The clock said 11:00pm and both of us were yawning. “I’m ready to go, but can we still try the bike?” I asked eagerly. I’ve been so antsy when it comes to being physically active since my knee injury and surgery, and I wanted to see what my knee could handle. “Oh, yes!”
We walked downstairs and Rae unlocked her bike. “You be good to my Meghan”, she told it as we wheeled it onto the street. I put my hand on both handles and hesitated. “Ahhhhhhhhh!” flew through my lips with excitement and nervousness and I stepped over the bike with my right leg. My left leg went to pedal forward and I fumbled, unsure about how my right leg would react. I switched and put my right leg forward and pushed the pedal.
I WAS MOVING!
It was happening.
"OH MY GOD, I’M RIDING A BIKE!" I screamed with excitement to Rae, tears bursting from my eyes and I zig zagged across her quiet street. "YAY!!!" she yelled back with equal fervor. I did a few circles and rode up next to her for a long embrace.
"I’M SO HAPPY!"
I did a few more circles, just to make sure this was actually happening; that it wasn’t some fluke.