This Saturday and Sunday was another set of days worth celebrating. I’m starting to get into the rhythm of leaving the wheelchair at home each weekend. It feels less like a risk and more like a reasonable choice. (So maybe it’s time to think of a new challenge?) Ben and I headed up to Santa Rosa, spent all day outside, slept in the car in a beautiful place, and attended a BBQ festival. I also did my longest bike ride yet: 24 miles through wine country. Most of the ride smelled like fennel and there were many orderly rows of grapes. I loved it. My previous longest ride was 14 miles… so there were certainly portions towards the end when I was loving less, simply pedaling more. Ben, who was running with me for the ride, suffered to a greater degree. I failed to tell him in the beginning how long this ride was going to be… mostly because I decided in the middle. So now that I want bike rides in the twenty-mile range, we will have to come up with something other than the bike-run method. I’m still a very slow biker — too slow for Ben to also be biking and enjoy it. But I’m getting too strong for the bike-run. Would twenty miles of skateboarding be more enjoyable? Ben didn’t like my idea of him purchasing an arm bike for our rides.