I was talking to a classmate yesterday - the guy who's wanting to get on the bicycle commuter bandwagon.
"So", I queried, "Ya ridin' yet?"
"Nah", he chagrined. "I'm fat and scared".
So we laughed a little, but truth be told, I admitted to being scared too. Not so much scared about riding a bike, but just thinking about all that can go wrong when you've got a schedule to meet.
We worry about getting a flat or having some other malfunction. We worry about the weather taking a turn for the worse. We worry about unexpected bad road conditions. We worry about people that just don't like people on bicycles, for whatever reason (they're out there). We worry about things that will keep us from getting where we need to be when we need to be there.
I know what he's thinking about. It was scary to do at first. To come out of the comfort zone. I assured him I was scared too, in fact, I still get scared. But then I get on a bicycle and go to class and then I wonder what I was so scared of.
Today was a nice-ish day, so I dusted off the helmet cam and took Alice to school. Here's the 7.5 -mile commute in four minutes to save the world.
Or to save the fat and scared...