Getting it Together.

CE1B89E9-77BC-4B6C-B563-C6D8A85DF0FDA couple of posts back I indicated that I was fed up with blogging.  That was me telling me I was depressed.  Depression is not something one can just shrug off.  On the other hand it is not something to wallow in.  I was very lucky that a couple of friends invited me to join them on a bushwalk and picnic day, which I mentioned in my previous entry.  A bit of social interaction was what I needed, along with some good challenging exercise.  I have not been walking far lately, and not at all off smooth pavement.  Uneven ground is painful to my knees and leaves me feeling precariously likely to stumble and trip at any time.  I rely more and more on my walking stick.  That is why swimming is my best option.   In the water I am weightless. And painless. However, as things begin to improve I can manage walking better than I could. I should build on that.

My physiotherapist has been encouraging me to ride a bicycle.  I gave two bikes away when I left Katanning, because it was painful to ride them.  But my recent experience with an Exercycle suggests I should give it another go. I could ride to the pool. It is only 4.5 km from home, and flat all the way. But I was concerned that I could end up unable to get back if something goes wrong.  The pain can become crippling.  I thought about it carefully, did a bit of research on line, and slept on it a bit.  Then I ordered an Ebike. It has a 250W electric hub motor powered by an 16 Ah lithium battery.  This can assist my pedalling, so I get the movement and some exercise, but it can also propel me without my input if necessary.  It has a range of 80km on a charge. So it can get me around.  It is a mountain bike, with 26’ wheels and dual suspension, so I can use it on the bush trails on Bribie.  Or on the hard sand of the beach at low tide.  Sounds like a plan.

 

Author: Uisce úr

Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.

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