By now, my readers have surely forgotten about my ideas to learn to ride a bike. No? Well, I have. Busy sorting out all the crap in my life, this got to the very bottom of my list of priorities. The start of the rainy season didn’t help either, as I cowardly only agree to have lessons in the local park, to make sure I fall over on the soft grass. Which, sure enough, didn’t stop me from becoming black-purple all over from the waste down!
Yes, I had happily forgotten about all this palava. Until lunchtime today when I sat on the exercise bike at the gym. Now, that’s my ‘me’ time. No one wants a piece of me there. It’s just me and my headphones. And my thoughts get to run wild wherever they please. Which, today, was a dream I must have had last night – conveniently pushed towards the darkest back of my overloaded mind.
I was riding a bike. Ever so slowly and steadily – as I never will learn to in real life. As that’s one thing I did learn: the slower you go, the more difficult it is to keep balance. And still I did, very confidently. Nicely done.
That was all the dream was about. Must have been over within less than a second. But it decided to flash through my head today – to remind me of my crazy attempts to ride the bloody thing. As it stands now, I’ve happily given up on this enterprise. Or at least until next spring… summer… decade: whenever I pluck up courage to do it and man up.
Until then, wish me luck with my surgery next week. This is my perfect excuse to get away with being a coward.
I’ll let you know when I decide to sit of the bike again, as will need your encouragement. Amen.