Next project. Another bike race. That was fun.
It's been a really busy week, so I apologize that I haven't gotten back here with a report on Greta's Run. It was an absolutely amazing experience. The Run had a couple of different groups. I rolled with the wheelchair racers and the recumbent handcycles in the front of the race. That meant that I had the whole course in front of me and permission to fly!!! I completed 5K in about 17 minutes, and received a medal. Third place female within the wheelchair group.
Next project. Another bike race. That was fun.
When I go to physical therapy, I get homework. I have tried going to PT and then getting bored with the homework after a couple of days. It doesn't work like that. Last summer I went to PT, and I do my PT exercises before my shower every morning. It has changed my life. (It's actually important to do them first, if I wait until after breakfast on the weekends, I'm less likely to do them.)
So I suggest. If you are fortunate enough to go see PT (or anybody else that gives exercises) try doing them. It's a game changer. It really does work.
I am going to have an amazing outing in 2 weeks. Tom is going to help me make the trip to Westfield, NJ to participate in Greta's Run. It's going to be amazing.
In the meantime the cold and wet weather has given me a cold. :-) This to shall pass.
One of the things that I did recently for my library is work on getting a display together to support disabilities awareness month. This meant getting a recommended booklist from the disabled students club. I decided to start reading some of the books they recommended. So with a big shout out to Beyond the Limits, I really want to say how much I enjoyed The Running Dream by Wendelin Van Draanen.
Jessica is a track star and her high school. She finds running a deeply spiritual experience. Her pain runs very deep when her team bus is in an accident and she has the lower part of one of her legs amputated. She is able to run again because the track team decides to raise money to buy her a running prosthesis. This really reminds me of the profound importance of support from community and loving family. I ride because of the support I receive from T. I am very, very grateful.
Where does my Gekko go, now that it has stopped raining? The Public Library.
As we wait for the snow to melt, it"s a moment to understand and appreciate the corner of my living room. This is a picture of my Gekko, folded. Safe and warm, not covered in snow. To say that I'm eager for Spring to return is an understatement.
One of the things about the Gekko is getting it into the house, after it is folded. I had reassured T before he left the house that it would be no problem, "I'm a determined woman." Well, as I think about our first trip into the house, it took every ounce of determination I had. Lifting it up one step at a time was doable, but out there on the edge of my comfort zone. I did get the job done.
It really is true. I am a determined woman. I need to treasure that, as I work my craft, and work on getting some additional articles published.
Thursday was an amazing day for multiple reasons. Clearly, the weather was amazing. A gift of a Spring day before winter returned. I took delivery of a new tricycle on Thursday. I now have a HP Velotechnik FX 20 Gekko. I bought it from New York City Recumbent Supply. Thank you, thank you to Robert for his patience, while I worked the my process. to get to this point.
Thursday was amazing. I rode a total of 8.6 miles, partly because my GPS malfunctioned at one point and I went round and round in circles. Very comfortable.
The best thing about the Gekko is that it's housebroken. It folds. It is, right now, parked in a corner of my living room, not outside in the snow that has returned to haunt us. Where can I go to complain about it being really too cold to ride?
Years ago I attended a workshop that promoted exercise, particularly as a sensual experience. Today was that kind of day. I went riding into town to pick up a prescription.When I left it was just sprinkling. I was warm and comfortable in a rain jacket and rain pants. On the way back the rain changed and became more soaking. Decided to go home and change and be at peace.
It's a peculiar kind of craziness that rejoices in being cold and wet, because it then feels so good to become warm and dry again.
Another form of craziness. Given the choice between walking and riding, I would much rather ride.
I have been developing a theory. I am now traveling with a rollator. This means that when elevators are not working, I need to navigate stairs and escalators. It's remarkable that when people step up to help me, they almost inevitably say things like:
"I know, my mother is a quadriplegic."
"I know, my brother has a walker."
I believe that as almost shadow community to the mobility challenged, there are people who have been "inoculated" or sensitized.
Does this ring true?
My union (http://www.psc-cuny.org/) successfully negotiated a new contract. A moment to offer high praise and honor to all of my colleagues who worked so hard to bring this about. Part of the new contract is a retroactive pay increase.
So,if I receive a windfall, where does it go? Well, if you are the three wheeled librarian, it's easy. I am planning to buy a new tricycle. Going to wait until the early Spring, but I promise plenty of pictures and a whole new series of the places I go.
Part of the background of this is that my husband and I currently are "car free." I was struggling to find time to ride, until I had to. It's amazing how many places I can ride, when it's really needed. I have discovered evening riding as one of my absolutely favorite things to do.
Why three wheels?
My name is Robin Brown. This is a picture of my "magic carpet." When I'm at work it's probably parked at the commuter rail station about a mile from my house. I get to ride three wheels because my right leg doesn't like to show up for work. I flunked riding two wheels.