As I write this post, I am itching to strap on my safety helmet and get my ass kicked on the road. See, on Thursday at around 5pm, I didn’t know how to get on a bike, much less ride one. After about several spectacular falls and 4 blows to my shin, I decided to call it quits, but by then I was able to get on a bike and stay on the bike. I was still a little bit wobbly on the bike, but it was a very good first day. Fast forward to Friday at about 5.30pm, M & I decided to get out and go practice some more. My first tries were still kind of awkward, but I was able to start the bike noticeably smoother. Over an hour later, I was riding trails, people! Now, I’m still wobbly and haven’t learned how to navigate significantly hilly places, ride standing or even turn properly. However, Rome wasn’t built in a day. I am so looking forward to my bike lessons this morning.
Update: I just had my worst spill yet. You see, I have this need for speed. What’s bad is I’m not very adept at using my brakes and my feet keep slipping of the pedal. Both of those faults together make for a very scary scenario. I however wish to take this time to place some of the fault at my coach’s feet. lol. Biking is second nature to him and he was very excited that I had picked it up “so quickly” that he wanted me to try some “stunt”. It didn’t turn out so good, but I’m pretty much done practicing for today.