|Ain't she purrrrrty?!|
I originally bought the bike to use for commuting to and from work every once in a while (my office was about 5 miles from the house), but I also wanted something I could use to tool around at the beach and not have a sore booty.
Since purchasing the bike I have added a few 'upgrades' to it... Spoke beads, streamers, a pinwheel bell, etc.
|The streamers are just ribbon I cut and looped on a hair tie...|
Obviously when people see me they realize I am not a professional biker, but the accessories bring a smile to my face and often to others (even if it's only because they're laughing at how silly I look). My thought is the more
ridiculous I look noticeable I am, the more likely people will be to see me and hopefully, therefore, the LESS LIKELY they are to hit me!
Well, back to today's experience.
I normally go out for anywhere from 15-20 miles on my normal ride. There is a nearby bike trail that you can cruise on for a while, so I usually head that way since there is less traffic to battle. After I turned around to head back home an older gentleman rode up next to me.
The first thing he said to me was, "HA! Who's bike is that?". To which I replied proudly, "Mine." Continuing to laugh he asked, "Really?! And you are out here actually riding it?!". At this point I wanted to push him off of his bike but I did my best to bite my tongue and be polite.
He mentioned that he was waiting for some of his biking friends to join him (apparently they ride 80-100 miles on Wednesdays along the coast) and decided to stick with me for a couple miles in the meantime - OH JOY...
|Don't mind if I do ;)|
I'm not sure if he thought it was a great way to break the ice or strike up conversation, but continually making fun of me and my bike were NOT the way to go about it. He asked me if I biked often, to which I explained that I was a runner but try to bike at least once a week. Then came the remarks about how much better biking is than running and oh yeah, then it was time to tell me how bad running was for my body...
After a couple miles we came up to some hills. Thankfully (for me) he decided my pace was too slow for him and he wanted to get back to his workout so he bid me adieu... But not before telling me that if I were to ever get a 'real bike, you know, a fancier one' that I could join him and his friends on their Wednesday ride. I wished him a great afternoon (but secretly thought about how I'd NEVER EVER EVER want to ride with them no matter what type of bicycle I had).
I spent the last portion of my ride replaying the conversation over and over in my head. Now obviously I am not a
biker cyclist, but what if I was trying to get into it... What if I really enjoyed biking and this guy came up and made me feel like garbage about trying to get out there and ride...
We can build each other up with our words just as easily as we can tear each other down. We all remember the saying "sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me", well, that's a LIE! Words sting, they hurt and they can stay with you for much longer than a bruise or a broken bone.
Let's be careful with our words. Let's make sure we are using them to encourage one another. Let's take an extra second to really think about what we are going to say - because once the words are said, they can never be taken back.
How do you get over hurtful words?
How do you get over hurtful words?