Wind in my hair

It's a beautiful day.  The weather is a cool 80 degrees and the humidity is actually bearable, which is uncommon in Texas.  The birds are chirping and you can hear kids playing.  I get the bright idea to get on a bicylce; something I haven't done since I was 13 years old.  I want to feel the wind in my hair and the carefree feeling of just riding. 

I throw my leg over the bar and sit on the seat.  One foot on the peddle and I tried like a mad woman to try and put my other leg up on the other peddle.  I'm rolling down the driveway trying not to panic.  The saying "you never forget how to ride a bike" is baloney!  For 5 minutes I tried to get the bike moving.  I was so tempted to just give up. 

Finally I was able to get my chunky leg up and start to peddle.  I peddled around the track and braked every second for the fear of falling.  I was moving at a snail's pace.  I didn't enjoy the wind whipping through my hair nor was I smiling.  Honestly, I was petrified!  This 300+ pound body would NOT look or feel good if I fell on the hard concrete!  I didn't enjoy my ass feeling as though someone had kicked me repeatedly.  In only 15 minutes I was gasping for breathe, covered in sweat, and legs felt like jello.  It felt like 3 hours, not 15 minutes! 

My next plan of action?  1.  Getting a new seat so my nether region doesn't scream at me anymore.  2.  Keep it up, even if it's only 15 minutes at a time.  Eventually, maybe I will enjoy the wind in my hair.