A funny thing happens when you move to Colorado. First, they give you a Subaru and then you mysteriously start growing a beard… Just kidding (mostly.)
But you do tend to pick up new hobbies. And everyone here seems to own a bike.
Between my friends who participate in Iron Man races, a boyfriend who was on his college cycling team, and everyone else in Colorado, I’m surrounded by people who pretty much live on bikes. Road bikes. Mountain Bikes. You can’t drive two blocks without seeing a bike rack on the back of a car.
So I finally broke down and decided to see what all the fuss was about. Guys, I bought a bike!
It was no cheap investment, either. But without a doubt, biking is great. Like, really great.
Granted, it hurts. Climbing is an exercise in repetitive agony and I’m slower on flats than everyone else. But the wind in your face, the mountains in the distance…and how far you can go in just a short time! It’s liberating! It’s freedom.
The hardest part has been learning how to ride clipped in. You see, you’re most efficient on a road bike if you have these fancy shoes that let you ‘clip’ into the pedals. It’s great when you’re riding up a mountain (push, pull, push, pull), but slightly inconvenient when you have to remember to unclip at every stop sign. It’s even more inconvenient if you’re me and have terrible balance.
But I persist! And after a few falls, I finally seem to stay upright.
Slowly, I get faster. Soon, I’ll be keeping up with the best of them!