Saturday, June 4th was intended to be the day that I rode my bike 100 miles alongside a few of my friends at the Tour de Cure Twin Cities. I’d trained for 16 weeks and then, when I was out walking my dog as I explained in my last blog; I fell and broke my ankle. No bike ride for me on June 4th, not with my leg in the air boot.
Breaking my ankle twice in two years makes me feel old. I rarely feel old. My approach to aging is to generally remind myself that most of aging is a state of mind. I rarely talk of aches and pains. I am very committed to keep my body moving. Then, I break my ankle and … Read moreCycle until you’re 88 and beyond