"It's hard to beat a person who never gives up."
Babe Ruth
When challenges come our way, it is easy to quit and give up. I still marvel at the fact that the Lord kept me going on my training for the bike ride. Even now, with as little training as I am doing, it is hard to motivate myself. But I must!
My poor body has been in disuse for so long. Age has nothing to do with it. Being overweight causes the body to really scream when even the slightest exercise begins. But, I must keep on. Remember what the inch worm said?
"Yard by yard, it's hard. Inch by inch, it's a cinch."
I have had numerous comments on the whether or not I should use the helmet that the rat inhabited. I threw out the gloves that it chewed. Today I made my decision. I decided to spray it with a mixture of half water, half Clorox then let it sit in the sun. Tomorrow I was going to also use antiseptic wipes to clean it some more. I went to the garage to start the process and took another look at the helmet. The rat had chewed the very edges of the helmet which would touch my forehead and the sides of my face. It was all jagged from his teeth. That did it!!! Into the garbage it went and I will use a new helmet. But thanks anyway for all the suggestions, my son's comments, notwithstanding.
A HUGE MILESTONE
A huge milestone occurred the day that Don and I spotted cars in the distance. Since we were still on the canal bank that twists and turns through many orchards, it meant only one thing. Hickman Road was up ahead. We had been trying to reach that goal for many weeks and it was such a sense of accomplishment when we saw it in the distance. We rode until our front tires touched the road, turned our bikes around and stopped. Don took out his cell phone and called his wife Wanda and said, “Hey Babe! We just reached Hickman Road.” Wanda burst our bubble when she began to tell Don that a plane had just flown into the World Trade Center in New York City. The date was September 11, 2001. We rode home wondering what horror we would find when we arrived home and turned on the news. We didn't kniow if we were at war, or just what was happening. It was a long and scary ride home. We joined millions of other Americans who found themselves glued to the television for many days. In fact, I don’t think I rode my bike for at least three days because I couldn’t take my eyes off the images on the television screen.
I don't think any of us will ever forget what we were doing when the horrors of 9/11 occured. I can well imagine what was going through yours and Don's minds when you were returning home on your bikes after hearing the news.
ReplyDeleteI guess I don't blame you for throwing out that helmet, if the rat hadn't chewed at it, it would be ok but since you can see where he chewed it and it would be touching your face, then that's a different story! lol
Motivation is sometimes the hardest thing to get, especially if your body is protesting, but a little at a time will go a long way:-) xoxo
Boy do I remember that day. I was home alone, and wanted to tell Don. I guess I didn't realize how terrible it would be for your ride home, not knowing the details, and thinking perhaps we were at war!!!
ReplyDeleteAll America was glued to the TV for days, us included!
Yes, you made the right decision on the rat helmet. You don't need to be part of the "Rat" Squad! Anyone who is doing what you are doing, deserves a new helmet!!!!!
Love and Hugs Barb...You go Girl!!