My parents finally delivered the bike last weekend. At first, I was intimidated to ride the bike. It has gears. It has devices. It's not the hot pink Lady BMX I had as a kid. It was a complicated machine ready to train athletes on how to win the Tour de France. I mean, it expected you to wear a helmet. The boys that I grew up with would have laughed at me if I wore a helmet on our biking adventures.
|My new bike...what should I name him?|
|Lance Armstrong, eat your heart out!|
Thankfully, our area is bike friendly. We may have roads with craters in it, but we have a bike path.
|I'm so used to the laws where the bikers share the road with the cars, but they created bike paths on the sidewalks. Very nice and big.|
|Really cool picture.|
|Actually, thats the old Astrodome...the 8th Wonder of the World.|
I turned around and rode all the way to the freeway. Then, I rode home. I'm not sure how many miles I biked, but it seemed like a lot. I remembered thinking how this biking thing is not really working for me, but then towards the end, my legs felt it.
|After the bike ride.|
|Proof I was on a bike.|
I haven't decided yet if I like it better than running, but I did enjoy it. I liked looking around and seeing the houses. I haven't mastered taking a picture while biking like Sheryl Yvette, because I managed to take a lot of pictures of my chest area. I'm still learning.
I haven't been able to bike or run or exercise all week due to this weird vertigo illness. So, hopefully, I can get out for something this weekend.