Frustration is a bike speedometer -- excuse me, "cyclocomputer" -- that quits working properly after only about 5 days.
Fortunately, mine didn't start acting up until after I got a chance to measure the distance (12.55 miles) from our front door out to Sully Road, Rte. 28. For the last couple weeks, this has been where I've usually biked to. (Because I take a slightly different route home -- up into Reston Town Center to drink some water, eat some peanut butter crackers, and read a little bit, and, when I'm almost home, an extra couple blocks to avoid a hill that I don't even like to walk up -- the round trip clocks in at 25.5 miles.)
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If nobody else has said anything, let me be one to say that you should be proud of what you are accomplishing on your bike....physically and emotionally. May it always be thus !
Jack
Thanks, Jack.
I don't know about "proud," though; I'm just doing something I enjoy. I admit that I'm kind of surprised that I do enjoy it. I always used to tease joggers that they were like gerbils and hamsters, just running for the sake of running. Now I'm pedaling for the sake of pedaling.
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