I Broke My Bike
Posted on September 24, 2014
Two weeks. Since starting my blog nearly a year ago, I have never gone two weeks without writing a blog post. I just went two weeks without writing a blog post. I’ve been sick. I’ve been flaring up.
I’m not the only one. I have a friend with Lupus who has been struggling as she continues to hide her diagnosis from work colleagues. I have a friend with Multiple Sclerosis who just upped her Gabapentin due to the pain she is in. She hates how Gabapentin makes her feel. And I have another friend (a most beautiful and passionate friend) who was unexpectedly diagnosed with MS. Tis the season. The season of flaring up.
My goal during this flare up has been to not lose everything I have gained in the last six months. My muscle. My stamina. My outlook. So I have continued to ride my bike, even though there have been times where I felt like I could fall asleep on my ride.
I was riding to a doctor appointment last week when my bike chain began to fall off every few minutes. My bike chain has never fallen off. I took it to my friend Chris at my favorite lil’ bike shop (Bicycle Renaissance). I thought he would put some oil on it and I would be good to go.
Instead he said ‘there’s some good news and there’s some bad news’.
Bad news always first: My bike is broken. The hub body and cassette body are shot.
Then Chris gave me the good news: I broke my bike in a way that can only be done if you ride hard and strong. Chris was impressed.
Lesson learned. I will continue to work hard. And when I feel weak, I will know that I am strong. And I now know that I am strong on those weak days because the efforts I make on the not-so-weak days. I am officially proud of myself. And of my broken bike.