As I went to the Weight Watcher’s site to enter my points for today, I realized that it is November 9th. For some reason, out of nowhere, I remembered that today is Amy Legris’ birthday. She was my best friend when I was growing up, and she lived just down the street from us in Kankakee, Illinois. When we were in junior high she moved to Phoenix, Arizona and we lost touch with each other.
Appropriate that I should think of her today because I rode my new bike today, and if I remember right, my first bike was hers originally. We used to ride bikes together all the time once I learned how to ride. It was a lovely blue bike with a cool white banana seat and groovy monkey handle bars. It was quite a sweet ride.
My new bike is the first bike I’ve owned since Jason was born. (My old bike was stolen because my ex-husband didn’t think they needed to be locked up in the apartment basement in Germany. Duh.) I haven’t gone for a ride since I was in college – probably 1989. Considering I’ll be riding about 185 miles in two days in late April for the MS 150, the time to start training is now. I want to start off easy this week – 30 minute to 1 hour rides first, and then I’ll start building my endurance up.
I forgot how great it feels to ride a bike, just you and the world. The wind on your face, the breeze in your hair. The sights and the sounds as you go rolling by them. I’m really looking forward to this.
So Amy, if you should ever read this – thank you for the good times we had when we were kids. Thank you for being there when I learned to ride a bike. Thank you for all of the memories. And Happy Birthday!