When I got about five or six miles into one of my first serious grownup bike rides, I stopped and threw up. Yep, you read right, I puked, right in front of a bunch of other people riding with me. And it was flat. And I was 26. Should I admit all this?

I did the AIDS Ride later that year, from San Francisco to LA.

Keep riding, it gets easier! It's fun, too.