you get on a bike for the first time since your honeymoon 8.5 years ago just to prove a point to your stubborn 11 year old.
Last night I came down a horrid cold...like awake every hour horrid. Today I've barely gotten up from my desk (writing flashcards still) and have barely eaten. When Mac got home though I just wanted to move a little and get some fresh air...walk around our block a couple of times and thought it'd be cool if Mac wanted to try riding his bike...since he was just learning late last summer. Lots of complaining ensued in addition to his immense concern about falling. I told him I understand the fear, but not the bad attitude. Yes, riding a bike can be scary at first and to prove my point I had Sean dust off the bike hanging from our rafters I strapped on a helmet and tried. Not the best idea when you're all stuffed up considering on my best day I have no balance whatsoever...I literally didn't learn how to ride a bike until I was 13 years old...and it wasn't for lack of trying...I hit trees and poles and fell way too many times. Today though, I managed not to crash into anything...and realized what being 30 pounds heavier means on a bicycle seat...ouch...but Mac was entertained and hopefully encouraged.
Oh and the honeymoon? Well after I finally learned to ride a bike a year later my Dad, sister and I went to Vermont for a bike tour...I went one more time a few years later and loved both of them. When we were planning our honeymoon on the East Coast for a couple of weeks I suggested we do another tour since I knew Sean would love it...not necessarily the most honeymoon-ish of honeymoons but it was a lot of fun and we've talked about doing it again...I'd really have to lose weight though in order to survive the Green Mountain State.
Okay time to take some cough medicine and try to make up for last night's lack of sleep before my long day at school tomorrow...
