a left-eyed girl

living in a 2 dimensional world

Over the awkward stage

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You know those people who are good at riding their bike? They seem to get on and off so effortlessly and they are so graceful pedalling around. They seem to be one with the bike, able to just use it as an extension of their body, a tool that helps them get around faster than by simply walking.

Well, I have never been one of those people. I took ballet classes as a child, but it didn’t seem to help so much with making me graceful as it did by making my hate those silly pink leotards that made me look huge next to the lithe little blonde girl I usually got stuck next to. No, I have never been quite a graceful person, and I usually have a good number of unexplained cuts and bruises to prove it.

But… I may be getting just one more step further from the awkward boor that I usually am, and the bike may be the key. In the beginning I found riding, mounting, and dismounting my bike really awkward, and I was constantly running my shins into the pedals and hurting myself. My legs looked like a warzone with all the cuts and scrapes and bruises. I blamed a lot of that on the very pointy metal pedals, or on the fact that it’s a men’s bike and has a high cross bar. But now I’ve found that maybe I actually can adjust and figure out how to be more graceful, even beyond these things.

The best part was that I didn’t even really notice this was happened. Today I hopped onto my bike and it just felt right. It felt comfortable. It felt good to get on the bike. My body knew just how to position itself when I planted my butt in the saddle, and I could effortlessly pedal off into the parking lot at work. It felt good to push down with my legs and feel the wind in my face. It felt so damned good to ride my bike.

In the beginning, not every ride was nice. There were a fair share of awkward rides, where I almost fell off trying to stop at stoplights. I even ran into a truck one day when I was trying to manoeuver between two tightly parked cars.

These days, things like that don’t happen as often (not that I run into parked cars on a regular basis). I am definitely better at manoeuvering my bike in tight spaces, and I feel more reassured that I won’t crash into still objects that just happen to in the wrong place at the wrong time (sorry).

Dennis and I are past the awkward adolescent stage, and I think we’re definitely growing into each other. That feels so good.

Written by Reese

August 24, 2009 at 8:07 pm

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  1. I used to feel that way about riding my bike, too – it was difficult to mount and dismount my road bike! I actually had to practice! I do think it’s easier for me because I’ve got the step-in (or “ladies”) frame, but it comes quite naturally.

    Congrats šŸ˜€ happy riding!


    August 25, 2009 at 12:27 am

  2. You know, even though I’m not an especially graceful person, biking like a gazelle came naturally to me.

    Now, Little Reese in a pink leotard taking ballet classes pictures… hrm.. Do I need to bribe your parents or can I just bribe Frank?


    August 25, 2009 at 8:05 am

  3. @Jeannie: Yes the practice is great and it feels so good to get better at something, ya know? Happy riding to you as well!

    @Ken: Ha… gazelles on bikes! Faster than Kenyans with their POWER LEGS? And as for ballet photos… I don’t even know where those are now!


    August 26, 2009 at 1:40 pm

  4. Next thing you’ll be on a fixed gear with toe clips doing no handed trackstands and skid stops.

    Yokota Fritz

    August 26, 2009 at 4:40 pm

  5. last wknd i almost crashed into another biker because i thought i could squeeze btwn him & the sidewalk. instead i hit the sidewalk & almost swerved into oncoming traffic, bad move on my part. doh!


    August 27, 2009 at 8:52 pm

  6. @Fritz: Ha… oh man, I dunno about that! I do want to go check out the SJFixed shop in SJ though.

    @Anna: Oh jeez… be careful, girl!


    August 31, 2009 at 10:50 am

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