Previously published: Monday May 14, 2014
The Honeymoon is over, the pain has begun. My hips, my side, and why are my arms hurting? Yesterday, I pushed myself out of bed early to eat something before my ride, and an hour later it began to rain and rain hard. I felt that was a legitimate excuse for not riding my bike today, after all, I was sore. As the sun came out and dried away the roads and excuses, I refused to listen to the aches and pains while preparing for my morning ride.
It's funny, I wanted to ride to be alone with my thoughts, yet each time I pull up into the parking lot outside of the track, my heart sinks just a little when I realize I'm the only person riding today. There are other miscellaneous riders, but we just nod in acknowledgment as we ride past each other. It's not the same as riding with David's cycling group at night. As, I began my morning ride, quite prepared with my music, headphones, cotton balls for nose bleeds, water bottle, and helmet. I was quite proud of myself until I saw another cyclist in their matching kit.
You know, the multi-colored shirt and shorts with letters and numbers all over, a mental note made to make that a goal before my first competition. Content for the moment I started riding on the five-mile track around the Pompano Airport and then the music started jumping around. Ugh, I must get that fixed how can I ride to music that's jumping around? The wind was no less relentless this morning as it put me through the test, the more I peddled the more it blew against me. I had originally planned to ride around the park twice. However, with all the challenges that morning, by the time I had completed a full circle, I was feeling uneasy, a little lightheaded, and just not in the mood. I packed up my bike. Gave myself a pat on the back for making it through the first day of wind and pain. Reality is starting to set in, do I really want to do this? That's what my body was saying, my brain was already trying to coordinate the next day's ride.