Yesterday I did something I’ve been afraid to do all summer – ride my bike on the streets. Yesterday I rode my bike from house to my best friends house and then to the beach.
As you can see by my expert paint skills, the ride took forever. An hour of being scared out of my mind by cars zooming by – ok that’s not true. We spent a large chunk of that time on a bike path, but still. The ride home took more than an hour I’m sure as by the time we made it to Ave A, I was dying.
My body hurts in places that have never hurt before. I’ll be icing for days. But it was worth it. After we got out of Prospect Park, I rode home alone. I made it down Classon – a street with no bike lanes – all by myself.
Now to grow a pair when it comes to men…
p.s. Shout out to Manny and Drew who were very patient with my slow riding and constant whining (and screaming *shame face*).