As part of my efforts to get in better shape, I rode my bike to work today. It's about two miles each way, which isn't so bad, except why the HELL did I have to pick an apartment at the top of a hill?
Let's just say that I'm not good at negotiating the inclines as of yet. And don't even tell me to stand up on the bike. See that sweaty girl panting heavily and walking her bike up the hill? That's me, looking silly as all hell.
And seriously, these bike helmets? Not cute.
Thankfully, the area in which I live is bike friendly, although one driver did honk his/her horn at me on the way home today. Maybe he/she was mocking me and my badonkadonk; maybe he/she was signaling to me that he/she was there; or maybe he/she was flirting with me (this is Oakland, after all). All I have to say was that I was too tired to muster a reaction, which I guess is a good thing.
Thank Jah, I managed to get home safely, and now my right arm is twitching (wtf?). The experience was both frightening and exhilarating - kind of like how I felt the first (and only) time I went skiing. I've put off riding my bike to work before because a) my old neighborhood was also situated on a hill, b) I wasn't motivated, and c) I'm deathly afraid of riding my bike in the street.
But for some reason, today I was just UNafraid enough to give it a shot. We'll see how I feel the same way tomorrow morning, but I have to admit, I'm feeling quite accomplished today. Yay me.