I have some friends I know from the gym. All of us embrace the active lifestyle and for the past few years we’ve met EARLY on Sunday mornings for a bike ride. We roll out at 6 a.m. in order to accommodate my need to get to church on time and the rest of the group’s need to get to Cracker Barrel. I happen to be the youngest member of this little group; Lenny, in his mid 70s is the oldest.
I wasn’t able to join the group rides during the Spring as my surgeon had not yet cleared me to ride. One crash and my foot surgery would have become a waste of time, effort and agony. When I finally met up with the group mid summer, Lenny wasn’t there. I later learned that he can no longer ride the hills that are a part of our usual route. I was told he missed cycling terribly.
I reached out to Lenny and told him that if he wanted, he and I could meet the group, but we would take a different, flatter course. He loved the idea, so that’s exactly what we’ve been doing.
I ask Lenny to plot the course and set the pace. When he appears to become tired I trump up the need to stop and take a photograph. It takes us about 45 minutes to ride five miles, but that doesn’t matter. What matters to me is a kind and wonderful friend has the opportunity to participate in an activity he enjoys. As a bonus, I have some one -on-one time with someone who is older and wiser. One can’t have too many wise influences.
In a few short weeks the mornings will be darker and cooler. Lenny and I will have to put our Sunday morning rides on hold until next Spring. I hope he’ll be in good enough shape to cycle. Heck, I hope I’ll be in good enough shape to do so.
If we can’t cycle, perhaps we’ll walk…or meet at Cracker Barrel…and solve the world’s problems.