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The
history...
I’ve been wanting to learn
biking since I was a kid. But fears came first. I was really afraid of getting
down and getting wounds as a bonus from the experience of the enjoyment of
biking. Now, being a woman and a mom, riding a bike is really fun after 28 years.
Now, I have the courage, the
searched braveness that I was looking for back then. Why not face my fears now?
Although, I was being depressed for some reason, I tried converting it into a
positive way. And that’s biking.
I was really envy when I saw
people who knows how to ride a bike especially girls. Just one day, my youngest
sister, Jelly, 7, rush through me just being proud that at last she learned
riding a bike. So I and my other sister Charizza, 18, not to mention that she
already enjoyed riding a bike also, went outside to see ourselves the truth.
And then, we started to widen our smiles as we see Jelly really knows how to do
it. Wow! Then I thought: what about me? I was the only sibling who
doesn’t know it as of now. So, an idea came into me. Why not tried it? Why not
instead of just letting myself lie on the corner my bed still thinking of the
why and how things, why not make myself busy trying to put things in a positive
way?
Started
the first step...and being discouraged
The next day, about 2:30pm, I pulled myself and Charizza carrying the small
bike into the road, for confidence security. I tried sitting myself on
the little triangle chair in the middle and started to pedalled, but I failed.
I couldn’t continue the pace. I was also conscious that the neighbours are
yelling at me like they’ve never see any 28 year-old, chubby woman tries to
learn riding a bike, in their whole life. So, I got shy. I decided to go back
in the house and hide myself. The awkwardness, the hesitant, and the self-pity
came into me. Why does I really never had the courage to face this when I was a
kid. Back then, I would never felt this kind of emotions.
And
so pushing through...
Days passed and the courage was
just racing up and down. I tried learning it inside our house which the space
couldn’t even reach more than five meters. I hide myself. Then one night, I
dreamt of seeing myself riding a bike. So the next morning, I suggested to
Charizza to go with me at Mount Carmel, where an elevated, silent road is
waiting for me. There, I started again to pedal, pushing my feet to continue
pedalling. But failure kept on winning over me again and again. Then Charizza
suggested that I should go on the higher part of the road, riding the bike
heading downwards where less effort is needed. All I should do is balancing.
And I tried, and to my shock, I did it although holding tight the brakes. And I
started heading upwards, and the failure comes again. I’ve done it, why not
now? So, instead of bothering myself the answers, I just kept on trying the
easier way, heading downwards. After some couple of riding downwards, I , again
tried the harder way, heading upwards for I know that it is the key on being
successful on this mission. Rushing and hurrying, I pedalled. And tralahhh! I
did it! The only secret is that I should pedal the bike on a rush so that I
could get the balance and the continuous of pushing it. I just did it. I was so
proud of myself and so my siblings are. They kept on cheering me up and that
really keeps me going. Thanks to them.
Lesson
I learned...
No matter how old, no matter how
heavy, no matter of the hindrances I’ve got, still did it. I really didn’t
imagine myself that I would get this achievement at this pace of my life. But
seriously, what really sinks into me is that never doubt on yourself , never
say never, never say you can’t do it without even trying doing it. When no
matter how big the hindrances are, how heavy the problem is, if you just see looking
for the answers, then you’re closer to your goals. Just face the reality and go
through the hindrances, you’ll be shock in the end that you have done it. Just
be positive and make yourself proud. And to face fears, start making a pace through it!
Now, I’m on my second day
enjoying the ride. I even widen my quest to farther places and rough roads
although still suffering body pains and violet-blue-green portions of my legs
being snapped as a bonus. How about you guys? When did you start learning to
ride a bike, ride a motorbike or a car? Is the satisfaction the same?
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