One year ago today, I hopped on my brand-new hybrid and gave it a test ride to make sure it was going to be ok. I had bought the bike a week earlier, but it was raining and I couldn’t test ride it then. The salesman at the bike shop said I could return it after a few weeks if I didn’t like it, so I felt somewhat safe in my purchase.
I didn’t have cycling shorts, gloves, or shoes. I didn’t have a computer or heart rate monitor. I had gym shorts, a t-shirt, and some sneakers. My one nod to cycling “fashion” was my helmet. I planned to ride to the county dump and back – a whopping 11 mile distance that my wife thought was a tad too far for my first effort. I assured her that I used to ride 2-3 times farther when I cycled in the 90s, and I was off.
Four miles later, I had a splitting headache and my wife was looking very smart. My pride wouldn’t let me turn back early and I finished my ride with an average speed of 12 mph. Upon my return, I grabbed a tall glass of water, walked to the back deck of my house, and collapsed on some lawn furniture. Clearly, I had some work to do.
The rest (as they say) was history, much of it chronicled in this space. It was a really good first year!