"Have you ever looked fear in the face, and said I just don't care?"* Upon hearing those lyrics I immediately thought of my love affair with my Trikke.I remember fondly my first attempt at trikking, when I went over the handlebars and landed on my nose. I still got back on my beloved Birdie. Then six weeks later falling on my knee causing a two-month absense from trikking. Every time I got back on my Trikke I faced fear and said I just don't care.
Trikking is like no other athletic thing I've ever done. I found a new sweet spot last week. Every level I attain has its own sweet spot. For Non-trikkers, that is when everything is in alignment, there's no fear, no wearyness, just a zen-like state that has me rocking back and forth, with the wind in my face.
I always have a stupid grin when I trikke. It is so fun. No matter that I am doing a full body workout that I'm barely aware of. You should see the muscles in my arms, both upper and lower definition! That has always been the weakest part of my body.
I am now starting to see changes in my body, but I especially feel like I have less padding in my shoulders, hips, and calves. It hasn't registered when I measure myself once a month. Not yet. But that is immaterial. I love trikking and when I don't trikke, I am thinking of it and planning my next "workout."
I kinda laugh when I call it a workout, since it's really me going out and acting like a kid again. What would Dr. Oz think of me? More importantly what do I think?
I think I like myself for looking fear in the face, because when it comes to trikking, I just don't care.
"Glitter in the Air," by P!nk
