One of the great things about our new neighborhood is that you can walk everywhere--or ride bikes. Our kiddos love to ride bikes, but, even though I actually won a bike in a Mother's Day contest at Sears (before I was a Mom!), I never rode it. In fact, I haven't ridden since I was a kid, when Tim, Laura, and I used to take turns racing up and down the road on the one bike we all shared.
The bike I borrowed was an old men's bike, modified to suit my neighbor, Holley. Unlike the kids' bikes, my feet did not reach the ground when I sat on the seat, which freaked me out even more. It took me a few tries (and Ryan holding on to the bike for me!) just to get on and get going. Stopping was another dramatic event--one that usually ended with me jumping on one foot away from the bike to avoid a major crash.
At dusk, we set off back home. I was much more confident this time and even got off the bike (mine is the green one--Ryan is holding Megan's bike in this pic, and the little ones--Luke, Jack, and Josyan rode on the Big Dummy with Landon) without falling down at the end of the ride. After 3+ miles round trip, I felt much more at ease on the bike, though today I am finding sitting down anywhere a tad difficult. I have some bruises that I hope will go away soon! :-)
I am proud of myself, though, for getting back on a bike and taking a risk. It was worth it!