I rode my bike today. I am still almost numb with grief, and still have moments of anguish, as I face the reality of losing my dad so tragically and so suddenly. Yet, I am beginning to enjoy moments of pleasure that I could not have imagined last week, and he would not be pleased with me just sitting around the house. He always encouraged me to get out among others and get involved with people, just as he did. He enjoyed exercise and encouraged us to do it also.
This ride was for Dad. It was an easy, pleasant ride (except for occasional shifting mishaps), and I thought about him the entire time. Sometimes my mind was lost in thoughts of him and I didn't keep up with Hubby or even notice how far back I lagged.
I expected to feel weak after not exercising at all for 2 weeks and eating about half what I normally do (and losing 3 pounds to show for it). Yet, the rest seemed to do me good and gave the tendonitis in my knees time to heal.
No pictures today, just an easy 20 miles on a beautiful, warm, sunny day. Today, it was all about Dad.
Here's a short ride report on my blog.