My son, who is now 17, asked me to ride our bicycles from Pittsburgh, PA to Washington, D.C.; we will go via the Great Allegheny Passage and the C/O Canal Towpath. I am 58.
We did a 50 mile practice ride today. Now, it really is not that hard to ride 50 miles on a bicycle. But, I notice how my son surges on absent-mindedly and then slows so that I catch up. I can tell I am a tortoise to his hare. I notice that he barely broke a sweat today and his breathing was never labored. I am tired; a nice tired, not worn out, but tired. I think he is going for a run while we wait for my wife to return home. My left Achilles tendon is tight and sore (I tore it when I was 19). My left knee is getting stiff, and my butt is a little sore.
I guess there is no turning the hands of the clock back four decades. Sometimes I just see in him what will never be for me again.
I should be thankful I could spend this beautiful day God gave us riding with my son, and I am; I truly appreciate my great fortune and His blessings. It just occurs to me how true it is that our life vanishes like a mist in the air.
Drove to and from the trail today in the truck. How much better can a day get?
I hope your day was as good, regardless your age.
We did a 50 mile practice ride today. Now, it really is not that hard to ride 50 miles on a bicycle. But, I notice how my son surges on absent-mindedly and then slows so that I catch up. I can tell I am a tortoise to his hare. I notice that he barely broke a sweat today and his breathing was never labored. I am tired; a nice tired, not worn out, but tired. I think he is going for a run while we wait for my wife to return home. My left Achilles tendon is tight and sore (I tore it when I was 19). My left knee is getting stiff, and my butt is a little sore.
I guess there is no turning the hands of the clock back four decades. Sometimes I just see in him what will never be for me again.
I should be thankful I could spend this beautiful day God gave us riding with my son, and I am; I truly appreciate my great fortune and His blessings. It just occurs to me how true it is that our life vanishes like a mist in the air.
Drove to and from the trail today in the truck. How much better can a day get?
I hope your day was as good, regardless your age.