My first ride on my Bike

I took Will out for our first official bike ride this morning. After Steve repaired my tire, we took a small cruise in front of the house just to make sure everything was okay. It wasn't; but Steve fixed it.

Will and I also decided he did not like riding his own bike and preferred to be in an old bike trailer we have. So we dug it out and got it ready to go last night as well.

This morning, I anxiously waited for Will to wake up. As soon as he did I dressed us both in loose comfortable clothing. Found us glasses -- well, him glasses (I couldn't find mine). I got us both bottles of water and kleenex. Loaded up Will, his gun, and his jacket in the trailer and noticed that one of my tires was out of air.

Since I had filled it up last night, and noticed the missing stem cover . . . I figured it was teh same thing. So I went back into the house and opened the garage doors, plugged in the air compressor, and filled up the tire. With Will patiently waiting on me.

Then I had to go back into house and close the garage doors. I peeked for any sunglasses on the way through the house; no luck. Locked up the house and we headed off.

I thought I had a pretty good idea of how bad out of shape I was. There is a 3-mile circle near my house that I always use to bike until I could build up stamina for longer rides. Now, my neighboorhood is solid rolling hills. There is no flat land; you are either going up a hill or coming down one. I honestly expected to have to stop 8-10 times before I made it the 3 miles. I didn't care how long it took. We had water, it was a beutiful day, and I was GOING to do this.

We finally got started off and it was WAY harder than I expected. I'm sure it was a combination of pulling a 46 pound boy in a trailer, a much cheaper bike than I'm use to riding, and my being grossly out of shape. But it was tough. I was only managing 2 to 3 blocks before I had to stop to catch my breath. Will was fine, he was having fun.

I made it about 1/2 a mile when I heard a funny noise and stopped my bike; looking down I realized my tire had gone flat again. Today, it seemsed sort of like a gift from God as opposed to just another wrong turn in my convualuted life. I got to quit early. I walked the bike the rest of the way home talking to Will and enjoying the morning.

I'm actually okay with my first venture. I did get about an hours worth of exercise, some fresh air, and some "fun" time spent with Will. Not a bad start; just not the one I hoped for.