Last night an old colleague contacted me about doing some training sessions. Ever since I met her she has been determined to get me riding a road bike. Did I mention they scare the shit out of me??? Anyway, she can be a little pushy (and by pushy I mean controlling, but in a good way) and by the end of the evening she had somehow convinced me that at 6am this Saturday I will be going riding with her. I absolutely shit myself.
Unable to get out of it and scared that I will humiliate myself, I couldn't sleep last night as I stressed over what to do. In the end I realised there was only one thing to do. Get up early this morning and ride the damn thing so that I know I can at least make it to the end of the street.
So at the crack of dawn this morning I was up, shaking, tired and cranky, but determined to see through my goal. And guess what? I did it!!! I think I only rode about 2.5kms, I never let go of the handlebars the entire time, I didn't stand-up, I was lucky to hit a top speed of about 10km/hr, but I don't care - I actually rode the damn thing!!!! And just to top it off, when I got home a threw in a 30min run (all hills!) just so that I would really feel that I'd achieved something.
I really needed it today as well. After a crap day yesterday of feeling fat and bloated and tired and moody (PMS...) I needed something today to make me feel good and keep me on track. I look like such an idiot, grinning from ear-to-ear, but I don't care - I actually did it!!!!
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