Today, after almost a year and a half off of my bike, after buying a new helmet a few months ago, after pumping up my tires a few weeks ago… After all that build up, I finally actually went for a ride today.
Before I left, I made sure to tell Alexis exactly where I was going. Since this was my first time out on a ride of any length — and I only went 10 miles — I can still feel the strain on my thighs. Of course, the short trip took me an hour.
I suppose I’m only now coming to grips with what it really means for my confidence after losing a couple of weeks of my life to a TBI sustained while riding alone one sunny fall afternoon. As I rode, I was constantly aware of any ditches to fall into. There was the constant reminder that, yes, I’m not going to push myself to ride hard up or down hills. I was too scared.
But, I’m very happy I went. I’ll go again tomorrow. And — who knows? — in a month I may even be ready to ride on longer trips. I may even go over 10mph!