Several weeks ago the brother started pushing this idea of me getting into the exciting world of mountain biking. Knocking my socks off with a few of his cycling testimonies plus a promise he would hand me over one of his two-wheeler at no cost. Apparently, behind his words was the real message: “Go Get Some Exercise.” Had to say no but for some flimsy excuses. First, I’ve got no time for that and I prefer if my daily skeds are not to be disrupted. Second, Manila is no safe place for urban biking and the next risk-free place would be about 20 miles. Which leads me to my third excuse, I doubt if my lungs or my legs would allow me even a 10 -mile pedal.
I could think of a dozen more excuses if I have to but it all boils down to the truth – I’m too out of it. (I’m a daydreamer remember? And would rather watch the paints dry.) However, assuming my position vs. his, there’s no argument especially considering the fact that you can’t have one of these things for free nowadays. And so I lost my case and I won me a mountain bike. And just before he flew back to his work overseas, I took the MTB. An off-road, all-terrain brawny trail bike. And believe me, on my first Sunday morning ride, I found just the right spot for me. Away from the street full of whizzing cars, a few pedals away and a gentle place to hang out to.
The breakwaters of Manila bay!