Way, way back… when our youngest son, Adam, was around 4 or 5 and learning to ride a 2-wheeler, I was using an 8-mm camera to catch all the excitement. Adam was pedaling down our street, a HUGE smile on his face, when all-of-a-sudden he began to wave excitedly at Barry and me. This wave caused a bit of imbalance. Which led to a great big crash .
I was in such shock that I kept filming. Thank God Adam was fine… and he picked himself up, brushed himself off and got right back on that bike.
That clip is now legendary Couto home movie stuff and it gave Adam a pretty cool nickname. Crash.
This past Saturday, all of that bike riding adventure with Adam came back to me as I tried to learn to ride my bicycle with clip-in shoes. Everyone tells me that I cannot possibly, ever, ever, ever attempt to ride the 56-mile portion of my Half-Ironman (one of my 57 in 52 things I wish to accomplish this year of being 57 years old) without those clip on bike shoes. Things about efficiency and blood flow and muscles and feet and time. I get all of this knowledge and technology… but you are stuck on a bicycle with your feet stuck on the pedals. Learning to “clip-out” as I’ve heard one too many times is not easy.
But I tried.
Here is what happened.
“Crash Couto II”. (Note that Barry keeps filming. Commenting. And I dare say, joking as he narrates the scene even as a good samaritan, carrying a baby, comes to my rescue. He certainly must have been in shock. Ha,ha. Oh… and also note how Jane casually saunters to the site of the crash. Good times.)
I tired it 3 more times (no cameras, please), and each time I crashed. Attached to my pedals. Down. Boom. Ouch (well, maybe I said more than “ouch.”) But not being 4 or 5 years old, like Adam all those decades ago, with all the enthusiasm and potential and happiness and enthusiasm and wonder and beauty of that try-try again thing, I went home and asked Barry to take off my clip pedals and put on my regular pedals.
This Crash Couto needs a little more time.
Adam, this one’s for you!