Yesterday morning, as I do so many Saturdays, I went ahead and got out of bed early only to return to bed later and catch a little more rest.  Yesterday morning, I remember noting just how bright it was in our bedroom when I crawled back into bed.  I remember thinking of all the things that Iwanted to get done.  I felt productive and the day seemed filled with promise.

As I laid in bed, I guess the clouds came out.  With Cody’s arms around me, I realized just how long it had been since we had a morning where we could just stay in. 

Then, the rains came.  All hopes of being productive went out the window.  We wound up sleeping the better part of the day away.  But, I realized just how much we needed that time.  In fact, my day was productive but it wouldn’t couldn’t been seen by the looks of my house, or yard, or even on my computer.  But, I knew better.

After we rolled out of bed, I walked on the treadmill and then took my shower.  Because we hadn’t thawed anything out, we decided to go out to eat.  As the sunset on our way into town, we both remarked at how wonderful our day had been.  We needed yesterday.  I thought about how glad I was that Cody had not gone to the deer lease and that my plans for the day had changed when I crawled back into bed.

I’ve been reviewing the training necessary for my 60 mile walk. One of the activies each week is Cross Training- Something that gets your heart rate up. While it mentions pilates, I don’t find that it gets my heart rate going that much. As time goes on, the cross training is suppose to be 45 minutes, 2x a week. Pilates doesn’t take me that long. The exercise ball routines I do aren’t that long either. So, I started thinking about what I could do. It’s no secret that I need to start exercising again and that Cody ought to exercise to. He doesn’t like the treadmill and really doesn’t like walking. As I started thinking about options for my cross training, I started thinking about what we could do together. We talked about it at lunch last week. We talked about riding bicyles.

But we wound up where we always do. His idea is to ride this trail that runs beside a creek in town. It’s got some steep hills and steep drop offs on narrow parts of the trail.

My reply to him: “I’m too old for that”. I never did ride off the neighborhood streets growing up. I didn’t learn to ride my bike without training wheels until 2nd grade. And, that was after teaching myself to do it. As a kid, when you learn new things, you’re fearless. You don’t consider the consequences. As I told him, I now know what fear is and I’m not ready to try to do something that could carry those consequences.

I still, after a million conversations about not riding this particular path, wasn’t sure that he got it. I mentioned roller blades.

His reply, “I’m too old for that. I would definitely hurt myself”. I knew I had him there.

I explained that what he felt about that was what I felt about biking on that trail. And finally, after literally years of talking about getting bicycles, we found a compromise. We’ll ride at the deer lease. We bought bikes yesterday and will hopefully get to go on our first ride tomorrow.

We’re both especially keen on the fact that no one will be around to see us ride for the first time in sooooooo many years.