In my last post, I touched on wooing mountains by writing them love letters in order to bring on spring. Let me tell you this; The heart is a fickle ally.
I swallowed a buttload of fear & decided to try fat biking. Yesterday, I went down to my local bike shop, picked up a fat bike & took her out for her maiden voyage in Bragg Creek.
Today is the happiest I have felt since September.
I hit a tree and kept riding. I rode until I couldn’t even climb the smallest inclines. (2 hours) I hit another tree, hugged a few more, almost slid backwards down this enormous hill while hike-a-biking. It was awful. I had to get help as I got stuck maybe half way up. The good thing is, I hopped back on & kept going.
I stopped to take pretty pictures of my bike. I stopped to giggle with snowshoers, hikers, cross country skiers & even shared a few chuckles with another group of fat bikers.
I even stopped to do intentionally bad yoga poses with my bike.
My face legitimately hurts from smiling so much. I’ve been home for hours and my face hurts. I forgot I had muscles in my butt, my legs, and my face. Even my eyes are tired from smiling.
I had forgotten what it felt like to be happy.
I forgot what it was like to have fun.
I forgot what joy was.
Now that I’ve glimpsed it again…. I don’t want to let it go. My heart is smiling, glittering and letting off teeny tiny cloud hearts just because I rode my bike.
Of all the things I needed to let go in the last year, I am so happy this is one day I think I can say I can hold on to for years to come: March 12, 2017.
Anyone thinking of trying fat biking: do it! It is the most fun riding a bike since being a little kid!
Oh and “Hey Spring….. I’ll catch up with you later.” mwah