I’ve noticed a trend in the blogworld to name one’s bike. Giving mine a moniker or ascribing some personality to it never occurred to me before. But one day as I was pedaling along, I thought about it, which is no surprise because biking seems to lead to mind wandering. Immediately the name came to me. There was no thinking cap needed (although I was wearing a bike helmet at the time); no internal debate or vacillation. My bike’s name, if she had one, would be Hope.
I hope I don’t fall again.
I hope I get up that hill without having to walk part way or having my chain come off.
I hope it doesn’t rain.
I hope this pedaling is doing great things for my butt.
I hope my butt won’t be sore tomorrow.
I hope I can remember the blog post I am writing in my head by the time I get somewhere to write it down.
I hope that no bugs fly into my mouth and no grit lands in my eyes.
I hope I don’t run into or over a snake.
I hope the deer and bobcats and squirrels stay off the path.
I hope the wind isn’t too strong today and I chose the right route to keep it at my back for the last part of the ride.
I hope I didn’t forget to put sunscreen on my ears again.
I hope I don’t get a flat tire.
I hope I don’t have to stop to use a porta-potty.
I hope my husband can figure out how to fix my bike gadget that tells me my time, distance and rate stats; I miss it:(
I hope I can conjure up some of the childhood joy that somewhere got lost when biking became exercise.
Have you named any of the inanimate objects in your life?