Tuesday, January 01, 2013
Happy new Year to all!
Do you have all your resolutions in place?
I am just making one resolution. Surely I can keep one?
Time will tell. It involves hard work and promises to improve my health.
Santa Claus is sort of forcing me into a new New Year's resolution. Well, not forcing, but he sure chose it for me.
Santa Claus brought me a shiny red bicycle!
In all fairness and honesty, I have only ridden a bicycle once in the past 38 years. I rode on a bicycle built for two on the island of Jost Van Dyke.
But as a child I did ride a bike from age 5 to 14. At 14, my wonderful 10 speed bike, that I spent two and half years housekeeping and babysitting for the neighbors so that I could save up for it... vanished. I never went back to bicycle riding as my life took an abrupt turn at the same time.
So I am not totally clueless, just completely out of bicycle shape. The last 3 years my health has been a wild roller coaster ride, sometimes an uphill struggle. I am so grateful to wake up alive, now I am going to ride a bicycle several times a day?
Angels, friends, fans and framily went out of their way to surprise me with Christmas gifts of cash and gift certificates. I decided I should save them for improving my health or RV emergencies.
So I did nothing with them. Christmas came and went.
My visiting friend, a bicycle enthusiast, began pushing me to get a bicycle. I made up excuses, like I am old, scarred, battered, banged up, out of shape and suffering from a rare incurable disease.
"Exactly." he said. "You need a bicycle. "
"And it would be good for me..." I chimed in (while rolling my eyes.) "But I am going to need several boxes of band aids and a basket for my puppy to ride in...
Harley dog even got cash for Christmas. Can you believe it? He also hauled in toys, a hand knitted sweater, food and treats like he was Santa Claw's best friend. How does he do it? Of course his birthday is Christmas Eve, but still, he amazes me. Apparently he has more friends than I do.
Isn't that a hoot?
So Harley bought a basket for the bicycle. He loves riding in it. It makes him look like a big fast dog! He gets to look down his tiny furry nose at much larger dogs as we fly through the campground.
Note... "Fly" is used very loosely here.
I warn pedestrians "Watch out! We are new at this!" As we wobble and cruise by at a good clip of 2 miles per hour...
So far lots of folks laugh. I guess I am quite a site as I learn to ride a bike again.
As for me *puff puff puff* I am *ouch* *ouch* *ouch* out of breath "oh* *owie* *oh* and my thighs *ugh* *grrrrrrr* are on fire.
I haven't gone far at all. Just little circles. A half mile *puff* *gasp* on more or less a level dirt road *gasp*.
I think I am half dead. But by golly, I am riding that bicycle every day so far.
And it is pure torture...