I am a novice road biker. I have never been on a ride without my husband. Since the separation I have let multiple fears get in the way...they typically manifest in the 'what if' genre. What if: I get a flat tire. What if: a part breaks. What if: I get hit by a car. What if: I fall. But what if: I go out for a ride and none of that happens.
Yesterday I finally got out and went for my ride. MY ride.