No, I can't.
I can't tell you my one flaw. (Promise, there's just the one. I'm basically perfect.)
Alright, fine. But no laughing, ok?
I. Can't. Ride. A. Bike.
Hey! I said no laughing! Somehow throughout my life I never mastered the art of biking. Have I ridden on a bike? Yes. Here's when:
1) When I was about 11, I rode my grandmother's bike with no problems. P.S. It had 3 wheels and a nifty basket.
2) On a trip to Europe with classmates, everyone decided on a bike ride around Salzburg. Rather than tell them I couldn't, I just got on and pedaled. And crashed. Repeatedly. For hours. I ended up walking it back to our hostel.
3) When I lived in Germany at 16, I finally decided enough was enough and tried to go on a bike ride with my mom. Once I got on, the seat broke. Sign from God? I say yes.
So there you have it. My long and distinguished cycling career. I could handle the running in a tri, could train to get my swimming up to par, but then....? Well, if I can push the bike the whole way, I'd be fine.
P.S. When people tell me "it's as easy as riding a bike," I cry a little inside.
Fess up. I need confessions from each and every one of you to make me feel better about myself!
I'm not kidding. Spill, people.
What's something you want to learn?
I'd love to learn: to speak a new language, to ride a bike, and to grow an amazing garden!