As part of this #iso lockdown I decided that I had run out of excuses to keep avoiding stuff in my life... Riding a bike was one of them. It had been 19 years since I was last on one and I knew that every time the opportunity presented itself to me – Id balk and say no. BUT this time it was going to be different. I was going to, (as my dear friend says:) "Carpe that Diem" and get back on the bike despite feeling scared. Why? Because I was tired of letting my fear win and not leading by example. Plus, I've always wanted to be that new-age hipster who cycles to meet friends for coffee.
Anyway, there’s this old saying that goes… “It’s just like riding a bike, you never forget. “
Or something like that... Either way it’s a lie!
If you ever hear anybody say that to you again- you have my permission to stare them down.
You might not “forget” how to do something, BUT if you don’t use it, you lose it…
And to get “it” back takes time, patience and a sense of humour.
So, with one delighted boyfriend (who had been waiting for this day to come) and bike in hand, I was up and off! Here's what actually happened on my first test run....
1. Feet and legs are doing OK on the pedals
2. Arms have gone into T-Rex mode
3. Now my Ego's yelling at me....
4. Me wondering...Oh god how do I steer?
5. Me thinking... *be like Tony Robbins, focus on where you want to go…*
6. Me also thinking... Nope.
7. Fence, gutter, tree incoming.
8. Nervous system launches app called: PANIC MODE!
9. Mind/body connection combine to HIT THE BRAKES!
10. Bike comes to a sudden halt and almost bucks me off.
11. Me, shocked, flustered and thinking “I hope the neighbours didn’t’ just see all of that”
(Time lapse: 5 minutes.)
Deflated, I took the bike back home and gave my boyfriend a list of reasons why that bike wasn’t for me. As the loving problem solver he is, he cheerfully handed me the other bike to try.
.....Second test run results were similar to the first run - with one extra bruised ego.
My better half did his best to lift the mood by encouraging me to try again, but I had well and truly thrown in the towel. The feeling of disappointment filled the space and my old coping mechanism of running away when feelings happen came into play. He packed up the bikes as I plotted to escape. I slipped out of the yard and sent him a text to let him know I was going for a walk. I did find a moment of gratitude for my ability to walk (be in control) but there was still a lot of "stuff" coming to the surface that I needed to deal with. What happened next? ....Stay tuned for part 2! ------------------------------------------------------ Coaching Perspective: Everything we do is a strategy, either to help us avoid pain or experience more pleasure. In the instance above, I had been avoiding the pain of not being very good at riding a bike (read: being judged or looking silly/ not being in control) and my escape strategy played out whenever I wanted to avoid the pain of disappointment, hurt or shame. We do what works - whether it is resourceful, or not. If during this challenging time there's something you'd like to be coached on; get in touch and request your complimentary coaching session. With Love, Sian xo