Thanks to my sister Kari (for the bike--a bike that really deserves a much more accomplished rider than myself), and
thanks to e-bay (for the two-seater Burley bike trailer), and
thanks to the YMCA (for 6 months of spinning--stationary bike--classes)
I actually took Lisa and Gabe for a bike ride this evening!
I was so very prepared. I was in shape. I was riding the world's lightest most effortless bike. I had a trailer that glides like a skate on ice. So why was it so much work?! Lisa's comments along the way really summed it all up.
"Mama, we'd go faster if you would pedal." (She didn't understand how badly I NEEDED to coast.)
"Mama, when I look at your shadow it looks like you're going backwards."
As I down shift--"Oh no, we're going up a hill again, aren't we?"
When I finally had to get off the bike and walk it up the last 30 yards of a hill--"Why are you walking?" Me--Because I'm too tired. Lisa--"What happens if you get too tired of walking?"
The only thing more demoralizing than Lisa's insightful comments was the spedometer-with-an-attitude. It pretty much told me that if I was biking in the Olympics against world class runners I would not even be in contention for a medal. I checked it while moving up the last grueling hill and it read "0.0 mph".