My friend O is 11 and newly in possession of a spiffy road bike. Pedaling is old hat—she has been riding tandem with her dad for a long time over long distances. It is, however, different, when one is in charge of one’s own bike. It takes some time to learn about steering and pacing and braking and the always-crucial timing of calling out to pedestrians and bikes before passing. She practiced all of those things when we rode (almost 15 miles, with some small hills) yesterday and did a fabulous job.
This morning, off I went to spin class. I have my own batch of things I am learning and I figured one of them out today. More accurately, my body found the way to execute what my mind couldn’t properly explain to it. I grinned like a kid at recess.
Sometimes learning takes a while, but it is always worth it.