The pneumonia is loosening its grip on my lung; my appetite came back with a vengeance, and I stopped needing the pain meds they gave me. So, with my doctor's permission if not his blessing, I took my bike up to the mountains on Saturday, and did about 15 miles on the flats. I took them slow - I wasn't just passed by a jogger, he left me behind in the dust - and stopped pretty often, drinking lots of water.
I was born in Denver, and crossed the Continental Divide before I was a week old. And I've loved mountains ever since then. Hiking, camping, swimming, or just being around them ... being able to combine that with one of my other favorite things, a bike, was heaven. The sun even came out ( almost unheard of this year ) and there's still a bit of snow on the peaks. This might have been the best day ( so far ) of the year.
Sorry about the obnoxious watermarks; I'm going to put a few of these on my photo site, where they'll surely be "borrowed."