What does it mean to “Get Back on the Horse”?
According to Urban Dictionary:
Def. 1 (verb) To attempt the same challenging action after failure. Apparently derived from an old adage: “You have to get back on the horse that threw you.”
I totally agree. It is important to not let adversity prevent you from doing what you want to do, and failure might hurt, but at least it is a sign that you have tried.
The horse the threw me was my bike and I needed to get back on it after biting the pavement while out riding at Dicky Beach.
Our greatest glory is not in never failing, but in rising up every time we fail. Ralph Waldo Emerson
I did it and hopped back on my bike yesterday!
Dean and I went for a ride along part of the Tweed Shire Cycleway Network.
We set out from where we are staying at Hastings Point and rode north along the cycleway until we reached Mantra on Salt Beach at Kingscliff.
The weather was lovely and although it was a little late when we set out (we should have left at 8:30 am instead of 10:00 am), it didn’t feel overly hot when we returned just after midday.
It was lovely riding along beneath the canopy that covers section of the path with a cool sea breeze blowing and under the canopy that covers the path in some sections. I must admit though, Dean kept squirting me with icy cold water from his drink bottle and I have a long-sleeved shirt to wear AND we both slathered up with plenty of sunscreen.
I was extra careful but had a moment of panic when this fellow scurried across the path. My heart was in my throat, but at least I was able to get my phone out and take his picture.
Next time I’ll try to remember to take my camera, the photo doesn’t do him justice. He was HUGE – at least compared to the little geckos I’m used to seeing.
I was a little nervous riding my bike on the cycleway because of all the sand and because I’m still sporting missing skin and bruises where various parts of my body hit the concrete and where various parts of my bike hit me.
I didn’t want a repeat episode that caused more aches and pain and moaning and groaning. I think Dean might be tiring of listening to my complaints, but in all honesty, I would stop IF ONLY he’d quit poking my bruises and snickering as he asks “Does that hurt?”.
He is such a child!
All complaints, aches and pains and bumps and bruises aside – I am really glad we made the decision to bring our bikes with us.