Saturday, 31 March 2012
I want to ride my bike!
By Thursday he seemed to be perking up and so trotted off back to school - he's still at that age where he's keen to go. So I took the opportunity during youngest's preschool session to do something I haven't done for an embarrassingly long time... I got on my bike.
Reader, I have a confession to make. I bought this bike brand new when I was pregnant with my oldest, so about six years ago. And then didn't ride it...
First I felt wobbly and pregnant, then after babies one and two arrived I felt vulnerable enough putting myself in traffic, let alone setting off with a tiny child on the back. But at the beginning of this year I wrote a list of things I wanted to achieve this year, and returning to cycling was on there.
I had forgotten how much fun free-wheeling down a big hill in the sunshine can be, it was pretty amazing. Climbing up the other side was not so enjoyable, and my aching legs did mean that I ended up walking for significant periods. I arrived to pick up youngest from preschool sweaty and red-faced with a bit of wheeze going on.
But I did it, and that feels good. Because tackling cycling means freedom for someone who has a driving licence but no car (and I intend to keep it that way).
And where did I go to on my cycling adventure..? Why to the wool shop of course, where else!