Yesterday, I was on a bicycle for the first time in over 6 years. And it’s true what they say, you never forget.
Since April 23, when our temporary drivers licenses expired, David and I have been on foot. He tuned up the old bike we bought for Dayne (his son) when we lived in Grande Prairie, and began to ride to downtown Stavanger to catch the company bus to work at 6:20 am ( that’s catching the bus, not leaving the house). I have continued to walk everywhere, including to the nearest train station almost a mile (1.5 km) when I was going into Stavanger. Last Monday, I walked over 8 1/2 miles – and I was tired.
David bought a new bike, and we picked it up on the weekend. May 1st was a holiday here, and David tested it out by riding over halfway to work. The rest of this week, he has made the whole trip there and back – about 17 km one way – and the first hill is a “killer”.
And yesterday, I took the plunge. My knees are fine and my legs aren’t stiff after it, so it is doable. I need to buy a new helmet, as the buckle is broken on my old one, and a larger backpack so I can do some shopping.
If we are both riding, we can explore a bit farther away on the weekends.
I guess this is a bit like making lemonade with the lemons life throws your way.