Bicycle Awareness Month



On the last of this week's days off, I took to the streets on the bicycle.  I'm trying to get back in to the habit of riding on a regular basis.  The months long hiatus from doing so has been due to the muscle spasms I experience on a near hourly basis.  Most of the time, the pain is bearable, but formerly they they were excruciating.  Maybe getting back in to some sort of regular occurring physical activity will help minimize the spasms.  Today I felt well enough to attempt an outdoor adventure.  Usually I try to stay away from the primary thoroughfares, mainly for my own safety.  Bicycle laws allow for full use of the road just as if I was any other slow-moving vehicle, but most people don't realize that.  (Yes, I just indirectly called these people ignorant.)  At one point, I rode on the sidewalk, which I can't stand to do.  Since I took the chance of riding without a helmet, I felt this was the best course of action.  The destination was Victory Forest Park.  Many times have I passed by here wanting to walk the trail, but vehicle parking is non-existent.  This provided a great excuse to get out the trusty bicycle for a morning ride.  Far from any other park I've experienced, it is very narrow in width but runs for about a mile or so.  I took the full distance in stride and really enjoyed the experience.  Of course, the cycling to and from the apartment was also very lazily ridden.  Before the month of May expires, be sure to get out on your bicycle in order to create awareness.

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