My mom would have been 100 today. She got pretty close, 97 3/4. Not so bad.
Has me thinking, as I often do, about my own life. While there would be ample reasons to feel depressed if I were so inclined, I actually have few regrets. In that regard, as in some others, I consider myself very lucky.
12 PM
biking - dark blue bike1:46:41 21.41 mi (4:59 / mi) +1073ft4:45 / mi ahr:114 max:158 weight:137.5lbs
Didn't seem to have much energy today (psychic or physical), so I finally decided to just head out at whatever pace was needed to match my energy. Meandered up the river with a nice tail wind, then back down towards Old Deerfield, still meandering. But along the way I decided that I should ride the trail along the top of Pocumtuck ridge, hadn't done that this year.
But first I had to do the Eaglebrook climb, just take it easy was the plan. But about halfway up that went out the window and i was getting wobbly on the last bit. Unnecessary, in retrospect, but sometimes things just happen.
And then up the dirt road to the towers, a better pace now (slower). And the ridge trail? Didn't feel any headwind because I was too busy dealing with the rocks and roots. But I survived with no incidents, and apparently the bike did too.
And, as is so often the case, even a little bit of something different was enough to turn a blah outing into something interesting. :-)