I finally got my bike! I bought it Sunday while I was visiting a town about an hour away. I didn’t buy the one that I originally wanted. I was going to buy just a plain black Del Rio Cruiser, but I love this one. It’s different. It’s blue, which is my favorite. Did I mention that it’s a tad different?
Monday after work I went home. My blood sugar was 395! Not where I want it…
I ate a little bit and took 10 units of insulin. That’s way more than I usually take, but I’m not normally that high. I don’t like taking that much, but it had to happen. I was really surprised when I saw that number.
I then took my bike out for the first time. It was about 70 degrees outside, and it was amazing. I hooked a bag to the handlebars and loaded it with two things: a rice krispy treat (for life-saving purposes, should it happen) and my phone (for music, measuring distance, and also for an emergency).
I had my destination picked out. I road 4 miles altogether. This is only my third bike in my lifetime. That’s including the tiny one I learned on, and I haven’t had a bike for years. I used to love it. It wasn’t as easy as I remembered it being a long time ago, but I rode day-in and day-out then. Running is hard on my knees, and my legs often go from working perfectly to…. well, not so perfectly. Riding a bike doesn’t have the same jarring motions. It’s more fluid, and I haven’t had any problem with my knees, hips, etc. I’m not even sore today.
I chose a comfort bike. It has bigger tires and allows for more cushion. It’s actually kind of perfect. I didn’t want a mountain bike or anything of that sort.
I think this is going to be something that I do quite often. It will be a good source of exercise for me. I just like being outside and I like doing stuff.
I was going to take some picture on my ride, but I haven’t found a good way to carry my camera yet. Plus, I think I was probably too busy looking around and enjoying myself yesterday to take any pictures anyhow.
After my bike ride I tested my blood sugar. It was 293. Better, but not satisfying. I finally ended up changing my site, and my sugar has been fine ever since then. I guess that spot just built some resistance pretty quickly.
That evening my boyfriend came over after work. He thinks I’m silly because I’m just obsessed with this bike and the idea of having a bike. I told him what I did and he just looked at me.
“Did you really?” he asked.
“Well, yeah, really.” I replied.
“I don’t think I could even do that. 4 miles?”
“Yep. 4 miles.”
My mom was just as surprised when I told her. I don’t know if it’s surprising because I’m diabetic, because I’m small, because I haven’t had a bike, or if it’s just surprising for anyone.
I love this bike, and I really enjoyed yesterday. There’s only one thing, okay, two things that I’m not so crazy about.
1. It’s not a motorcycle. That will happen for me one day, I’m telling you.
2. What my dad said.
I’ll elaborate on point 2 a little more. I loaded my bike into the back of the car Sunday afternoon. My mom drove and my dad had the passenger seat. This bike took up the entire car, so I rode with it in the hatch back. We were leaving my grandma’s house. We have a bicycle stored there. It’s a mountain bike, but the gears are messed up. It’s not really an easy ride when you can get it to work.
Dad said, “You know, I could get that bike next week and take it home. I could fix it and go riding with Madison.”
Now, I would love for this to happen, but it kind of broke my heart. The reason being, my dad is 75. He’s on oxygen most of the time, he has heart problems, he has terrible circulation, a bad back, he’s on a ton of medications that can make him dizzy, and the list goes on. And on. And on.
He can’t ride a bike. It’s simple, but who can tell him? I’d push him in a wheel barrel if it wouldn’t embarrass him.
He was excited, and he really loves my bike. It’s a modern twist on an older style. He’s in love with the seat and just loves the fact that I’m a cooky teenager who has a car but wants a bike.
I wish I could take him somehow. His health problems have finally put a stop to him doing the things that he loves. I’m glad mine haven’t, and I hope they never do.
But anyway, that’s what I’m going to do. Ride my bike when I can and get some exercise during this lovely weather. I’m going to listen to music, carry my camera, and have tiny adventures that I can tell him about.
I don’t plan on being a world champion, but I think this will be a good thing.
The only difference I will face: I’ll have emergency snacks.