A year or two ago, I had bought a bicycle. Reason? Fitness goal.
However, it remained unused and idle. Not because I didn’t manage to take out some time, but because of my fear, rather fears.
Will I be able ride smoothly?
Would I be able to judge my movement if I get on the main road?
What if there are stray dogs around?
and the list was long. As a result I found excuses and my bicycle got a lonely parking place.
Just a couple of weeks ago, a tweet caught my attention – What we cannot afford? and I wrote my views on it and one of them was “not overcoming fear”
Thats when I decided to get back to cycling. And thinking
I have so many childhood memories associated with my bicycle and cycling.
So if my bicycle could speak, one thing for sure, it would put a brake on my chain of thoughts
Simply me 