Monday, March 28, 2011
31 Miles in Three Days: A Successful Failure
My son, Cuppa Joe, is not really new to cycling, but does not ride much. He moved up to his older brother's bigger bike last summer, which felt a little intimidating to him at the time. Saturday's ride started a bit bumpy for Joe, when he fell about one mile from the house. Lots of grease on the leg and a decent bloody cut on the ankle was the result. After some venting on his part and coaching on my part, he got back on the bike...and fell again 15 feet later.
This 9-year old had two bike falls within the first 10 minutes of our ride and he still kept going. Love that kid.
I won't lie to you...he wasn't all guts and glory as he picked himself up after each fall. There was blood, sweat and tears and he knew that home was very close. But he was willing to ride away from the comfort of home, in order to push himself to what new experience might be ahead.
After many miles later, he actually fell one more time, skinning his knee. No tears this time. By now, he knew that he would achieve a personal distance record of 12 miles and that he had already achieved a lot more than playing it safe at home.
As for my goal, it was only 12 bike miles, but a major win in terms of spending time with the family and I will give myself bonus points for getting the family out on the bikes.
Sunday was already a busy day for my other son, wife and daughter. So, Cuppa Joe and I played basketball for about an hour, played on the playground equipment and got some frozen yogurt. Good times, but no mileage. Prior commitments and church occupied much of the rest of the day.
So, I chose to not to complete my own goal. That's not something I would have done 6 months ago, but it seemed the right decision for me this weekend.
Today is Monday...back to my new weekly goal of steady exercise.