One pedal at a time
Well we took our first trip on our bikes last night. For me I swear I haven’t been on a bike since maybe before college. That’s over a decade ago, how did that happen?
It took me a few minutes to feel like I wasn’t going to fall over into oncoming traffic. Once I finally got used to it I realized I couldn’t breathe. I have exercise induced asthma so I started weezing like a big dork and had to stop a couple times but I think I did pretty well considering.
Next time I will bring my inhaler. Duh.
My bike is all jacked up though and slammin. Can I say that? I think I may be too white to even blog that.
It was a beautiful ride and felt very free. I had an urge to sit up on the bike and open up my arms like they do in the movies when the woman finally feels free. I have a feeling it wouldn’t have looked so freeing if I fell over and broke my arm.
(A healthy way of living is be good to your health)