that kept me in good shape for that mother-of-all-MS-attacks. It was so unexpected. So devastating. But thankfully one of my main loves was riding my bicycle. Like I’ve said previously, I book a 2,000+ mile year the year before I went down. I was feeling pretty decent.
But alas, riding form can’t hang out forever. I’ve began putting on weight so as soon as the wind dies down I’ve got to start pushing peddels a little further than stearnts. I’ve got to get 90, and go further.
Wish me luck!