Before my last weight loss endeavor ended at the close of 2012, I was making
plans to get back into cycling — a love I'd lost for years; a flame I was hoping
to rekindle. I'd loved cycling in my youth. I'd even brought my bike with me
on vacations so I could ride during my visit. One of the best and hardest places
I rode was on an Army post jointly operated by the US and host country Panama.
Talk about hill work — there were plenty of hills to ride just on post. I'd
even spent some time without a car while I was there — I would ride down this
big long curvy hill to the commissary with my seabag on my back, then ride back
up that hill laden with groceries. Living there gave me plenty of opportunity to
exercise.
I was downstairs the other day doing some maintenance on our water softener
when I spied my bikes. I was surprised when I tapped myself on the shoulder and
whispered, "You know, you're under 230 now. You could ride those over the winter."
I've been keeping the notion in the back of my head since then.
Four years ago I was getting all of the pieces together to do exactly this —
start riding on a trainer in the basement in the evenings.
My final post to the
cycling page shows exactly where I left off.
Maybe I can actually do this.
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