On her bike

on her bike

Organised sport has always been a tricky one in our house. We’re not a family who stands by the sidelines on a Sunday morning, team sports have been shunned and anything that resembles an ongoing commitment deemed too hard.

Poss tried dancing when she was about three, and she spent most of the lesson twirling by herself refusing to take part, and crying hysterically when we tried to insist.

We tried it again when she hit primary school, because isn’t it what most little girls do? She lasted a while, but her heart was never really in it.

She tried taekwondo for a few years and it seemed to appeal to her sense of order and uniform, while the kicking seemed to appeal to her sense of kicking. Which was strong at the time, but eventually the thrill wore off.

Eventually she moved onto gymnastics, which consumed hours, for years. In the end, it was a combination of her height, the advancing techniques needed in the higher levels and her not awesome motor skills that spelled an end to it.

We fought with her for months to continue. To just stick with it. To give it another go. But over time she wore us down and isn’t sport supposed to be fun?

And that’s how we found cycling. Poss first fell in love with it over summer at the Weetbix Try series, and she’s stuck with it, with zero prompting from us.

So after months of begging, she’s finally started at a local cycling club.

She trains a few hours a week at the moment, and so far, despite the huge distances she’s covering and the total physical exertion, she’s excited to go each week.

I’m very aware that this may go the way of all the other activities before it, so we’re holding back on buying ‘all the things’ (and believe me, for cycling there is a stupid amount of things) and making do with a basic kit at the moment.

And yet, she’s still loving it.

Round and round and round she rides, eyes focussed on the bike in front of her, as she moves in and out of the pace line. The mediative nature of the velodrome reminds me of swimming; the sameness becomes almost therapeutic as you focus on your breathing, your muscles and following the lines.

I watch from the sidelines, in the freezing cold, and can almost see the tension drain from her face, as her long legs push the pedals around and around. She finishes exhausted but focused. Settled somehow. Calm and still.  She sleeps well on those nights.

Maybe we’ve found it. Maybe she’s stumbled on a sport she can take into adulthood, which will give her a physical release and still her racing mind. And maybe it’s just a passing phase.

Either way, for now, we’re riding with it.

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  1. How awesome for her to find a channel.
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