Last Wednesday evening, my view of the emergency room, wondering if I had a heart attack or stroke. I was polite and kept my boots off the hospital bed. I’m not really that tall.
My daughter told me this morning while I was walking Junior that she wasn’t surprised that I ended up there considering my diet based on the four food groups — hot dogs, potato chips, pretzels with extra salt, and bacon. From my point of view it wasn’t so bad considering I didn’t smoke, drink, and had given up chocolate donuts a long time ago.
Arriving home from work that day I was tired enough to take a nap for about an hour. Kim was on the phone talking to someone about antique bricks when I sat down to have a sandwich and my second bag of potato chips for the day. I noticed my left arm was aching but thought it was probably a result of the two tons of bricks I had moved the previous couple days. Tired, aching arm, a headache beginning and I start to feel a little wobbly even though I am seated at the computer reading Twisted Roads. A recently purchased blood pressure monitor was sitting nearby and I wondered if my blood pressure changes when I don’t feel well.
Normally I’m 117/72.
Strap on the monitor, press the button, listen to the thing pump up and feel my heart pounding in the cuff.
197/109.
“Shit that’s high.” I say to myself. Can’t be right. Wait five minutes and check it again.
227/117.
Now I’m worried. I have been monitoring Kim’s blood pressure for awhile and knew what constituted a crisis event. My arm’s aching and I am having a little trouble drawing a deep breath.
Kim was standing in the living room talking on the phone when I touched her shoulder and said, “Hang up.”
Normally, she might give me a look that says, “Who the hell do you think you are?” but she hangs up immediately and later tells me the look on my face told her something serious was afoot. I tell her she needs to drive me to the hospital now and I head towards the door.
I need to interject two things here. First, Kim is a good driver. Second, I am a terrible passenger. I almost never allow anyone to drive me anywhere. Kim says I am somewhere between cautious and paranoid. We get in the car and she wants to get me to the hospital fast. I’m pushing the invisible brake pedal and ask her to slow down. No wonder I ride a Vespa.
I still can’t figure out how Charlie6 of Redleg’s Rides got me in the sidecar of his Ural on the freeway at night. He must be some sort of Ride Whisperer.
The ER is waiting for me. I begin wondering if our $29.95 blood pressure monitor was giving faulty readings and I am about to be revealed as a fraud and wimp as they wrap a professional BP cuff around my arm. Two nurses begin to ask me questions that Kim wants to answer. I already know they are trying to assess if my brain is working and ask me my birthday over and over again. For an instance I consider pulling their leg but decide against that course of action because I really want to go home.
Vindication — my pressure is 187/108.
Laying in the hospital bed I’m considering what all of this means. One of the first thoughts is no more hearty breakfasts. Somehow oatmeal doesn’t have the same romantic lure of bacon, eggs and potatoes. I’ll have to survive on the fruit and parsley.
Over the next for hours I find out the following:
1. Did not have a heart attack.
2. Did not have a stroke.
3. EKG normal.
4. Blood enzymes and chemistry normal.
5. Chest X-ray shows no enlarging of the heart.
6. I have high blood pressure, take these pills, see my family doctor, change my diet, exercise, grow up .
I know there are a variety of things that will have to be assessed (I see a stress test in my future) but for now I am good to go.
By the time they send me home the pressure has dropped, thanks to some medicine I can’t remember, to 125/80. Still feeling tired but maybe that’s just my laziness coming out or the 4000 pounds of bricks. It was kind of nice napping in the ER and listening to all the chaos. Kim wasn’t having the same good time.
The next morning my BP was 117/72. I was miraculously cured. Didn’t last as the numbers climbed all day even though I was eating a healthy diet. By the evening I was close to the levels of the previous evening for a short time before watching them drop.
Did I say I didn’t take the medication they prescribed?
Same thing today. Start normal and slowly work up through the day though nowhere near the crisis level.
