Confession - I am Not a Hardcore Cyclist and I Whine A Lot

3:17 PM

My husband is a what I would consider a hardcore cyclist. Me, not so much. I am more of a multimodal transportationist (ha not a word, but I'sticking with it). Don't get me wrong, I love our biking lifestyle, but I like things simple and somewhat easy. At times I am downright lazy about biking. Not having a car has forced me to be more active and I love that, but walking to the bus or train is just as good a way of being active, in my mind, as riding my bike. Of course I can go further on a bike than walking. Of course that would give me more exercise. Again though, I am not hardcore. I don't find the glory in an adventure to Red Bank like my husband does. My husband loves mountain biking and before we had kids would take his downhill bike and ride down mountains that people ski on in the winter. He would take long bike trips through multiple states with his uncle. I stayed home.

Why do I bring this up? Well, this past Sunday Brian wanted to ride to Red Bank, which is a few towns away. The route we would have had to take was about 13 miles each way, so a total of 26 miles. Sunday is also Brian's only day of the week off. Let's just say my plan for Sunday was not riding 26 miles, even if doughnuts were at the destination. I gladly would have taken the train instead. We debated. I whined. I really did not want to do it, and I can sit here and list the myriad of excuses, but it comes down to I didn't fucking want to do it! At least not riding a bike. I'm sure I would have felt amazing for doing it, and proud of myself too. I just couldn't do it, and I was mad at him for even suggesting it because my defiance just proves how lazy I am. (That's how I felt about it anyway).

Another thing, since biking has become such a big part of our lives, I am afraid. Yes, afraid! Afraid of the drivers here in NJ. Afraid of the roads not built for cyclists at all. I am afraid to drive too. Now that I have seen the road from a cycling point of view, it scares me to get into a big hunk of metal at times. I know I need to get over this. Slowly I am getting over it. I know we will ride to Red Bank one day. I am just not ready yet. Maybe when we are not racing the sun back home, and don't need so many layers of clothing and coats. I know the grass isn't greener in other places, but NJ is really bumming me out lately. Especially as a cyclist.

So, there you have it! I am not a hardcore cyclist, and don't think I ever will be. I long to live somewhere else that is more bike friendly, not perfect, just a little better than here. I long for more to be easily accessible by bike, and things to not be so spread out and out of the way. I don't need to ride crazy distances in one day to feel I have done enough, but one day I know I will ride greater distances. I'm just comfortable being where I am right now. I'm getting there. It's just a slower process for me.

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  1. Oooh, I hear you. I have days when I am SO hardcore, and then, not a day later, I feel like nobody should ever have to depend on riding a bike because WHINE! I am so grateful for our (mostly) excellent transit, and sometimes even for a car share. Because the mental work of being excited enough for a whole family is HARD. And not always fun.

  2. Don't feel bad. I am regularly nervous to drive and run around here. With my commute to Trenton each day from Red Bank I feel like I'm seriously chancing my life. Nevermind trying to run around here - Saturday morning reminded me why I need to find routes that are exclusively sidewalked. This probably doesn't make you feel much better, but know you aren't alone in those fears!

  3. Fuck being perfect. Fuck being bike friendly (although bike friendly ladies will say "high")

    Get yourself an awesome saddle that fits your woman parts. It's not hard, you just have to make the bike shop folks measure your delicate undercarriage.

    This will double your mileage. I promise.