I haven't done it in 15 years. I've just been too scared.
Shortly after meeting Anderson I learned that he LOVES riding his bike. He thinks of reasons to run to the grocery store or Target just so he can ride. When we met he thought it was strange that I lived at the beach - the perfect place for bike riding - and didn't even own one. I told him simply, "I don't like riding bikes." I soon learned that a simple answer is never sufficient for my husband. He wants to know why. He wants the whole story. I finally told him about my bike accident when I was 12 years old. I was so scared that I never rode one again. I know it's crazy, but I just couldn't do it! He can be very convincing, and he knows it, so he's relentless sometimes. But I'm just as stubborn as him and have yet to give in to his pleads for me to give bike riding another chance.
And I'm thinking about planning a trip that revolves around bike riding. I hear Seaside, Florida is the perfect spot for it. Yeah, I know. I obsess a little.
I want to end this week with a big "THANK YOU!!!" Every day that I update this blog it gets around 500 visitors. To some people that's not a lot...to me it is! I have no idea why ya'll keep coming back, but I'm glad you do. Thanks for reading. Keeping up a blog would be a bore if no one ever read it. Happy Friday!
