So, when our new neighbors proposed that we all take a bike ride down to the river--and generously loaned Ryan & I bikes to boot--we accepted, everyone in the family except me with excitement. Me? I was scared to death!
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.
Thankfully, we made it down to the river, where we found a nice shallowish place for the kids to play. The current was a little strong, so they couldn't really experience the joys of the river--but the kids did have fun floating downstream to Ryan, where I pulled them on shore. ;-) And Ryan had fun with our neighbor, Landon, on the rope swing, although neither one of them was brave enough to do a back flip. I didn't get very wet--I was positive that the sore bum I already had would be worse if I was also dealing with a wet suit!
I am proud of myself, though, for getting back on a bike and taking a risk. It was worth it!
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