Guess what I did on Friday morning?
I rode my bike.
Now, that may not seem like a big deal to some, but when you crash your bike to avoid being hit by a car and crack ribs in the process, you may develop a slight fear of riding bikes.
At least, that’s what happened to me. It’s been three years since I’ve rode bike.
Four years ago, I participant in several sprint triathlons and three years ago, I set out to do the same but a collision caused me to ride my bike with my rib cage. As a result, my ribs took four weeks to heal and I missed out on all the sprint triathlons that summer.
Then, I got pregnant with my third child, who was born the following year and I was nowhere near ready to even try tri training again.
Last year, I wanted to try tri training again, but I just couldn’t overcome my bike phobia and my fear of crashing again.
This year would be the year! Before I even began training, I registered for one sprint triathlon, the Chaotic Coteeman. Once I registered, it would force me back on the bike.
But I was afraid to ride alone.
My friends, Chrissy and Maribel, promised they would ride with me, however, afternoon showers kept spoiling on our training plans. We would need to move our rides to the morning, but schedules became difficult to coordinate.
I would have to face this fear alone. After all, the triathlon is a month away.
So, last Friday, I rode my bike by myself for 10 miles. I didn’t ride too fast. I stayed on the main roads in my neighborhood and avoided all the smaller divisions with blind driveways.
With no music, I listened for cars, focused on my pedaling, my balance and staying upright on the bike. Once back home, I came to a complete stop before dismounting and remarkably, I didn’t fall off.
My eyes welled up with tears for my big accomplishment. This was a huge moment for me.
Looks like I’m the comeback kid.