Since buying my first bike, I’ve gone on a few rides. The first being the ride from the bike store back to my place. Yes, like 3k! Then I went on an adventure around Stanley Park — 23k and the climb up to Prospect Point was the worst. Then I met E at Kits Beach one night and he took me over the Burrard Bridge for the first time!
On Thursday though, I woke up and thought I should bike to UBC. Why? I have no idea. Other than I’m still totally scared of riding on the road and I need to get over that. Sidenote: When running, I’ve never gone past Jericho Beach, primarily because I don’t usually train at more than 15-18k distance, but also because that’s the place I fell on my face. So the 4th ride of my adult life would be to UBC and back — unknown territory and a weekday cloudy afternoon adventure.