Evening all -
As the night is winding down, I'm sitting here reading the Clyde forum and looking at the various posts about people's progress, their triumphs and the often the jubilation that goes with them, and it got me to thinking about mine and my fiancee's own progress.
We've been riding the same five mile loop for the past couple weeks, her on her new Trek, me on my Targetbike (which has developed something of an unsettling creak while I'm pedaling), and every time we make it to our turnaround point and think we want to go farther, we back out. Last time, her legs weren't feeling "right", the past few I'm not sure what, but we just never continued past the point that we usually head back.
But instead of getting discouraged that we're not going farther down the road than we've gone before, I think back to just a few weeks ago. My recent obsession with cycling has kind of been lurking in the back of my mind for years now and just never manifested itself into something to act upon. I've always wanted a bike and to ride, just never enough to go out and do it. My fiancee used to ride her bike everywhere just a few years ago, but circumstances took her away from her bike and she hasn't been on again until we started earlier this month.
Just getting on the bikes was enormous progress in and of itself, and from there taking them off the local sidewalk and down to the bike paths at the Metroparks was another milestone. Then a thought struck me about the nature of progress itself- the attitude shift went almost completely unnoticed until I thought back on it. Just a month ago I was thinking about uses for left over financial aid money from school. I wanted a new computer. Now I want a new bike. I'd much rather spend the money on a bike, and as an extension on me than a device that does for me nothing more than allowing me to play some games at a higher resolution. And I thought to myself - "now that's real progress."
My fiancee had something of the same epiphany. After our first ride in the Metroparks on her old bike and being flat out ready to give up 3/4ths of the way through the ride, I gave her my own bike to ride and she had a complete attitude shift. She was energized, excited and genuinely interested in riding more often and for longer than ever. That was real progress.
I guess the whole point of this is just wanting to share a few thoughts of mine, and hopefully to provide a little extra support for my fellows out there searching for some inspiration. Just remember that progress is not always measured in miles ridden, or pounds lost... it's about the journey of beginnings. From that first inspiration to get you on a bike, or out walking, or eating healthier, to the realization that this "me" is (outside of certain religious beliefs) the only shot we get at it, and that it's up to us as individuals to make the best of it that we can.
Enough of my babble - have a great evening everyone!