I rode my bike. For the fist time since the accident. If I were mangled, that might seem great, but truth is, I've just been a chicken.
My fiance decided that I've become miserable, and talked me out for a good old fashioned trail ride. We went 20 miles, flat, at a nice easy pace. It was really nice to be out. I may do it again. Okay, it was GREAT to be out, and I'm looking forward to going again.
Imagine, a cyclist needing to ride a bike to be happy...
Be yourself, to the extreme!
Lori, I'm glad you made it out for a nice, easy ride. It's awesome that your fiance talked you into it and you're less chicken now.![]()
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Yay KathiCville!
Good for you tofu!