*Sigh*
I guess I have entered Stage I Hypertension. Downloaded a nifty app for the iPhone to record and chart my BP, mean arterial pressure, pulse, weight, and time of day. By the time I see my doctor next week I will have a great set of charts he can use to lecture me about the importance of diet, exercise, and stress reduction.
I would really like to say this blindsided me but I knew something like this was coming. I have been eating like a cartoon character for 50 years. Something was going to happen. I let my boyish figure deceive me into thinking things were AOK.
Thankfully I like riding enough that I want to keep doing it for awhile and will make the shift away from fat, sugar and salt.
Farewill bacon. Goodbye chocolate Tastycakes. Ciao pizza. No more two cheese hot dogs for 99 cents. It’s going to be a sad culinary life.
I think I need a motorcycle to help manage this transition.
Glad to hear it wasn’t a heart attack. I was wondering after seeing the picture of the ER on Twitter.
Steamed vegetables aren’t that bad, eh? Better than the other option…
Richard
Steve:
I am like you. I like chocolate coated donuts, bacon & eggs, bla, bla and cold soda on a hot day. But as Richard says, better than the alternative. We try to eat healthier, fish, chicken, and stay away from fried foods.
If it were a choice between medication or a motorcycle then your choice would be easy-peezy.
take care and eat well
bob
Riding the Wet Coast
Glad it was nothing really bad, but yes you had a big warning. Been there done it. Quitting my way to stressful job that prevents me from having a regular life with time for relaxation and exercise next week myself…
Man, that os freaking terrifying, and we went through nearly the identical thing with the Spouse Thingy two years ago. In his case, he really needed to drop some weight and get his cholesterol under control. He dropped 50 pounds through diet mostly and feels way better than he has in years…but he still has the occasional “bad” meal.
It’s doable. Really it is.
And yes, you totally need a motorcycle. I have a Suzuki Gladius I’ll sell ya for a good price 😉
Glad you’re ok, truly.
What is your age Steve? There are
probably other factors as well. For example your parents’; their demise was as a result of? Or is one or both alive and do they have hypertension? It is hereditary.
Then too if you’re over 50 and under 100 our body starts to fail us. Only in recent times have many of us been long-lived. So as I noted, no more fatty breakfast. A cup of unsweetened tea and dark bread toasted with no margarine or butter and maybe some jam but not even that.
Watch the prepared foods you consume, which are loaded with sodium, and other nasties. Read the labels on food products before purchasing. Everything has sugar of some sort be it natural or added. Ditto sodium.
I can relate although my problem is different. Due to cancer and resulting long-term chemo and the loss of a spleen and one kidney, the so-called helping drugs damaged the lower portion of my heart muscle. No longer have stamina nor the ability to enjoy things I once did. Walking in warm weather is difficult, hence I stay inside in the summer in a cool/cold room. No more motorcycling as it requires effort.I use either a cane or a four-wheeled walker to get around. Oh, and my blood pressure frequently reads very low, 90 over 30 is not uncommon.
You’ll survive Steve, best though to find out now rather than later when a turn around is less likely. Oh, and take that beautiful dog of yours for longer walks, you’ll both be happier.
So now the food shots in your blog are going to be of high fiber, sugerless muffins and a bowl of tofu gruel? Bummer for you and us.
Glad you’re ok, Steve. Do what the doc says. Riding and loving are more important than even bacon and chips, although it’s a close call sometimes.
Hi Steve,
Pleased to hear you are ok, sometimes we need a fright or wake up call to change our way of life. I enjoy a plate of porrage every morning, the one thing I could not get when visiting Colorado last September to see world champion motocross.
Health is precious, especially as we grow older.
All the best from Scotland
Bill Finlayson.
RichardM: Wish now I would have taken more pix in the ER. Fatigue and an overabundance of wires, IV line, and finger monitor made it tough.
Steamed vegetables are fine. Mainly grilled ones the past few days. Had my first bowl of instant, heart healthy, apple cinnamon oatmeal this morning. Ack! That stuff is so sweet. Guess I’ll have to make it from scratch.
bobskoot:
I see this as the next adventure and am ready for the challenge. Everyone proffering salt and sugar will now seem like drug dealers.
