. . .can only make me stronger.
In the month of July, there were 19 smiley-face stickers on my calendar. That means I rode my bike 19 days! I'm not talking about just taking a spin around the block, either!
I rode my bike when I felt like it and when I didn't.
I rode in the morning and in the evening.
I rode by myself and with other cyclists.
I rode familiar and unfamiliar debits.
I rode uphill, caught my breath, and took the next hill, too!
In July, I rode my bike 9-TEEN days, yall! Yea, me! I am so much more than a conquerer!
Do you want to know why I ride that bike? I ride it because I don't want to be dead! I'm serious. By the time my maternal grandmother was my age, she was dead. Heart disease. Diabetes. High blood pressure. Pick one.
Every day, I think about not riding that bike. But I don't want my body to give out on me, so I can't give out on my body. One day, my baby will have some beautiful babies of his own, and I intend to ride my bike with them. I want to hear them yelling, "Grandma, you're going too fast!"
So, those things that weakened and afflicted my ancestors, will not have any power over me, but to make me stronger.
Look out August!
TB -- August is ALL FOR YOU!! 6 days in and I've ridden 3 times! You know I want to be the first person to babysit while you enjoy a nice, long ride!
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