Cycling has always been my first choice of sport. Don’t ask me why, because honestly, I do not know why. I think it is a combination of the distance I can do on my bike versus by foot and also being outdoors… After making this comment about being my first choice in sport, I just realized that is not completely true…
I loved running. I would go for a run every evening after work. My best friend at the time was a long distance runner and naturally, I became a runner too. We would run together and then cook together. Go for hikes in the mountains, cycle together and just do things friends did together.
After a serious back injury (due to bridge jumping), I had to give up running. The neurosurgeon that operated on my back suggested getting a bike. It took me a while to accept my running days are over, but eventually I realized it was over and I bought a bike. It has been so many years since giving up running, that I seldom think about how much I loved running. So essentially, cycling is my only love, my true love.
I had a choice: I could sulk and be miserable my whole life, or I could embrace the change that was forced upon me, and cycle. My personality does not allow me to sulk and wallow in my own misfortune. I must admit, sometimes it sounds attractive to just do nothing… But then I would end up being even more miserable and I think doing nothing is hard work…. So I compromised.
At first it was a compromise, to get on a bike and cycle for hours to get the same pleasure I would from running. It was something I had to force myself to do. However, I kept going. And honestly, I have forgotten that it had been a compromise. I have over the years forgotten that cycling was not my first choice and that I had to compromise and give up what I loved the most. Today, I cannot imagine my life without a bike. In fact, when we moved to the USA, I told my husband: if my bike does not go on the plane with me, I am not going…. And here I am. I arrived in the USA with 2 bikes and well, very little clothing! I guess, that means I compromised again… or knew with a credit card in my back pocket I could by new stuff!
The point is, we all compromise at times. It is part of life. But we have a choice: we can always refer to it as a compromise, or we can make the compromise something we love and stop thinking of it as the “day I gave up something, the day I compromised. I do not think of cycling as a compromise anymore. It took time yes, but I stuck to it and it today I can honestly say: cycling is not a compromise, it is a blessing and a great joy!