Emotions, Play

Bike Riding by the Numbers


I thought about writing this post last weekend when it actually happened, but found myself still (humorously) traumatized by the event, and wanted to avoid re-living it for the time being.

Now I find it only humorous!
Less traumatizing! Sort of. As any Mom knows, when you push your child to do something out of the ordinary, or beyond their means, there will be consequences for both people, but deep down you really just hope they stinking learn something about themselves and gain some confidence.

Or at least, use less bad words to express how they are feeling.

We decided to ride our bikes last Sunday. Though the days have been crazy warm and humid, we woke this day to a slightly howling wind and chilly temperature. Chilly enough to send us digging for jackets and me for my cold weather workout gear. (Tough Mudder long sleeved shirt, holla!) I was excited to get the exercise and to do it with Jack, AND to be outside getting some fresh air and covering some ground. What could possibly happen to spoil it?

We planned to leave from the house and ride TO the bike trail. I don’t have a bike rack yet, so this seemed like a GREAT idea. Heh heh. Our house is about maybe 2 miles from the trail. The trail itself, or the section we were after, is 2.5 miles one way and then you turn around at the end (or ride right into the street and smash into Starbucks!), and head back, for a total of approximately 5 miles.

Just for fun, I’ll remind you that Jack has ridden once with me on a run, which was maybe 3 miles. And once on the trail for maybe 5 miles… back then…we walked up every hill, me pushing his bike, and then walked down every hill…or rather I walked and held onto his handlebars to slow him as HE rode. Fun. So, his only other bike riding experience has been up and down our street, back and forth to a few friends’ houses. Hmmm. Maybe I should have pulled out the stroller and taken Jack for a RUN instead! 🙂

Again, what could go wrong?

Foreshadowing anyone?

9 – Miles covered

23 – The number of times we stopped on the entire trip

20 – Times that Jack cried out loud that he was tired (with tears)

6 – Huge hills we encountered, including our driveway

2 – Number of times Jack threw his bike into oncoming traffic in shear anger and disgust

1 – How many times I was shoved by angry and disgusted Jack

5 – Number of times I was blamed for having this “stupid” idea (which, by the way, was HIS idea)

7 – Number of cars that passed with sympathetic looks on their faces after they saw Jack’s face and him pushing his bike along the road.

1 – Number of worms saved from certain death in the street

2 – Number of happy people that rolled their bikes into my garage after 2 hours.

1 – How many children proceeded to brag to their friends that they rode for TWO hours and 9 miles!

me: Are you sure you want to ride all the way to the end?

Jack: Yeah! This is fun! We can do it!

me: Because we could turn around up here and then head back…?

Jack: No! To the end!

me: Okayyyy…

(at the end)

Jack: My legs are too tired to go back.

me: We’re about 4.5 miles from home Jack. I don’t have my phone. We have to go back.

Jack: Why didn’t you bring your stupid phone! I’m tired!

me: Let’s go.

Jack: (rides about 20 feet) I have to stop! My legs hurt! My hands are numb!

me: Sigh…

It really ramped up towards the end of the trail when we got to the road. The ride TO the park was awesome. All downhill. Soooo, the ride back…naturally…all uphill. At one point I was actually pushing both bikes and cleaning Jack’s glasses to remove the tears and boogers while he threw his helmet around on the ground. But we kept going. I kept the motivational talk up the entire way. I was mentally drained by this point.

Jack: You didn’t even pack SNACKS!

me: (what WAS I thinking…?) I know… I don’t have any pockets… (lame)

Jack: What about a BACK PACK! Ever hear of that! (flings bike again, etc)

So, we made it home and Jack now brags about how he accomplished this LONG bike ride. Though he swears he will never ever try it again.

Know of any good cheap bike racks??


How a post on bike riding ends up with Alice Cooper…??

(photo courtesy of nowthatsnifty.blogspot.com)

Wow, that’s about 10 minutes of my life I won’t get back. I was thinking of the things that Jack and I talked about while we rode our bikes today. We covered a lot of ground from bugs to bad guys and everything in between. Then I remembered the “School’s out for the summer” song that I taught Jack this year on his last day of first grade. We sang some of that as we pedaled through the woods. So of course I had to Google Alice Cooper and read the entire wiki on his first big hit! Interesting, kind of…


It was Jack’s longest ride ever (perhaps mine too!) 5.5 miles. I have a sore “A” and a cut up shin from trying to avoid hitting him and then wiping out gloriously on the trail in front of a few other parents and kids. I tried to play it off so cool.

Jack: Why do mosquitoes just love us! (swat swat)

me: They drink blood. We have blood.

Jack: Can’t they eat a cracker? Oh, look, if I run around in a circle, they can’t land on me (puff puff)

me: We have to start riding again, okay? Those walkers passed us like 3 times…

Jack: Let me finish my snack… here little mosquito, want a cracker??

me: Alright, ready?

Jack: Yeah…so how far do you think we went?

me: (Glancing back and noticing that the start of the trail was still visible) Not very far…

Jack: Then let’s GO! (he zooms off)

me: So is this as fun as you thought it would be?

Jack: Oh yeah, this is awesome! On your left! (he’s a pro at passing people)

People: Hey it’s you guys again!

me: Yeah, we keep stopping for breaks and you keep walking by us again heh heh…

Jack: Mom needs lots of breaks! (much laughter from people and Jack is proud of his joke)

me: Oh very funny mister!

Jack: I dreamed that bad guys were coming to our house. How are we safe from bad guys!!??

me: We have an alarm, so that helps.

Jack: Maybe I should stay up at night and watch.

me: That’s what Daddy and I do. We’re light sleepers. Plus we have attack kitties.

Jack: Oh Ed will run away for sure.

me: What about Bella?

Jack: She’ll slice em to pieces.

me: Totally!

Jack: (he sighs…) I love summer vacation. What’s that song again?

me: School’s out for the summer!

Jack: Yeah! (He starts singing it loudly as he is being passed by a toddler on a bike with training wheels)

me: Can we maybe speed it up please?

Jack: Oh, I was giving your legs a break.

me: Sigh…