Today is the first training ride for the Bike Rally. I’ve been watching this date creep up on me, trying to get my head around it. I’ve even been at the meetings where we talk about when training will start, and what the schedule will be, and yay verily it was even me who approved the schedule, and I did so super calmly, and like I thought it was a good idea – which I do, intellectually.
Emotionally? Well, here’s the thing. I have not been back on my bike since the accident last fall when I broke my wrist.
I can feel now, as I look at my bike in the hall, pump up my tires (wipe the dust off the bike) that I have made a mistake. What I should have done was get back on my bike the exact moment that I was allowed to. Instead, when my allotted time was up, I told myself that the weather was too cold, that I was too busy… I even kitted up a few times – putting on my cycling gear and telling people I was leaving, then standing there, not quite able to go. I should have forced myself, because now here I am and I have given nervousness time and fertile ground to turn all the way into fear and dread.
Ken reminded me that I have ridden thousands of kilometres, and never hurt myself, except for that once. (Ken has a very analytical mind.) Those are good odds, he reminds me. He’s right too, getting hurt once doesn’t make it more likely I’ll fall again, that’s not how odds work, or learning, or luck. I am, in fact – less likely to get hurt this time, and last night at a party, a cycling friend said that it would take “two strokes on the bike” and I’d remember everything that’s great about it. (I am hoping he’s right, but think that maybe he underestimates my ability to be properly neurotic.)
In any case, now I’ve got no choice. I’m the Chair of the rally, I am simply going to have to ride my bike, and today is the day I have to start, so in 15 minutes I am going to *&^%$#ing leave here, and ride my bike and it is going to be fine and then I’ll be over it.
Anyway, if you want to- it’s a good day to send me a ding.