Relaxing on the couch late Friday night, already in my PJs, watching Nature on PBS...feeling that everything is safe and comfortable and I will drift into sleep. Nope! My partner interrupts this hazy, lazy mood to alert me about an event ...less than 9 hours away in the morning. The Richmond Bridge Bike Lane is finally open and MCBC is hosting a celebratory ride. Wasn't I already nearly asleep and on into my morning of sleeping in? Can't I feign ignorance?
The Nature program, however, argued in favor of taking the opportunity. It featured these large bats, the biggest of their kind. In order to cool themselves, and avoid death, they are compelled to swoop down into crocodile infested waters. Basically, to live they have to risk death.
Turns out it's probably the same for humans except I wasn't risking death, only breaching the very tight comfort zone I'd built.
So I did it, completed my second group ride ever, and made it over the Richmond Bridge and back alongside thousands of others. It was easy enough to get back on the couch that Saturday night.
The Nature program, however, argued in favor of taking the opportunity. It featured these large bats, the biggest of their kind. In order to cool themselves, and avoid death, they are compelled to swoop down into crocodile infested waters. Basically, to live they have to risk death.
Turns out it's probably the same for humans except I wasn't risking death, only breaching the very tight comfort zone I'd built.
So I did it, completed my second group ride ever, and made it over the Richmond Bridge and back alongside thousands of others. It was easy enough to get back on the couch that Saturday night.
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