Right after I wrote that End of Summer post where I was lamenting about the lack of outdoor activities that occurred, my boyfriend agreed to go on a nice long bike ride with me along the erie canal. I was pretty much in heaven. The scenery was great, the terrain was great, and I was just happy as could be riding past people walking or other bikers. The weather was perfect. It was around 70 degrees and there was a slight breeze. There were a few clouds here and there, but the sun wasn't shy about poking through. Both the fresh air and pushing my body to work a little harder felt wonderful.
I love riding my bike, but I haven't really done it much. I am fairly skittish about riding on the road with cars whizzing past. I also had a fairly bad accidient when I was a young teenager that made me afraid to ride a bike again for many, many years. I wasn't badly hurt, only minor scrapes and bruises, but it was enough to keep my naturally timid self from really wanting to ride again until a few years ago.
I am still not the best, fastest, or most confident bike rider, but I felt much better and safer riding along the path running beside the canal. We did 11.71 miles in an hour and 20 minutes. We burned 645 calories. So we weren't exactly going at a monsterous pace but it was fast enough to feel it, and slow enough to enjoy it.
When we got back I ran downstairs and pulled the tennis raquets and balls out of the storage area. I brought them back up and with them in hand I got my boyfriends attention, put a big smile on my face and siad, "OK, time for tennis now." He just kind of gave me a look like I was a little bit crazy and shook his head. I didn't want to push my luck so I let it go, but I at least had to try.
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