on the wheels

after a long hiatus and the attempt foiled by rain some weeks ago, i finally got to bike again! i'm very thankful that dearie escorted me along, at my snail pace. we set out from our place, went out upp bt timah, upp thomson and mandai back.

my legs went jelly after a couple of slopes and dearie commented i lost steam along mandai. i replied that i was still trying to bike hard but my legs didn't seem to want to move as fast as my mind wanted them to. haha.

the roads remain unsafe because there are callous drivers who are plain jerks. 2 ah-beng cars driven by rogues tried to pull up behind dearie and one idiot in the car shouted at dearie, thinking he could scare dearie to make him wobble. the next thing i heard was dearie shouting back at him. they shuffled near to us and then drove off. 3 wide lanes at mandai and they had to do such sickening thing. please grow up!

strikingly contrasting, on the same morning, the patient 160 bus driver was gracious enough to let noob tricia filter off the lane and peer out to the next..before filtering out. dearie had intended for me to stop and let the bus go off before filtering..but noobie me was looking to filter out. clumsily i tried to filter and thankfully the bus driver was patient to follow behind us for a while.

i felt almost like a baby learning to walk again. wobbling on my bike whenever i tried to change my gears on the barend shifters. wobbling again whenever i stopped and tried to start off again. my legs felt like anvil while going up the looonng uphills. to think i've been running but i couldn't even keep up on the bike.

dearie has been my guardian angel through the ride. telling me to change my gears, checking if i was ok..and also fending off idiot drivers. he's now sound asleep. i'll run off to whisper another thank you in his ears after i finish this blog entry.

i hope this will not be another one off ride. incorporating biking is a good cross training for my run regime. after all, i haven't got around to swim much these days. too many things to do, too little time.

another week gone by. i sit at my table, looking at the same trees which may have lost or gained a few branches or leaves. the mrt just rambled by. the sky's overcast. henry mancini's love music playing over the speakers. ahhh. there's a wide smile over my face. i love such serenity.