My new friend at Knees and Paws has introduced a "Saturday Scraps" meme. We are to write or photograph memories, thoughts, whatever defines us. We are joined in a crazy quilt of sorts through our fellow bloggers' individual squares of memory and experience.
One week of Constant Ankle Brace down. I'm encouraged. The swelling in my right ankle is down so much, and it's feeling very back to normal. Because of this, I need to stay extra disciplined about wearing the brace until I see the doctor again. It's so tempting to go without it - it's hot and uncomfortable - but I don't want the improvement to reverse because I got complacent.
L and I went for our first "real" bike ride on Saturday. We took the bike trail along the Santa Ana Riverbed, starting at around 3:00 in the afternoon. The temperature was perfect, and a light breeze was blowing. The trail can get pretty crowded in the morning - lots of cyclists and walkers. And, with my history of mowing things down, I didn't want to take chances by riding in a lot of cycling traffic. We'd ridden around close to home a few nights during the week, and so I was pleasantly surprised at how I was able to keep up and not get too tired out. Actually, what got tired first was my butt. I am ok for the first little while but by the time we'd ridden a little over 3 miles, I needed to give my seat a rest from the bike seat.
To our right, at this point, was the riverbed, and it was full of ducks, and those beautiful white ibis. (Too bad L didn't get them in this shot.) The ducks quacked happily and the ibis stood on their stork-like legs and watched us pedal past.
To our left was a park, and this is where we stopped to rest, in the shade of a covered bench that was complete with bike racks. We drank our water and watched other cyclists and walkers go by. L had his Precious with him (his i-Phone) and he turned on the i-Pod feature so we could listen to music. Precious also has an app that kept track of our mileage and the time it took to reach said mileage. (I TOLD you L was going to get that app!)
After a short rest we started back. It soon became obvious that this way was more difficult as 1) We were going against the wind, and 2) It was more uphill. No wonder that first half had seemed so pleasant! But I was happy with myself - I was able to keep up the pace, and never once had to get off my bike and walk it up a hill. I thought I might once, but I toughed it out. Next time we go out, we'll have to try to go even farther. I have a friend who, with her husband, has been riding for awhile now, and they rode to the beach and back on Saturday - 25 miles total! She was so nice and encouraging and said we'd be up to that mileage in no time. (Suddenly our 7.3 miles seemed teensy...)
But I'm pleased with myself - pleased that we'd made that much progress in a week. I know I hold L back - he could do a lot more - but it's so kind of him to wait for Wobbly Me to build my strength up. He is the best friend I could ever have.
The week coming up is a busy one. There is work, and somewhere I have to squeeze in a visit to the rheumatologist. Seems that he's unwilling to approve my Enbrel refill since I haven't seen him in a couple of years. My arthritis has been dicey lately so he's right to force me to come in - it'll be good to finally do it, actually.
And THEN - on Friday its off to Denver to spend a long weekend with Rex, Ronna, Lexi, Matthew and Skylee.
We will have a tea party, I will cook all dinners, and I will spend as much time as possible playing with Lexi and Matthew, and perhaps holding and soothing Skylee back to sleep in the wee hours. The weekend will go quickly - too quickly - and I want to enjoy EVERY MINUTE. These little ones are so precious, and I have only short periods of time with them during the year. So I pray for special health and strength to see me through days filled with reading stories, playing games, cooking dinners, rocking babies, and late night girl talk with Ronna. These will be memories that I treasure forever after.