I thought it would be a fun idea to ride our bikes to the parent's ice skating meeting 6.4 miles away with an airport, and two lakes in the direct path. (Oh yeah, did I mention that I've only ridden my bike 5 times in the last 3 years.) To make it even more challenging, we left late so had to push hard during the ride.
Holly Shit! Yep. I said it. AND I also completed the ride! I rode my bike and made it to the meeting (without even hyperventilating).
To admit another truth, I did have a breakdown, nearly threw my bike and almost cried. I couldn't go another rotation. My lungs hurt, I pinched a nerve and my hand was numb, we still had nearly a mile to go... I. Just. Couldn't. Go. On.
But I did. I did go on. I sat for a few minutes, I laid down and just let my body catch up with me. Then, I pulled myself up, got back on the bike and took off again.
The rest of the ride was so much easier. I wasn't fighting myself and my situation; all my energy was going to the bike. I allowed myself a rest, but didn't give into quiting. I even "I Spied" a cut through that saved us 1/2 a mile!!!
So, what are you pushing yourself to do? What is it that you're powering your way through? What if you allowed yourself a regrouping brake? What if you allowed yourself just a tiny moment to catch up? You might be surprised with what comes out of it.
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