My husband has always loved riding motorcycles. He has wanted me to join him in this 'fun' for years. Although I rode as a teenager and young adult a little, I haven't ridden with him for more than a decade.
Part of the reason was that, due to health issues, I couldn't swing my leg up over the back of the cycle. The other part was that I felt I weighed too much to be on the back with my trim husband driving. Yet, there is more...I began to become very afraid of riding.
Since the beginning of the year my health has changed dramatically and so has my weight. I began a system of supplements and a well balanced eating plan that has changed me from the inside out. I've lost 30 pounds so far and have energy I haven't seen in over ten years.
That being said, my excuses for not riding with my man were gone. I told him last week I was ready to try to ride with him. The joy on his face was beyond happy. Yet...when I climbed on the back...I was terrified. All I could think of was having a wreck or someone running into us or a rabbit or other animal run out in front of us...road rash (wounds from rolling on the highway)
I prayed the whole time and was also very tense. The ride made me exhausted. As I lay down to sleep that night I remembered that he had been driving motorcycles since his 14th birthday. He is very skilled an especially careful when I'm riding with him. I decided I'd do it again.
Today, I asked him to drive me to the small lake that is 15 miles from our home. I relaxed as I sat closely behind him. The scenery was so pretty and green. It was around 7 P.M. and the evening was lovely. We saw a lot of wild turkey, some deer, cattle, and other wild life as we sped along.
It occurred to me that I had no control of how the hubs drove, where he drove, or how fast he drove. I had to trust that the man I love cares that I do ride with him and that he wouldn't do a thing to cause me harm. I let go. I allowed myself to trust. It was great.
Part of the reason was that, due to health issues, I couldn't swing my leg up over the back of the cycle. The other part was that I felt I weighed too much to be on the back with my trim husband driving. Yet, there is more...I began to become very afraid of riding.
Since the beginning of the year my health has changed dramatically and so has my weight. I began a system of supplements and a well balanced eating plan that has changed me from the inside out. I've lost 30 pounds so far and have energy I haven't seen in over ten years.
That being said, my excuses for not riding with my man were gone. I told him last week I was ready to try to ride with him. The joy on his face was beyond happy. Yet...when I climbed on the back...I was terrified. All I could think of was having a wreck or someone running into us or a rabbit or other animal run out in front of us...road rash (wounds from rolling on the highway)
I prayed the whole time and was also very tense. The ride made me exhausted. As I lay down to sleep that night I remembered that he had been driving motorcycles since his 14th birthday. He is very skilled an especially careful when I'm riding with him. I decided I'd do it again.
Today, I asked him to drive me to the small lake that is 15 miles from our home. I relaxed as I sat closely behind him. The scenery was so pretty and green. It was around 7 P.M. and the evening was lovely. We saw a lot of wild turkey, some deer, cattle, and other wild life as we sped along.
It occurred to me that I had no control of how the hubs drove, where he drove, or how fast he drove. I had to trust that the man I love cares that I do ride with him and that he wouldn't do a thing to cause me harm. I let go. I allowed myself to trust. It was great.
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