Lance and Me - Irony VII

A few days away. Even sick and out-of-work people get to take a few days off.

The mother of one of MyKid's classmates invited us to Fire Island. The weather was grey and overcast, but the companionship was wonderful. The children got along and were active.

I was able to rest and MyKid could be busy, outdoors and exercise some independence. It was a beautiful gift. Thank You MsL.

During the week, bikes are allowed. Walking was difficult. Standing for more than 2-3 minutes very hard.

I was suggested to try to ride a bike. And I did. And it was good. As long as the ground was flat. Our host said, I was like Lance Armstrong. He couldn't run, but he could ride.

I've never been compared to Lance Armstrong before. But, I was so thrilled. So invigorated.

So, here's Irony VII: Yoga as wonderful as it was, wore me out, but bike riding left me winded but capable to carry on during the day.

One last note: MyKid's latest name for me: A Blown Up Grown Up.