Column: It’s time for a bicycle confessionI’m not sure if it’s the early spring, the fact it’s nearly 1 a.m. or the fact I keep hearing stories about Catholic priests in the news lately, but I’m in a bit of a confessional mood this week. Bless me, Rosemount, for I have been a bad biker.
By: Nathan Hansen, Rosemount Town Pages
I’m not sure if it’s the early spring, the fact it’s nearly 1 a.m. or the fact I keep hearing stories about Catholic priests in the news lately, but I’m in a bit of a confessional mood this week.
Bless me, Rosemount, for I have been a bad biker.
OK, maybe that’s a little bit strong. I haven’t been bad. Just inconsistent. I’ve made bike-related promises I haven’t kept.
OK, not promises. More like one promise. And it was really more of a pledge. And does anyone really expect a person to keep a bike pledge?
OK, anyone other than Lance Armstrong?
Here’s the deal, sometime in late March I read about some Twin Cities-area who were pushing something they called 30 days of biking. The idea was simple: Ride your bike in April. Every day. Then write something about it on Twitter. The idea took off quickly. People from all over the world signed on to reconnect with their bicycles.
It seemed like a natural fit. I like biking, after all. I like Twitter. How hard could it really be to do something you enjoy at least once a day? It’s like asking David Hasselhoff to think fondly of his German fans at least once a day. It’s like asking Tiger Woods to ... actually, nevermind.
So, I signed on. If you go to 30daysofbiking.com you’ll see my name on a list of people committed to riding every day in April.
It’s all a lie.
I stuck with it for about a week. Turns out it’s harder than I thought. My Twitter messages rapidly declined from, “I just rode 60 miles” to, “Kind of doubt I burned the calories from the Chipotle dinner I rode to get,” to “To the end of the block and back is technically still a ride, right?” My last message was posted April 9. It also featured a joke that involved David Hasselhoff.
The night I fulfilled my obligation by riding a circle around my dining room table I figured it was about time to put an end to the whole thing. I threw in the 30 days of biking towel.
I’m not proud of my decision. I’ve continued to ride my bike when I’ve had the opportunity. I braved rain and wind to ride 100 miles in Sunday’s Ironman, which started and ended at Lakeville High School.
Still, a bike tire-black cloud hung over my head. I had to come clean.
I feel so much better now.