As I’ve written before, I’ve been riding my bike to and from work each day going on just over a month now. Some days I fly up the hill to my home and some days I barely make it home.
Who am I kidding, I never fly up the hill. I still use the lowest gear possible and there are many days I feel like my heart is going to explode if I don’t pass out first.
Last week I was making my way up the hill after a couple of days of bad allergies. I was tired and groggy and having a difficult time keeping my bike in line.
As I considered dismounting, a group of cyclist rode up behind me. My initial thought was, “Great, they are going to be pissed I’m slowing them down” as there’s only a few feet of shoulder making it difficult to pass.
I moved over as far as I could to the right. They were wearing matching jerseys and rode fancy bikes. As each of them passed me they didn’t make me feel stupid or sigh loud enough to let me know I’d slow them down on their training climb.
Instead, many of them encouraged me to keep going. A few smiled while giving a thumbs up.
They quickly sped ahead of me, and in less than 30 seconds had disappeared from my sight.
I thought of the many times I’ve stood behind someone in line at the grocery store tapping my foot. Or waited impatiently for the pedestrian to get to the curb so I could make the right turn to get to my destination 15 seconds faster.
Thank you to the cyclists for reminding me that a few words of encouragement go a long way.