I am a runner. Always have been. But for the last ten months I have been sidelined by injury. While low-impact work-outs keep me in shape physically, they do nothing for my spirit. I miss the freedom of getting outdoors and running terribly. I have not felt whole these last ten months.
Earlier this week I found my brother's old road bike. Today I put new tires and tubes on it and took it out of a "quick spin." Forty minutes later I forced myself to stop. I found an incredible sense of freedom once again speeding down a country road on that bike today. Granted, it's not running, but I still cannot run and if I still can't run, at least I can ride. And sorry Jack... consider your old bike stolen property.
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