Wednesday, September 18, 2013
While slowly taking on a hill, a cyclist stormed up behind me and then proceeded to pass me and my efforts as if I was standing still. There I was riding an excellent bike, wearing all the correct clothes, pedaling as hard as I could and whoosh; without even knowing the guy, the wind left my sails.
Did I belong out there? Slow... Could I really tell people that I love to ride after being pants so effortlessly? The guy wasn't even breathing hard.... Part of me felt like hanging up the fancy clip in shoes right then and there. Was I a fraud? Thankfully I was several miles from home to think about bike riding and the only person it should matter to, me.
The bike. She is a beauty and picked not for her sleekness but for her gentleness on my knees. She is a joy to pedal. I do love her, even though, right now, that knee twinges. No fault of the bike as I probably worked out too hard last night.
The clothes. Really would I wear such clothes if not functional? Tights or shorts? Shirt with back pockets for holding phone, shoes covers, etc... No. The clothes are required for functionality, comfort and warmth. I am looking forward to long fall rides.
A fraud? No. Just an old lady refusing to quit.