The 30 Days of Biking challenge kicked off yesterday. At 7 a.m. I rolled the Sweetpea down to the street, rode around the block, then returned her to the rack inside the house. It felt like cheating. But the challenge organizers say the goal is to ride your bike every day for 30 days, no matter if it’s 20 miles or around the block.
So I rode around the block. I had an excuse for such a short ride. The entire family is celebrating dad’s 80th birthday out-of-town this weekend. I signed up for the 30 day challenge knowing full well I would fail on the second day, today, because I decided to place my family first.
But I’m going to ride 30 consecutive days sometime this year if it’s the last thing I do. Excuses cannot rule your life. A couple of years ago, Mr. Spoked and I were on a week-long ride in Wisconsin when we met a man who chose to ignore the perfect excuse. At the end of the first day, after cycling about 60 miles, we dumped our kit next to his sleeping bag. We exchanged greetings and then he asked us to remind him to take his heart medication that evening. You read that right–his heart medication.
Apparently he had a cardiac problem that caused him to pass out occasionally while riding. He would regain consciousness in the ditch, lying next to his road bike. The specialists ran all sorts of tests on him and delivered a diagnosis, the upshot being that he could never ride a bike again. So he went out and bought a trike (low, 3-wheeled cycle for adults) and rode it instead. As he explained to us, the fall to the ground wasn’t as far from a trike as from a road bike. Clearly, the word “excuse” did not play a significant role in his vocabulary.
So I have this one excuse on April 2nd, and it’s a good one, but I’m not going to let other excuses stop me from meeting the 30 day challenge. And now it’s time to go back and celebrate with my family.