Nothing makes me feel more like a kid than riding my bike in the early morning sunshine, breeze blowing through my hair, books in the front basket rattling as I go over bumps.
Nothing makes me feel less like a kid than climbing the stairs to the office, red-faced and winded, legs a little shakey from the ride.
It was a long, sedentary winter.
Monday, May 22, 2006
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I *can* stand up and pedal to pick up speed, but with my backpack (including laptop) on my back I do get a little nervous about it. Maybe we should find some spot to ride together, two out-of-shape 12-year-olds...
I hopped on a swing Saturday afternoon when I was at the park with my boys. It was really inspiring. I was eight years old again, and I felt as free as a bird!
L. Mama
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