I’m at 39,000 feet over central Illinois on my way to New York from California. The trip is finally starting, and I’m scared. My cousin Mike and I have been planning and training for this trip for over a year, and as it gets closer, the uncertainties multiply.
Will my legs hold up? After all I will be 70 years old next month, and I haven’t
done anything like this since a 500-mile backpack trip 5 years ago. Do I have the stamina?
Well it looks like I’m going to have to create my blog using iphone notes. I had planned to use a mobile keyboard with my iphone and the new Windows Live Office/MS Word. What I didn’t know before I read the fine print, was that, while Windows Live “supports” the iphone, the support here means “read” not write. $#@%&@#%. Oh well.
I’m finally getting back to my workout regimen after two weeks in Ohio (my niece, Laura’s, graduation from medical school), two weeks in New York (helping my daughter, Jennifer, with her latest art show) and a month of babysitting my grandson Oliver in California. Whew.
I’m just leaving Penn Station in New York headed to Summit, New Jersey to see how bike-friendly the route is. Mike & I will have to take this train to reach the beginning of the first leg of our route down to Virginia.
It looks good, numerous ticket machines, good clearance on the walkways, enough storage on the trains and trains every hour. And a Starbucks at the Summit station.
The ride had been hatched in the Jacuzzi at the Casa Blanca Hotel in Mesquite, Nevada last year. My cousin Mike and I were relaxing after a week-long bike ride. We had covered well over a hundred miles, had been on the trail every day and had loved it. In fact we were ready for more. As we let the heat and bubbles of the spa work their magic, we started talking and dreaming.