I haven't been on a bike in a really long time. And after many promises to myself that I would get on one, I finally did. And boy was it fun! I felt so carefree on my bike. All the memories of when I was a little girl and how I use to ride my pink bike around my neighborhood flooded over me. Why have I ever given this up? This feeling of ultimate freedom. I didn't miss a beat as I rode down hills, through lights, and making sharp turns. I was confident, I was bold, I was ready to conquer the world, all in one bike ride.
Until I fell off...and suddenly my world was no longer one of rose colored glasses. What the hell was I thinking? Why on earth did I get on a bike? Now I have to go up this hill to get back home? How did one free moment in time turn so bad? All these questions clouded my head as I picked myself up and brushed the dirt from my knees. And just when I was going to go to a whole new level of self doubt, I felt a tap on my shoulder.
"Are you okay?" I turned to see a gorgeous man. "yes" I reply. Completely embarrassed, I didn't want him to see how upset I was. "This section is kinda dangerous." he said to reassure me. "Well they need to fix it!" He laughs, I laugh. Moment of silence. My cheeks turn red. Then a thought hits me. This bike riding thing might not be so bad... back to wearing my rose colored glasses.
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