In late November, at the age of 21, I moved to Los Angeles, California. Taking a Greyhound bus from Denver to Los Angeles, I made the bold decision, with 80 bucks in my wallet, to explore California, live with my brother, and attempt to figure life out.
I’m still not sure if you ever really reach the day upon which you truly figure life out, but in this mad, wild, and abstract journey of my life, I’ve “figured” out a few things.
There are handful of things I’ve “figured” out so far, but I’ll albeit those are surely going to take more than a blog post to discuss. However, one thing I figured out is that I truly love fitness, but gym memberships bore me. And since I lived in North Hollywood without a car, I figured out that not only was biking a great way to get around, but it’s a great fitness regime.
Thanks to not owning a car and not being able to find work in Los Angeles, even with a college degree (aside from being car-less,) I was able to scrounge up some cash, head to the vintage shop Eclectica (in the heart of NOHO,) and buy a bike. Ah, my old, rusty, vintage bike that had been around since the early 80s. My bike had seen many owners and had probably been rode crazy places, but that dirty blue bike was my favorite blue whore. And I rode that bike as much as I could, until it was time for me to leave Los Angeles and say goodbye to my weight-loss savior.
Roughly, my 6ft frame has probably lost 25-30 lbs alone simply by biking, oh, and living on a Ramen Noodle, somedays no-food diet. Yeah, people ask me how I lost weight, and I tell them, “Living in LA without a car, biking and walking everywhere, and being broke.” Harsh reality, but it was my remedy for fighting PCOS (Poly Cystic Ovarian Syndrome) and finally dropping the pounds.
I still have PCOS, but I don’t let it define me. And I might not be broke, (well I still am on that life-after-college survival guide,) but that love of biking I discovered in LA is still strong and in pursuit of even more fitspiration. I’ve been back in the DMV since March, and now that I’m no longer homeless living from hotel to hotel (as well as the car,) I’m settled into life with my parents in Annapolis.
Now that my life is gaining some much-needed normalcy, I’ve dealt with my bike envy, and finally bought myself a brand new Scwhinn.
Craving a need to just be alone and get in the zone, biking (or you can call it cycling) is my way of finding a peace and tranquility that partying (even though I love) doesn’t give me. Yes, I can dance for hours non-stop (sober) and have an adrenaline rush, but biking around Annapolis gives me a new adventure that has unexpected twists and turns. Especially since I’ve never lived over here before, exploring Annapolis on my bike is truly my new addiction. I can knock out 10+ miles, cruise random areas, and end up at the bay watching ships and boats cruise on by.
Biking is of course a great way for me to shed even more weight and stay in great health, but I don’t view it as a workout: riding is a lifestyle. I’m learning new things each day, seeing new neighborhoods, and I’m cruising around town jamming to house music. I don’t worry about who’s texting me or calling me. It’s all about me, myself, and my bike. You don’t need a posse to explore the road…going it alone and pushing yourself to new heights is truly amazing fitspiration. :)