Took the first Microzide pill this morning since my average BP and mean arterial pressure have remained high. Was planning to go for a ride but decided to wait and see if it is going to make me dizzy.
I’ll look at motorcycles on the web in the meantime.
Rogier: I suppose the time has arrived to make some adjustments in my life and stop thinking of my body as immune to punishment.
So what kind of job are you departing? Will the Holga play a roll in the future?
Thumper: I feel fortunate that nothing worse happened. I heard the wakeup call and will act accordingly.
Thanks for the kind words of support!
Bryce: No family history of BP problems. At 56 maybe years of bad habits are catching up to me. Diet and exercise will be the first point of engagement with stress reduction next.
Hopefully there won’t be some underlying pathology causing the rise. Until then I’ll take Junior on longer walk. Exhausted him again this morning.
Thanks for your advice and concern.
Doug: Hard to imagine any good breakfast shots anymore but we’ll see. Maybe I’ll turn the camera towards the patrons or staff.
I think I am one of those people who do what the doctor says without question. Have two MD friends — after they finish laughing at me I’ll see what they think.
Bill Fin: I’ll have to see if I can find any Scottish porridge oats to have for breakfast. I’m ready with wooden spoon insight hand prepared to only stir in a clockwise direction.
Glad to hear you’re alright. The older we get, the harder… and HARDER… it gets to stay in reasonably good shape.
Maybe you should try a Burgman. You’re welcome to try ours, since Track & Trail doesn’t have one.
Dude: this is your wake up call. Never mind the motorcycle, it’s time to plan the long ride.
Going to work for myself check out the logo that was inspired by your blog!
http://www.scooter-it.com
Photography will also be a part of it as I am planning to combine scooter travel with photography and audio documentaries.
Let me start out by saying, I was raised by a man who believed in faith healing “if your not feeling well you turn the radio to a religious station, put your hand on it and say I believe. He was 69 when he was diagnosed with high blood pressure, I was 45. I gave up my 6 to 8 cups of coffee a day, now one cup regular one cup decaf, changed my allergy medication, gave up salt & started riding a bike a cardio pace several days a week. I few years later I got off the meds.
I now have a new job where I go into peoples offices that have bowls of candy on their desks. I’ve stopped riding the bike. When I go into the drugstore and check my blood pressure it is slowly climbing. Thanks for the reminder / wakeup call time for a change.
Hi Steve,
Glad to hear you’re ok. I also enjoy lots of yummy, not-exactly-good-for-you foods, but luckily we live in a town where we have access to good quality, healthy foods — so take advantage of that.
My father-in-law had high blood pressure — he didn’t want to take the meds the doc prescribed, so he made it his goal to bring down his BP naturally. And he was successful — by cutting out salt. I know, tragic right? It was slow going at first, but he said he got his taste buds back — things that weren’t salty tasted so, and things that were salty didn’t taste good. So that could be an option.
Here’s a good cookbook if you’re interested: http://www.amazon.com/No-Salt-Cookbook-Eliminate-Without-Sacrificing/dp/1580625258
Best of luck! I’m on a mission to lose some weight — it’s not easy when the world’s best pizza joint is within walking distance of my house!
~ Gina
Poppawheelie: Finding time, or rather making time to exercise is a big concern since I tend to like inaction. Circumstances demand action though.
Thanks for the offer of the Burgman. I’ll have to think about that.
Conchscooter: Already started.
Rogier: Nice business idea. Keep us informed on how the documentaries are going. Love to see what you do.
Grasshopper: Thanks for the head’s up on the cookbook. I’ll have a look. Need to start thinking about alternative foods. There is a pizza place AND a candy store here. Temptation is everywhere.!
Low Buck Rider: I have a couple people at work who keep big containers of salty pretzels on their desk. And there are plenty of candy dishes too. One vendor brings a huge bag of hard pretzels and about 50 yards from my office is the Penn State Creamery with Death By Chocolate ice cream.
