- walk
- get home from the hospital
- get back to work
- drive
I've never been what one would consider an outdoorsy person, though I did climb up a hill and come down a married man. I also wandered lonely the same countryside as Wordsworth, Coleridge, Byron, Keats, and Shelley. And while as a kid I wasn't much of a cyclist (pretty much throwing in the towel when I hit the curb, landed on my chin, and had to sport a scab goatee for a few weeks in 7th grade), I recently had the opportunity at my brain injury support group to try out a recumbent tricycle, which proved a liberating and inspiring experience. It felt wonderful to be outside and exercising in a way that wasn't a struggle and didn't feel at all treacherous.
So I took to the web and found a local dealer who had a floor model I could rent for a week while considering a purchase. My trusty friend and bike aficionado, Marc, helped me pick it up this weekend; and, so far, I've had the unheard-of pleasure of taking rides down the road with Wyatt on his bike and me on my trike. It's given me a much better use for my old craniotomy helmet:
Of course, I'm already getting ahead of myself and looking into Adventure cycling trips. Maybe I'll even organize a charity ride as part of my book tour (still ahead of myself but at least a vision of progress, not circuitousness).
The metaphor's panning out well for the cards I had made for my upcoming speaking engagement at a brain injury conference:
When is the brain injury conference? I'm glad they're smart enough to get you to come speak! I also like that you're "getting ahead of yourself" I think that smacks of optimism. :)
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