This evening my lungs drew in so much moist sea air that they hurt and created coughs an hour later in protest.
But this evening I made it up my hill. Without stopping. And stroke by stroke. Pedal by pedal.
This evening made my week...almost as much as long awaited phone calls to people I care about. But within a hair's width of difference.
Holy buckets. I feel great...
And a bit congested.
Wishing you mountains crumbled...
Love love love,
K.
13 hours ago
1 comments:
Yay for you! Seriously, as much as we made fun of your hill obsession, I know it's a total change in life for you and I'm proud of you for having such a positive attitude about it. Now have some hot tea for your poor throat. ;-)
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