Three years ago, at age 29, I could not ride a bike. Since then I’ve competed in a Duathlon (Run-Bike-Run), biked in foreign countries (Iceland, Colombia), and logged miles on Manhattan’s busy streets.
I wouldn’t believe it was possible so I wanted to share the story of my journey.
Here’s the story of how I learned to ride a bike:
Do you have a bucket list? If so, I have a suggestion for an addition: hike a glacier.
A few weeks ago I flew to Iceland with my friends Lenore and Tricia. Fresh off a red eye, we hopped into a microscopic Toyota Yaris and drove straight across the bottom of the country. Iceland is an ideal place for a road trip (at least in the summer). Extra hours of sunlight guide your journey, not so many inhabitants (traffic jams are caused by horse crossing more than rubbernecking), and gorgeous views from your window most of the way. Also, there is one main road aptly called “Ring Road” that circles the perimeter of the island which makes touring easy.