m enjoying this at all. Ok. THERE. Good picture.
- Ack! Bug in the eye!
- It really is safer bicycling on a recumbent bike. I don’t have to worry about getting a bug stuck to my contact lens.
- I think I’m starting to itch. Ahhh..ragweed season!
- I’m not built for outside.
- I don’t know what hubby is talking about. I got great balance on a bicycle!
- Oh no, tree branch. Duck!
- I can’t believe I almost rode into a tree branch. How did I miss that?
- Oh, what pretty flowers. This is so great. How beautiful. Is that wild parsnip? You know, poisonous wild parsnip that if it touches your skin it will burn. Not that I know, because it’s never happened to me personally. Uhm, maybe I’ll just go a little bit over.
- Those clouds look awfully dark. Is it going to thunderstorm? I’m going to peddle faster.
- Home! 20 minute bike ride and I’ve earned a glass of wine.