Wednesday, September 3, 2014

no. 81

I crossed an item off on my list, (no. 81), last night, and you guys, it's sort of a big one.

First and foremost, because it was spontaneous. As in, 'darling, (my favorite teacher has a sweet Aussie accent), can you move to bike no. 5, front and center?'

And I didn't have any time to let fear overcome me even though up to that point I'd told myself that I wasn't ready to be in the front row, much less front and center. Up to that point I'd told myself that I wasn't ready, that I wasn't strong enough, that I wouldn't be able to keep up.

It was the first time I'd seen myself, much less watched myself, (full frontal), on my bike. (Because even in the dark you can still sort of see yourself.) Since I began I've been on the side bar. Close, but not too close, always behind someone to catch the rhythm and beat. 

I watched myself owning the bike last night. Strong. Focused. Holding my own. It was empowering and truly a break-through moment for me to see myself and feel truly strong, capable and open. FTW dudes, FTW.