"Be faithful in small things because it is in them that your strength lies." - Mother Teresa
Riding bike used to be one of my favorite exercises and pasttimes. When I lived on Clearwater beach many years ago, a pedal bike was my only form of transportation, and I loved it. One doesn't need a car if you never leave the beach.
Since I became ill, I have not had the privilige of riding a bike, in any form. Years ago, my father bought me a recumbant exercise bike in hopes that I would use it to make my legs strong again. I used it, but I was unable to push it with my legs for longer than about 10 seconds, so I would put my hands on my knees and push with my arms, and that is how I would get my cardiovascular exercise, and as close as I came to actually riding a bike.
I still have that recumbant exercise bike, and yesterday I got on it and rode with just my legs for five minutes. Yup, FIVE minutes using just my legs. It wasn't easy, but I did it. I did it and it felt great. The last minute felt to me like what the last mile of a marathon must feel like to a runner, but I did it!
So, today I couldn't wait to get back on it, and I did, and rode for five minutes and thirty seconds. This time it was a little bit easier than before, and I was able to concentrate more and get my legs to move properly, and a little faster. I rode my five minutes, got off and did some housework, and was so addicted had to get back on about an hour later. I got back on, closed my eyes, and rode. I rode for six minutes and 30 seconds. I closed my eyes at one point and for a second I could remember what it felt like to ride a real bike. And then I pictured myself running, and tears came uncontrollably rolling from my eyes.