Yesterday…I started the morning with a bike ride…just a few miles in…I found myself…struggling a bit…wanting to quit…then…pushing myself…rather harshly…to continue…for at least ten miles…
As I was struggling and chiding myself…I remembered that just last year…Bertha…had encouraged me…to make…enjoying the ride…to be my only goal for riding…
Hmmm…
I was just about to turn towards home…when…Bertha…popped in…with a twist on her former advice…
Seems as though…sometimes…I enjoy pushing myself out of my comfort zone…sometimes…it feels good to push my limits and do things that make me a little uncomfortable…she reminds me of the hill that loomed before me when I first started riding…I rode to it and turned around for a couple of months…then…one day…I pushed myself to the top…yes…it was a struggle…yes…I was out of breath and noodle-legged…but…it felt…incredibly good…I definitely enjoyed the ride that day…and my riding world…and maybe my whole world…opened up as a result of that accomplishment…
With that in mind…I asked myself…which would I truly enjoy…and…riding ten miles…won by a landslide…I didn’t try to break any speed records…I didn’t climb any mountains…in fact…I found a shady route and circled it a few times…but…I made my ten miles…and…then some…
And most importantly…I enjoyed the ride…
Jane
I’m proud of you for making the 10 miles on the bike! I remember reading your journeys last spring and you keep inspiring me!
Thanks, Christy. Seems like it’s a struggle to get started but then the momentum takes over and I really enjoy it!