Bicycle phobia

There are certain things in life that I have always said I wouldn’t ever do….... diving and driving.

When all the neighborhood kids were busy getting scrapes and gashes from trying on their bicycles, I was just sitting in our balcony watching the scene from afar. I did try. I am not a total sissy --- but I crashed. Just that one time made me hate it.

Yeah, I’m scared of going on a bicycle….a motorbike….a car….anything that moves….as long as it’s not me on the wheels, I’m fine.

Together with my change of job, I also had another challenge --- to get on a bike. I am living in a huge island wherein the mode of transportation is a bike!

I started with a “trike” – a three-wheeled bicycle. I just borrowed it from someone else. But then he had to use it (usually each department will get one to transport things) now so I’ve no choice but to use the regular bike.

How difficult can it be, right?

Huhuhu…..I just came from the Clinic a few minutes ago…. I stubbed my toe when I crashed into the bushes (well, I felt confident earlier so ummm maybe I went a bit faster….)… the doctor had to cut off the dead skin and he washed the wound with antiseptics…eww! He did say it will sting a little bit.

So now it’s wrapped in gauze to keep the sand away. And to top it all off, I had to get on my bike again to go back to my room!

Oh God! I am limping all around the resort....it hurts.....