If you noticed on last week’s training recap, I actually biked….like really real biking, not the sitting on the bike at the gym kind of stuff I’ve been doing.
If you think my relationship with swimming is odd, with biking it gets a little more precarious. Mostly because I’m just freaking scared to death by it all.
The Intimidation Factors
1- You want me to put that where? Bikes have lots of pieces. To fit bikes into cars, you need to take them apart, then putting them together requires lots of work and uhhh…knowledge. I comfortably dismantled my dishwasher and pieced it successfully back together over the weekend, but spent nearly an hour trying to get my brake pad to not rub on the darn wheel. #wastedtime
Plus, I’m petrified something will break, pop, twist or tweak on the bike and I’ll be stranded. Not to mention, I still haven’t gotten used to the idea of having to carry tools with me when I exercise.
2- Judgasaurus. Sadly, I have a major problem with bikers. Yes, I know not all bikers are bad peeps, but the ones that are on the shared biking and running trails near me are total butt wipes. They frequently ride in the wrong lane, cut people off, and get mad if you’re in THEIR way, despite you being in the RIGHT lane. Plus they never smile or say hi when you acknowledge them. I know you’re working hard, but trust me, 18 miles into a 20-miler, I don’t really want to say hi either, but I do it because I’m polite. Most of my bike encounters revolve around one sentiment rolling through my mind, “Errr…last time I checked the world didn’t revolve around you.” #endrant
3- I [don’t] Feel The Need…The Need For Speed. While Maverick and Goose made it clear they felt the need…I…uhh….errrr…don’t.
When running I have a billy goat mentality that allows me to bust some uphills uber fast, but going downhill – notsomuch. I’m petrified of speed. I don’t want to fall (this is clearly a problem), I don’t want to get hurt. So if a chickadee is afraid to run downhill fast, you can imagine biking goes over like carrot sticks at a pizza party. #buzzkill
4 – People. Yes there’s the issue of the biking people addressed above, but then there’s the non-biking people. Believe it or not I biked everywhere in college (yes even in Midwest winters). But in my age, I’ve learned people drive cars that sometimes hit bikers and people jump into bike paths without looking both ways first. What it comes down to is I’m afraid I’ll hurt a people or a people will hurt me. #dontdie
So while it’s scary and out of my element, I’m once again trying to learn that my bike is more than a means to get to Trader Joe’s when I want to get some exercise in or a way to keep to my Target trips to under $20 (No basket = No Room for Crap).
Are you a biker?
Do you feel the need for speed?