I was born as a middle child and the middle girl. I married a middle child. I'm a middlin parent, have developed a bit of a middle and, as my children like to remind me, I have hit middle age. I like to keep in mind this poem by Elzayyat: "Is it here already, the middle? You can't know unless you know the end. Is a new day round the bend? You must know the number, to answer the riddle."
Thursday, May 3, 2012
Hard Things
So to most of you this wouldn't be hard but I feel like it is an accomplishment. My good friend Diane talked me into going out on the bike this morning. I am rather a klutz and I was envisioning something like is in this video:
Luckily all went well and we biked over 6 miles. Just followed the highway so nothing to extreme except the last bit home - which there is no way to go but up. We made it and so I am feeling proud of myself. My quads and behind will feel it tomorrow but I might convince let her talk me into going farther next time. I think I want some more padding though (It looks like I have plenty but it never seems like it when I am on my bike). Always nice to accomplish something.
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