Do you remember when you first learned how to ride a bike?
For most of us it brings back fond memories of times we shared with our parents. I personally loved it when we rode to the shoreline near home or when we took them on camping trips. It seems like we spent half the day riding the loops. The independence and the chance to escape was exhilarating.
Most of us started with training wheels and yet the goal was to become stable and confident enough to take the training wheels away. The battle meant moments of excitement, along with both frustration and fear. And you also had to trust two people, the person running behind you holding the seat, and the person holding onto the handle bars.
Over time the distant hoorays and cheers were the realization that no one was holding the seat. And as excited as you might be, you still had to hold on, and you still had to keep pedaling. Accomplishment, pride and the sense of feeling grown up crosses my mind.
In my family, riding a bike meant other things too. In one way, it was a rite of passage, meaning I could ride to school like the big kids, or around the neighborhood to a friend’s house.
But there is more to riding a bike than balance, and pedaling, right?
You have to pay attention, be aware of your surroundings, understand road rules and safety. There are times you will have to get back up, and try again. There will be times you walk your bike up the hard hills, and there will be times to brake on the downhills.
Practice doesn’t make perfect. Practice makes progress.
You will fall. And you will also learn how to get better, stronger and more confident..
Remember, the difference between ordinary and extraordinary is practice.
So don’t look behind you. Your journey is up ahead, on this rode call life.
Wind Kisses, Donna
How about you? Did you begin with training wheels, or on a pedal-less bike? Did you have a favorite place to ride? Do you still ride?
Inspired by: Frank Jansen, at Dutch Goes the Photo