I was lamenting (whining) about being stuck inside. I can’t drive. Limited stamina. Sometimes, I have trouble expressing myself. So I ride an indoor bike and do weights in the basement. Staring at the walls and trying to ignore all the things I can’t do and pushing myself to thing about everything I’ve already learned to do again.
My wife figured out a way to make a bike ride happen, with enough compromises between us to make it work.
She would drive me and the bike to a portion of the bike path that was flat and straight. I used her electric bike, so that I can rely on battery power if I got tired.
She would walk, even though the temperature fell a few degrees below zero.
We would set a time to turn around and meet at the car.
It was magical.
We didn’t get the timing exactly right, but that’s ok. I love cycling and to be outside drains all the angst away and restores hope. Thank you.
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