You and Your Wheel = A Team
I fell off my wheel pretty hard tonight and strained a back muscle. As soon as I knew I was (mostly) okay and I was able to stop crying and gasping for breath, I crawled over to my wheel and gave it a little kiss.
That might seem odd. But I feel like, as I sometimes do, that my wheel was trying to remind me that we are a team. In preparing for the Wheel World Championships that are coming up in just a week and a half, I've been so stressed out and in my own head. I've forgotten that wheel isn't all about me. It's about US. Us = me and my wheel.
As a rule, I don't care for team sports. They are fun to watch, but they aren't my thing. I've always had an independent streak, and I would much, much rather do something with an outcome that is entirely controlled by me rather than something with an outcome that's due to a team effort. It's not that I don't trust other people; it's just that I like to depend on myself and answer only to me.
When I fall off my wheel, it is a gentle reminder that wheel is a team sport. The team is small and it only has one human on it, but it's a team nonetheless. I can't do anything without my wheel... and my wheel can't do anything without me. We need each other.