Have I mentioned that I’m not into exercise? Or sports? Of any kind? Well, I’m not. But just to show how you can be raised in the exact same family and turn out completely different to your siblings, my older sister is. She is AMAZING.
Last weekend she and her husband did the Cadel Evans ride in Geelong. I think they rode 65km, which makes me feel sick just thinking about it. We saw them both over the finish line. They were wet (it was raining), sweaty and tired but so euphoric. It was almost enough to encourage me to don lycra and take up the sport.
But not quite. 😊
Which is not to say that I don’t like cycling. I do. It reminds me of the freedom of been a kid, coasting down the hills with the breeze in your face, going slower than you can in a car but feeling like you’re going faster. But to do that in a competitive way, even if the competition is with yourself and your own personal best, doesn’t do it for me. I like to keep my head up and survey the scenery, not my bum up and survey the back wheel of the bike in front of me.
I wonder if it’s the endorphins that keep people going back. Or the camaraderie.
All I know is, when she came over the line smiling ear-to-ear she looked beautiful and happy. And isn’t that how you want the people you love most to be?
