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Bikes and I are not Friends

3/4/2017

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Last week, Bus Eireann (the public transit) went on strike and consequently my radius of activity has shrunk considerably. In fact, my plans to visit Kilkenny were foiled so I stayed in Sligo (secretly happy to spend my time surfing). After a short sleep in, I waited habitually at the bus stop at 35 past the hour like I do every week for surf class. I stood there patiently for ten minutes before remembering about the strike (duh! That’s why I wasn’t in Kilkenny) so I was forced to grab a surprisingly expensive (€20!) taxi to Standhill in order to make it on time. But this weekend, I smartened up and opted to finally use the bike my boss’s wife, Jill, had loaned me.
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I’m a nervous cyclist at the best of times (understandable after a six year hiatus in biking) so I was briefly optimistic as I manipulated the bike down my narrow staircase to the street. Google maps had diligently informed that the ride was 8km and would take 28 minutes but I planned to leave myself some extra time so that I wouldn’t be rushed (and would have time to sip a chai latte from Shells Café before class).
 
From my regular journeys back and forth to Standhill on the bus, I knew the route was flat... or so I thought. Turns out it’s a torturously unrelenting low-grade hill the entire way. A few minutes in, my legs were burning and I was gasping for air – apparently I’m not as in shape as the deluded vision of my “active lifestyle” would lead me to believe. Once out of the town, I kept stopping to rest while pretending that I was taking pictures of sheep to maintain my roadside dignity as cars zoomed past (classy, right?). All the while, their motorized bliss being rubbed in my face.
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I was on the lowest gear, my legs spinning furiously but I barely had enough momentum to stay upright. Jill had warned me that the bike was a little bit inefficient but nothing had prepared me for this. I kept trying to be a like a swan – you know, serene on the surface but peddling like f#@* below the water – but I was fighting back tears of frustration.
After 40 minutes, I nipped into a driveway and checked my phone. Surely, I was almost there. Peering in disbelief at my phone, Google was telling me I had another 11 minutes to go... I was only two-thirds of the way. I feared that I could not make the last 11 minutes, which undoubtedly would be longer given how long I’d already been pedalling. At that moment, I realize that if I got to surf class, I’d surely drown because my legs would be too fatigued to trudge out against the waves or even pop up on my board... let alone carry me back home afterwards. So I nonchalantly texted Eddie (the surf instructor), Something has come up. I’m not going to make it in time today. Is there class tomorrow as well? and then turned my bike around and headed home.

​As I sped downhill, I couldn’t help but laugh to myself that of all the trials and tribulations of living abroad, the thing that has pushed me closest to the edge is a bike ride!
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