Last year when we were here in Aruba, my wife would not let me bike, crazy drivers, narrow roads and not knowing where you are were her reasons. This year (we are here for 9 weeks), our Dutch neighbors invited me to bike with them. She said that's great, they know the island and bike all the time.
Well, they use mountain bikes and bike through the National Park which is near where we staying. So I rented a mountain bike and this evening off we went. I was totally humiliated. They stopped and waited for me several times. Twice I walked up hills! My heart was pounding, legs felt like rubber, and I felt like vomiting. At the end of this gruelling, hilly, muddy ride, we had done a grand total of 8.3 miles!! For those of you familiar with the island, it was in the Arikok National Park, full of rough, windy terrain.
I will only say that I normally ride a road bike on paved roads, I have never really ridden a mountain bike, nor have I ever biked through such rough terrain. That said, I have not biked since last October, have fallen into a Ben and Jerry frenzy, along with beer, pizza and other bad habits. Still, I hope this was a wake up call to get back in some sort of shape. Not making excuses, just need to confess the results of my slacking off.