I Rode My Bicycle Past Your Window Last Night
by Joy Monger
I just bought a beautiful, expensive road bike as a 30th birthday gift to myself.
It cost more than a plane ticket to a strange and foreign land.
And I am so excited.
For most of my life I considered athleticism off-limits.
To me being active meant whiffing during kickball, getting put in the outfield; far away from the action, having coaches telling you “good effort” instead of “good job”, getting hurt playing tether ball…
I thought all I had in me was the ability to rock eye glasses and discuss books with big words.
But over the past few years I’ve started becoming a burgeoning athlete. I’ve trained for a 1/2 marathon, climbed some 14ers. I go to the gym. Before work. What???
Don’t be mistaken; I am slow, and clumsy, and prone to crazy tomato face. But I’m out there. Moving.
And I’ve been eyeing this bike for a few years.
It’s so exciting because I have this fancy new bike, but also because I think I’ll actually use it. And maybe get good at it.
Now I have to just get a pair of those crazy padded spandex shorts.