Wednesday, July 06, 2011
NewhorizonsR4me had just blogged about her 63 mile ride. 63 miles--- in 1/2 a day ----not a week! I wrote a congratulatory note on her page. And I told her I was in a terrible rut and she'd motivated me! I decided to tell her of my sudden goal for the next day: Ride up & down the steep, gravelly, dirt hill to my house (currently strewn w/ fallen trees from a micro-burst) which I've been afraid to ride for 14 years. It's a little over .............. one mile. (clears throat....) UPHILL... doesn't that count? Not really.) How about at 8,600' above sea level? (is that as good as 63 miles? uh, nooooooo!) It was a wimpy goal and I was a wimpy person.
So I choked. What if I couldn't do it after I'd told her I was going to? I'd beat myself up the rest of my life. I'd have to quit SP. I wouldn't ever be able to boot up my computer again! Heck, I'd have to leave Colorado in the dark of night. She'd ridden 63 miles! So I deleted the comment telling her of my wimpy goal. You see, I'm afraid to set goals for fear of failing. I don't feel like I've failed a goal; I feel like I've failed LIFE. Just shoot me.
But secretly...I was going to do it. The next morning....well...the stalling began. After all, it would be my first ride since April 28th in CA. It snowed here June 20 for cryin' out loud...and trees are falling over everywhere! And there's a gigantic bull moose in the woods ..we saw his tracks yesterday. And DH fell on this road last week & probably has 1 or more fractured rib(s). So I loaded my bike in the car to go somewhere "civilized" for my first ride. Rode until I'd gone (drum roll, please) 11 miles (woweee-- almost 63 miles, right? noooooo....) Dirt road w/ some good inclines & GIANT mosquitoes (that counts, doesn't it? nooooooo....)
Loaded the bike back in the car to head home shouting, "Wimp, wimp, wimp!" Got to the bottom of THE HILL which goes UP to my house. Realized I had swallowed every drop of water. No one can ride up THAT hill without water, especially Wimps. (notice I'm now a Proper Noun, not a c-o-m-m-o-n noun.)
Stopped The Wimp Car (also a Proper Noun). Took the bike out of the trunk, locked the car (to slow the bear's entry into the car). Headed UP. Shoot...it wasn't THAT tough. A little dicey trying to restart uphill in loose gravel....but only had to do that a couple times. Next time, maybe I'll be strong enough to only have to re-start once...
Excitement engulfed me! DH raised his eyebrows in surprise. And I had enough adrenalin to Zumba with the high school girls that night. (what difference does 4+ decades make? I mean, really?) Thanks, NewHorizons! You are so inspiring!
PS: I was re-reading this...and above the computer monitor, 8' directly in front of me, there was a bear's face touching the window. (Last year a bear ransacked our kitchen & knocked the bedroom dresser over while we were gone....so I'm a little freaked out about bears). It's 9 pm (any bears that come usually show up around 1-2 am & we see the motion light go on...it's not really dark enough..& I didn't see it tonight) I yelled "bear" to dh downstairs. Bear turned, I unlocked the door, went out on the deck where he'd just left, yelled & stomped my feet. He ran across the road, crawled through the fence, up the mtn, leaving little puffs of dust behind his paws. I think I'll put my heart rate monitor on and see what % the heart's beating. Can I count this pounding heart as calorie burn? Is it OK to have a little dark chocolate now?