Yesterday, I took off on my bike for my first ride.
O. M. G.
What the heck was I thinking!
First of all, I don't like hats. My ears stick out of them and I look like Dumbo! AND my head gets too hot.
Second of all, I don't like it when my ponytail is low and it hits my neck.
And I would never wear anything that has a choker or a chin strap because I hate the way it gives me extra chins.
A helmet covers all of the above.
But I was excited to ride. I didn't have much time, so I thought a quick couple of miles would be fine. I took off to the back of the neighborhood enjoying how much of a breeze you get while riding. But it didn't take long before my arms started to get tired. In fact, it was less than a mile. I remember this arm issue from Spin class; but when your bike is stationary, it is easy to stretch your arms once in a while. This is not the case when you have to steer the bike on micro-thin tires! So I just tried to re-position my hands on the steering wheel to compensate. I was also very aware of my speed, which was probably slower than most; but I kind of got freaked out when I sped up and thought that I could fall at any moment.
When I reached the front of the circle, I knew it would be easy to turn left and go back home. I could have used the lack of time and the fact that it was a first ride as an excuse; but I decided to push it, and I made the right turn instead. I just kept peddling and tried to get a good feel of the road and the wind gently pushing against me.
I knew the whole ride would end up being around three miles, and I was ready to be home.
As I'm pulling into my driveway, the realization hits me. The sprint triathlon is an eleven mile bike ride. Eleven minus three is EIGHT!!!! I have eight more miles to aspire to. Eight more miles AND a 5K! All preceded by a SWIM! IN OPEN WATER!!!
I am freaking out a little.
Ok, a lot!
I have a lot of work to do.