I just started biking around the neighborhood earlier this week. It's hilly - which is good and bad. Half the time I feel like I'm cheating because I'm coasting downhill and the other half of the time I think I'm going to pass out from pushing myself uphill. I have to make little goals for myself...make it to the next parked car...make it to the next tree...make it to the next corner...
In the midst of that I worry. I worry I'm going to fall off; I worry I'm going to get a flat tire; I'm worried I'm going to hit a pothole or get stuck in a rut in the street and seriously crash. I can't take my hands off the handle bars. I have no idea how people grab a water bottle and take a long drink of water without having an accident. Maybe, someday, I'll get there.
I ended up having to walk about 4/10ths of a mile out of my 2.12 mile ride. I was going up a hill that lasted two blocks and could only make it about 3/4 of the first block. So, I walked to the corner of the big hill. Then, I was near a little shopping district and wasn't going to attempt getting on my bike in front of all those people. Then, I made it to the next corner and a man was with his daughter walking their two dogs. So, I had to let them pass before I was willing to brave getting back on my bike.
The last half mile didn't seem to be that hard - probably because most of it was downhill.
I just have to keep telling myself it will get easier and then I'll be able to go further and make it harder, again. Then, easier, harder, easier, harder, easier...Race Day!
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