My husband purchased a bike last week from Amazon. He’s been an avid spin class participant for about 7 years now — he takes 4 or 5 classes a week. Obviously he can’t go to spin right now and he’s been missing the exercise. So he bought himself an inexpensive bike (he actually used credit card points and paid nothing for it!) and a Bluetooth helmet. Everything arrived on Wednesday, and he spent Thursday putting the bike together.
It rained all day here on Friday, so today was his inaugural ride on the new bicycle. Now at 43-years-old, he doesn’t think he’s been on a bike since he got his driver’s license at 16. He was a little nervous about the whole thing — we kept making jokes about how doing something we used to do is “like getting on a bike”. Haha – we are just so witty.
So he gets on the bike and I watch him pedal down our street and make a right onto the main street. I went back to reading my book and in about 5 minutes he comes walking back in the back door. That can’t be good. But I guess the tires needed a little more air, so he filled up, made a few adjustments and rode away again.
He was gone around an hour and a half! Sweaty, the back of his bright yellow sweatshirt covered in dirty spray from the rear tire, he looked pretty happy! If you knew my husband, smiling from pure joy isn’t usually his thing, he’s definitely a reserved kind of guy. Look — we can go back and relive moments and skills from our past. Maybe we just all needed a pandemic to remind us.
Notes from a Self Quarantine 