December and January were two awesome months for me…in my quest to become a ‘cyclist’. I rode 981 kilometres. Up until now I was a ‘bike rider’. Apparently. It was quite unclear as to what was required to achieve the status of ‘cyclist’. Every time I climbed a mountain, or rode long distances, or generally took myself out of my comfort zone, I was told “not quite a cyclist yet!”
During December and January I did quite a bit of ‘bike riding’. River Loop, Mt Coot-tha, Gap Creek mountain bike trails, Mt Nebo (road and mountain), Nudgee Beach, pfaffing @ the gym are some of my rides. What I enjoyed the most were the people I met and rode with on these adventures. They would have to be, without a doubt, some of the most amazing people I have ever met. This is one thing that I cannot be more clear about. These people have shown me the joy of bike riding. Anyhow, let’s get back on track with how I became a ‘cyclist’…
Finally, on Monday 28 (Australia Day public holiday) I won the title. How may you ask? BLOOD SWEAT AND TEARS. Actually, that’s a bit of an exaggeration, but I like to think it was. On the morning of Australia Day my brother phoned me asking “Would you like to go on a creek reccie to see what the storm damage is like sis?”. Sure, I replied. We took off and weaved our way through the back blocks and bike paths of Newmarket, Ashgrove, St John’s Wood, ending up at The Gap, where I was assured that the easiest way home would be up via South Boundary Road to Mt Coot-tha. Sure, I replied. Off we set. Everything was going well until we hit the ‘Three Sisters’ which is a series of 3 bumps at approximately 85%. Well, that also might be a gross exaggeration, but again, I like to think it was. I really didn’t have the legs to climb it. It was hot, it was humid. The only way I was going up was for money. $75 to get to the top without stopping? SURE! Off I took. Got to the top of the first bump and stopped. Sobbing. Swearing. “You get to be a cyclist if you get to the second bump!” Ahahahaha! And she did! So I scored $25 and the title… ‘cyclist’!
Hey! Don’t judge me! It’s what champions do. Right?