For Christmas last year I received an amazing surprise Christmas present of a bicycle. I was completely overwhelmed and a few tears were shed! I was not expecting it at all. Our garage is now empty so it is once again accessible. Winston and I have been out a few times this week and I can certainly feel it in my legs. I never realised how hilly my area was until I started cycling (which sadly meant I had to swap the bike I received for one with more gears).
It is such a good work out and cycling uphill means you get to come down – which is THE BEST feeling ever! I love bombing along as it reminds me of long summers spent with my cousins. I was hoping W would enjoy it more but he hates his helmet and is always averse to being strapped in. I’m hoping the more I take him out, the more he’ll love it, which somehow makes sense to me! He falls to sleep on the back surprisingly – he must like the rhythmic bumping along.
It has taken a while for me take him out again as when he was younger we had a disastrous bike ride. It involved an over tired child, an ambitious 8 mile ride, getting him to sleep on a grass verge, lots of screaming and me getting completely distressed. It was definitely the worst outing ever! In my head it was going to be a peaceful picnic but it could not have been further from peaceful. It’s not the first time outings haven’t gone to plan…but the spontaneity certainly keeps me on my toes and has taught me to slow down a bit.