I am back from my walk. I managed to burn 633 calories, not as much as cycling, but that is ok. I met one mountain biker cycling up the mountain as I was walking down, an older male of course.

I actually thought the situation was funny. I think Aunt Jean is one of the older ladies who doesn't move her body, who sits and watches soaps all day, and who cooks dinners that are a variation of noodles, hamburger and canned cream of mushroom soup with cups of melted cheese on top. I don't think it has occurred to her to take up cycling because she is happy not moving her body. I hope that makes sense.

I think what ignited her torch is that I entered the condo and she learned that another cyclist had changed her cycling schedule to show up at the memorial party, but her husband would not do so. In reflecting back on the conversation, it is my hunch that her husband has probably registered for this year's Cycle Oregon. That event draws the older male cyclists, and I estimate 70-80% of the cyclists are males over the age of 60. He probably hasn't told Aunt Jean because of the cost outlay. And he is probably on some sort of training schedule for it. I know last year's tour was extremely vigorous, with daily rides of 50 to 90 miles that were all climbs up a mountain range.

Anyway, it was interesting to view a bike widow's perspective. She is not a happy lady.

Darcy