Thursday, November 10, 2011
My next door neighbor kid stops by every once in awhile to see if I want to play. Itís kind of endearing that a 7 year old thinks itís great to play with someone north of 40. She is a delightful person. Last weekend she got a new bike & couldnít wait to show me. At about 11 oíclock Sunday afternoon there was a knock at my door. There stood Lexi with her new bike wanting for me to ride around the neighborhood with her. I had about a million things to get done & didnít really feel up to it. But, I put all of those things aside & out we went on a biking adventure. For the next two hours we rode around the neighborhood & I saw things Iíve never noticed before. We laughed & had a great time.
That afternoon took me back to when I got my first bike. It was a used purple Schwinn from the local bike shop. I rode that thing everywhere & never took notice to how far I went or how fast I rode. Sunday afternoon made me realize that sometimes I get so wrapped up into distance, speed, and calorie burn that I lose why Iím on that bike in the first place. And, it took a 7 year old to teach me... to ride like a kid.