This morning, I returned to Bay Farm for my second solo bike outing. My first ride was pretty emotional and I’m happy to report that this one was tear-free. Great success!
So, what went better?
To start, I wasn’t an insane ball of hormonal rage. That helped.
To eliminate the frustration of getting lost, I did two runs along my cycling route this week so I was much more familiar with the area. I also left RunKeeper running almost the entire time. I was sooooo irritated last time when I would ride for awhile only to realize I had forgotten to restart the blasted thing. (Of course, the one time I paused it, I forgot to restart it. Sweet.) The left photo depicts the sh*tshow that was last week. The photo on the right from this morning’s ride is so fresh and so clean by comparison!
In general, I was much more prepared. I knew there would be times I would have to stop, walk my bike, reroute, etc. I was also prepared to feel really awful and I totally didn’t! I still had some difficulty starting and I may have cursed a few times but overall, I was considerably more at ease.
Where I was not at ease was shifting. Basically, I don’t know how my bike works, how to shift, or when to shift. Working on it though. For the second time, my chain slipped off as I was walking my bike back into the basement. How weird is that? I put it back in the car and headed to the bike shop. They generously made some adjustments, including my seat height. We spoke for a bit about shifting and I learned some very important information. Like how one part of my shifter shifts up and one part shifts down. Whatever that means.
Did I mention I’m racing a triathlon in June?
Don’t worry, Lola! When I’m going, I really enjoy riding. Sure, there’s a lot to learn but I’m a BEGINNER. (That’s in bold for my benefit, not yours…) It’s a challenge but I’m certainly able to imagine a not-so-distant future in which I’m a competent cyclist. Onward and upward!