It seems that this is the year where I loose my training wheels and learn how to ride without them. In the process, I acquire a sense of balance and confidence.
My 1st wheel fell off when my therapist informed me that she was leaving me for a better job. That was about 6 months ago, I guess. I was given a referral but didn’t want to rehash the old. So I just moved on, found a new way of balancing the bad with the good, and found some confidence in the process.
You could say that my break from scheduled, coached running was akin to removing the other wheel myself. I kept that wheel in my backpack so-to-speak so I could put it back on when needed. Or so I thought.
As you probably know, successful cyclists do NOT ride with training wheels. You never put the wheels back on your kid’s bike after they’ve mastered the task of going without. And although I’ve come to rely on my Coach for tailor-made training plans, I have several years worth to create my own. Additionally, relying on him for my own accountability was a luxury I once needed. Perhaps it is time to learn self- accountability. A novel concept, I know.
Much like when I first learned to ride on two wheels, I’m hollering “Hey, look at me…I’m riding without my training wheels.”
Please, help me up when I fall down. Okay?