I should probably clarify. I went on my first outdoor bike ride in years.
When we bought our house (ten years ago) and could store bicycles everyone got a bicycle. Including myself. And like the definition of nerd I
was am, I hated every minute of it. But when you have little kids, going out and riding bikes is the thing you do. So we did it. Especially when our small back patio became too small of an area for the kids to ride. And I was always the one rounding out our group of four.
Physical activity was never something I found particularly fun and was nothing I really thought about until I was about 30lbs overweight according to the height and weight charts. Having a job where I am sitting eight hours a day definitely does not help when I always used to have jobs where I spent most of the time on my feet.
When I realized I needed to do something about my physical health I still had a hard time enjoying anything I was doing. Going to the gym and walking on the treadmill was a nightmare. The elliptical was only slightly better.
Eventually I found a gym that offered classes. And not only classes, but classes I actually enjoyed. Then I had a friend who took spin classes – I always wanted to take a spin class. Eventually I found a gym that offered not only classes, but spin classes. And I found myself going to the 6AM spin classes a couple times a week. Then I found myself making myself get up early to make an 830AM spin class on Sundays. When my work schedule changed and I was out early enough to make an evening Pilates class, I did that. Before I knew it I found myself in the gym at least four to five days a week and I was not just watching the clock walking on the treadmill.
It had been at least five years, if not longer, since I rode a bike outside. So when my husband asked me if I wanted to join him, my father-in-law and all the cousins on a bike ride. I hesitated. Part of the hesitation was because I already had it in my mind I was going to go to the 430 Pilates class that afternoon. But mostly, it was out of my old mindset – I used to hate bike riding. I quickly changed my clothes and decided to join them on the ride.
According to my watch I rode a little over six miles that afternoon. I felt great. If it were not for the pending rain storm that was expected I could have gone further. I was no longer the one dragging behind. I was no longer completely out of breath. My legs did not hurt. My ass was not sore. As my daughterly jokingly said, I’VE BEEN TRAINING FOR THIS.
Going on the bike ride not only has me wanting to get outside more to ride. It also showed me how strong I am. How much strength I have gained over the years. I have yet to lose those 30lbs I started out trying to lose all those years ago but I am definitely a stronger person physically than I was even a year ago.
I would not have been able to do that ride as easily as I did a year ago.
This bike ride proved to me that it is not just about being a smaller pant size, or a lesser number on the scale. Being thin has nothing to do with physical health. Yeah I might be happier with what I see in the mirror if there was less of me, but that is only a piece of the puzzle.
Even though throughout the years I seem to lose and gain the same ten pounds, working out is such a part of my schedule now I could care less if I was actually losing any weight. I almost always feel good afterwards both physically and mentally. (except the Sundays I decided to take two classes at the gym – cycle and step training; then I have a massive headache and usually regret the two hours of working out) And I feel the best when I do something I know I would not have done in the past due to my lack of physical fitness even though I was a much smaller size.
I am aware just how cliche this all sounds, but being physically health is so much more then just liking the number you see on the scale.