
Originally Posted by
Tuckervill
*I felt uncomfortable being so visible to my neighbors doing something new. In other words, performance anxiety. (Or in my case, I didn't want to confirm to my neighbors that I am, in fact, the neighborhood goofball, just by doing one more thing out of the ordinary.)
*I wasn't sure about the bike, was afraid of falling, wasn't sure I was doing it right, was afraid I wouldn't watch for traffic or someone in a car would hit me.
*I had in my head that riding was "hard". That my body couldn't do it after so much time being lazy.
The part about thinking it was "hard" was illustrated very nicely for me yesterday. I had some errands to do around town, pay the dentist bill, for instance. So on my town ride I stopped in the dentist's office with my gear on and all that. Of course, I'm quite a spectacle in this small Southern town...fat lady with bifocals and bike helmet perched on her head, funny- looking fingerless gloves, and sweating a lot. The ladies at the dentist's office made comments..."So you're riding a bike today?" "yep, just running errands...and 12 more miles to go."
"TWELVE MORE MILES!?" they said in unison.
Now around this forum 12 miles is nothing. But to the general public--that's a long way even in a car at $3/gallon. Non-riders, they don't get it. They think it's like walking. It's not "hard". It's easy. Even if you stop moving your legs, you still have a breeze in your face. Karen