When I first learned to ride a bike, I was terrified of turning right. I would circle round and around at the bottom of my street only making left turns. I've accepted that I might have been directly challenged and somewhat of a wuss - but at least I was finally able to teach myself to turn right and conquer my fear. However, to this day my family still makes fun of me.
So, I hadn't ridden a bike since I was probably 12. Oh wait, I take that back. When I was 18 Katelyn and I went on a 14 mile bike ride, in the middle of the summer, during a heat wave because we thought that the wind in our faces would make the heat seem less hot. We were wrong. So wrong. And my butt hurt for like 2 weeks after that. I swore I would never ride a bike again.
Well, I was 18 and stupid and didn't think that one day I would actually want to ride a bike again. You know, for fun. And for exercise. Who knew? And so, I purchased a bike. A road bike. I know those who know me are in shock at this seemingly uncharacteristic thing I just did. But yep, I am actually going to do something that requires me to work. I've turned over a new leaf.
I purchased the shoes and clips and the day I went on my first ride I woke up sick with anxiety. Having my feet fixed to my peddles was officially freaking me out. I text my dad and told him that I may or may not need him to hold the back of my bike like he did when I was 6. He declined. And this is what happened:
Yep. I totally fell. It wasn't like I was outside my house, either. I was turning on a busy road. I successfully unclipped one foot but apparently leaned to the other side and oops...Natalie's laying on the road ready to get run over. I only cried to myself when a guy pulled over and yelled, "Oh my gosh, are you ok?"
And in true Natalie fashion, I took a picture two days later to document the progress of my wound. Yes, I knew it was going to leave a mark.
Now, if it would just stop snowing so I could go out and embarrass myself again, I would appreciate it.