On Sunday I decided to take Dolly,my road bike, out for a spin. Mind you, I’ve only ridden her out on the road three times now. The first time to test drive without the clips and the second and third time to test drive with the clips. Obviously test ride number two was not good since I fell over immediately and boo hoo’d. The third time went well and I had no whammies. This brings us to Sunday.
I took Dolly out to actually get a ride in and fortunately, I live close enough to a 7 mile paved trail loop. I went alone cause I still feel pretty nervous having others watch me clumsily clip in and out. I have realized that I can clip in and get going without much ado.
I started my ride all by my lonesome when an older gentleman rode up next to me. He pointed out my shorts said “Her Sports, huh.” I told him they were from a friend at Women’s Running Magazine. He then pointed out my shirt. “Ironman Florida, huh.” I told him they were from the Ironman tent sale for five bucks and I’d never done an Ironman. Apparently this was all he needed to become my best friend and de facto riding coach.
He was a really nice guy and we rode along at my snail’s pace and discussed running, riding, and tris. I would guess him to be about 50 or so. He knew a lot and gave me a few pointers. One of which was to keep my foot flat. He said he knew a lot of women riders have a tendency to point their toe. He thinks because of high heels, I think it’s just because of how we carry ourselves. Toe pointing is pretty!
I think he was happy to have company since he was pretty chatty. Our conversation covered a lot about being a FNG (effin’ new guy) and the one thing he said that stuck out to me was, “Anything worth doing, is worth doing good. But, also, anything worth doing is worth doing bad.” What? Is this some sort of Ricky Bobby crazy talk? Not really. Upon explanation this made a lot of sense.
When I started running, I stunk. I was out of gas about a half mile in and I never thought I’d get to five miles, let alone ten. I was pretty slow, out of breath, and wearing cotton. In other words, I was bad. But I knew I wanted to be good. And relatively speaking, I’ve gotten good. I’m no Kara Goucher, but I’m happy with my running now. And when I started, I was definitely bad. Thus, when you start something that you consider worth doing you aren’t going to be “good” initially but you keep at it. “Anything worth doing good is worth doing bad.” Make sense?
This is how I’m going to approach my cycling. Currently, I’m bad. Ok, I’m really bad. (I fell again on my final stop trying to unclip. I wasn’t hurt and this time I laughed!) But I’m going to keep at it and step out of my comfort zone. Sure, I’ll get passed and probably fall over again in the clips but hopefully someday I’ll be good. Or at least good enough for me.