It's not often that I am reminded of how lucky I am to have a healthy and happy life with great family, friends, weather, food, etc. (the list goes on!)
On a random Saturday afternoon J and I decided to pay my favorite street of palm trees a visit. And ooh were they just gorgeous.
I suddenly realized half way up this hill that I was falling behind.
A quick sigh later, I wiped my unexplainably large forehead and lifted my heavy right foot.
Ugh, I groaned inwardly. I pushed the pedal forward, switch, push with the other foot, switch.
"Look! Another biker!" J exclaimed and whizzed away while mimicking a race car's roar.
I watched in dismay as he accelerated forward while leaving me, quite literally, in his dust. I paused for a second to look down on my feet. Are you two ready?
I pushed the right pedal hard and transferred that intensity to my left pedal. I began to get into a steady rhythm and stood up to keep my momentum.
"J! Look at me!" I squealed.
J looked over and my legs nearly gave out.
I shall never go bicycling again.