My 80 years have not been lived without learning something. I haven't been asleep in my recliner all these years, you know. Now, to add to advanced age, snail-like run pace. Unstable and often painful knee, no road experience in over a year on the bike, and on and on, ad nauseam.
Now, to discourage me further, and send me off to permanent retirement in reclinerville, to become and a fearful follower of the media, here comes COVID. My wife and son are down with and having been exposed, I wait my turn for a little more misery.
While it is early in this quest that I haven't even explained yet, this certainly is a hope dasher, taking away a lot of the rah-rah that great beginnings often have. Whatever is trying to stop me is surely making it easier to quit. But I have found that easy roads seldom lead anywhere really worth going to. It's the climbs that make the course. So, when and if I get COVID and, God willing, I recover from it, I'm still going for the climb. One can die on the mountain, or melt away like ice cream on a hot day in a recliner.
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