Sunday, May 12, 2013

The Roses

Sometimes I get frustrated. Okay, I'm not a spring chicken anymore at 54, even if I did ride almost 12,000 miles last year, and (finally) broke a 300-mile Wisconsin state record I dreamed of when I first rode across the state in one day back in 1982, over 30 years ago.

Sometimes I get frustrated with my recovery, which I've been told will take somewhere between 1 and 3 years. And then come the reminders from friends that give me permission to be patient, to stop and smell the roses.

Those are friends worth listening to, and worth keeping.

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