I’ve been talking about riding my bike twice around the neighborhood for a very long time now. And there will always be a million reasons not to do something. For example:
- It is a zillion degrees (Fahrenheit) outside.
- I almost vomited in the pool this morning because of the heat.
- My leg hurts.
- My ankle hurts.
- My hip hurts.
- My back hurts.
- I can’t find my sunglasses.
- The padding in my helmet disintegrated.
But I am just so dang tired of not riding. Today, I said, “Fuck it. I’m going to ride.”
And I put on my favorite kit, wore my luckiest cycling socks,
and made my decision: a slow ride is better than no ride. And goddammit, I did it. Twice around. 5.8 miles.
And apart from being overheated, I don’t feel any worse than I did before.