So, I know this blog is supposed to mostly be about my artwork/photography. I’m sure by now you’ve all also noticed that not only am I a lazy art student but I am also a cyclist.
Cycling is a big part of my life and I while I’m pretty much constantly blabbing about it whenever I can find someone willing to listen, I feel like I don’t express how important it actually is to me.
My bike has not only changed my life, but in a way saved it.
Turn back now cuz I’m about to start getting emotional and sappy..
That is unless you really care to read.
While I’ve been riding bikes on and off since I could pretty much walk, it wasn’t until last year that I considered purchasing a bike for the purpose of commuting. I was at a pretty sour time in my life and felt a need for a new hobby. Purchasing a bike seemed like a pretty legit idea at the time so I went for it. It was then that I met my 1989 Miyata and I fell in love.
Prior to this, I hardly ever rode my bike on the road. The idea almost seemed ridiculous especially since the majority of people I know seems to believe it’s either illegal or extremely dangerous. If my family isn’t bitching up a storm, it’s friends, co-workers, and random people I pass by on the street.
Either way, I slowly became acquainted with the road and fell in love. I started commuting to work and eventually it became a daily thing. If I wasn’t riding to work, I’d be riding to the store, around town, to visit friends, etc. My bike pretty much became a way of life. I started feeling more successful, healthier, and even happier. I felt like I finally had some control over my life which was awesome. I began to make goals for myself. Longer distances, steeper hills. Along with this, I began to create goals for other things in my life such as trying harder at work, getting back into school, eating healthier, and finally becoming mentally stable. While my medication does indeed help with my anxiety, I really do feel that without my bike, I probably wouldn’t have come as far as I have.
As sappy as this sounds, my bike not only changed my life but may have even saved it.
It’s my transportation; my exercise; my therapy.
It’s pretty much my way of life and I’ve never been happier.
On top of this, I’ve met so many wonderful people throughout my journey so far. They’ve inspired me to keep pedaling and not give up.
For those of you who bitch about cyclists on the road; fuck off and get on a bike. Maybe you’ll be smiling instead of bitching. :)
I mean that with the best intent. <3