mom's attempt of teaching me a new lesson

5:30am i woke up with eyes still yearning for a long sleep. im not a morning person i tell you. the only thing im looking forward every morning is eating a yummy breakfast.

but this day turned out differently, i was excited to have my biking lessons.

you read that right. for 16 years i have been a boring kid with only story books, pencils and barbie dolls at hand. but then this morning, i had a deal with mom; and its all about teaching me on how to move some wheels in classic style, meaning, off with the bicycle!

you might be wondering where i got my two wheeled vehicle, well grandpa lend me the thing. he used it whenever he's circling inside the pier, managing stuffs. needless to say i approve pop usage of the bicycle since i consider it as one of the most essential machines ever made by the human race. it doesnt really emit smoke and carbon dioxide plus it helps us conserve fossil fuels.

so anyway, back with my morning training. well at first ofcourse i was like a jumpy and giddy five year-old who's about to learn her new first ever bicycle training. well duh, who would blame me for that? i mean im sure everybody's in a thrill of riding the thing. except for the fact that im having my first lessons as a 16 years old high school graduate. but hey, its never too late.

there were passerbyers ofcourse but i tried to hide my shame. nobody's gonna destruct my plan of me learning how to ride with a bicycle. a young beanie even told me to be careful commanding me as if she's 80-yr old while she and her dad are taking morning walks. i didnt budge though. im not gonna lost temper over some kid blabbing me with her experience and her warning of the possibility that i might trip myself. ofcourse that just made me earn a laugh from mom.

you might be asking me of why im taking a risk of learning something rather than having a good sleep. well maybe that's because one afternoon, pop came on with the bike, mom strode with it and in my mind i was like "hey, why cant i do that thing? how'd i know how to drive my own future ducati if i wont be able to handle myself with a bike?" i mean how hard could it be? swimming might even be more difficult analyzing human beings' breathing capacity isnt on its maximum level in water. and i know how to swim, btw." that hit me. hey this is easy.

until this morning when the hot sun was licking my face and was leaving sweat all over it. not even a single paddle was done. well that was just infuriating. and man did it hurt a lot. the space between my thighs felt like it lost its V-card. im currently shuddering at the thought. its not like ive done the real thing right? im not gonna quit from this whole new adventure of bike riding. oh yeah.

after an hour, i seem to lose my interest, idk cause my mind is really eager. but then my body felt liked jello. i told my mom the sitch and we went home. pop asked me about how it all went and i suddenly felt like puking. no not because of the fact that i didnt accomplish it in a single practice but because i wasnt feeling well as i told you earlier. nauseousness punched me in my diaphragm. until now im still feeling a bit wobbly and practically decided to distract myself and bring the news here.

this bicycle training thing might had brought pain in my whole senses, but dude, im not giving up just yet.

PS, sorry for the crowded writing in my previous post. my enter button suddenly had a malfunction when i was typing yesterday.

-geianne