That flavor has new meaning.
I’m with conchscooter on this one. And I’m very glad you’re otherwise okay. Ten days in a hospital having my infected toes removed was not a fun time…
__Orin
Scootin’ Old Skool
Dang Steve, am late to this posting but glad that things are OK right now for you.
Weren’t you the one who called bacon “the candy of meat”? I love that phrase as much as I love the taste of crisp bacon, bummer that you have to leave it behind but the rest of us need to keep enjoying your photography. I know, it sucks, but that’s all I got.
Nurse Chang prescribes taking your medicine and more riding…..
As to how I got you to ride in the Ural’s sidecar, I think it was morbid fascination on your part as to how a machine could continue functioning while making such awful noises at times…..I didn’t notice any reticence or cringing on your part so assumed you were having a good time! : )
dom
ps: BTW, I personally am going with this healthy living regime: “Eat Right, Exercise, Die Anyway”
Redleg’s Rides
Colorado Motorcycle Travel Examiner
Funnily enough two weeks ago I ended up in the ER with a reaction to the BP medicine I’ve been taking for years. Go figure.
Glad you took action and got yourself to the ER . . . and glad your committed to taking action on lifestyle.
On a side note, I must be the only person in the world who doesn’t like bacon.
Take care of yourself I grown accustomed to your blog.
~Keith
Steve,
Be prepared to learn a whole new vocabulary and develop a new set of priorities. I was diagnosed with lymphatic cancer 11 months ago and am currently undergoing a bone marrow transplant.
Take that long ride as soon as you are able. Next year may be too late.
As for oatmeal, forget the instant stuff. Just get some old fashioned rolled oats and flavor them to your satisfaction. Cheaper and taste better too.
Glad to hear you are OK.
Take. The. Meds.
Or my wife “the nurse” will come up and explain the facts of life to you and how strokes affect the patients she works with. Diet and exercise are necessary and go a long way – but they will not give you the immediate drop meds will. Keep in mind that you also need to maintain therapeutic levels of the meds too – so they need to be taken on the proper schedule.
Orin: Thanks for your kind words of support. While my doctor works to untangle what’s going on I am going to spend more time with some maps.
Dom: Let nurse Chang know that I am following the ER doctor’s orders — for now. And I suspect I will continue follow my primary care doctor’s orders as well.
I had a great time in that sidecar and didn’t really have any concerns. I did in your car though. I just don’t trust cars….
circleBlue: You shouldn’t admit to not liking bacon. People will have a hard time trusting you.
I’ll try and keep to my new life behaviors and find a way to exercise and eat in a healthy way. Once the shock wears off though I’m afraid I’ll start dreaming about pizza, hot dogs and chips.
DenK: Best of luck with your bone marrow transplant.
And thank you for your thoughts and advice. I will definitely think more seriously about the things I want to do, those that should become reality and those that should remain nice daydreams.
Thanks for the head’s up on the oatmeal. I have some regular oatmeal ready to cook tomorrow morning. Maybe I can turn breakfast into a nice ritual rather than something to rush through.
Mark Myers: Tell your nurse there’s no need to worry. I’m taking the medication and doing all the right things.
Monitoring my blood pressure and it’s jumping all over the place but not up in the time for a stroke range.
I have a heard time thinking of myself living a healthy lifestyle. I’ve been such a load for so long when it comes to diet and exercise that I have a ton of terrible habits…
Steve, I`m so happy you`re alright. Change in your diet won`t be easy but trust me you can do it. I did. Of course, I had no choice. The DOT wouldn`t let me drive a Phone Co truck till I lowered my BP. Then, I became engaged to a nurse annestitist. I have to admit, I am grateful to them both. Best of luck to you, Steve. Alan
Alan: Thanks for your words of encouragement and advice. I appreciate them.
I have to agree with you that it will be a challenge to change my habits. They’ve been with me for a long time and won’t go easily.
These new challenges will probably get woven into the fabric of Scooter in the Sticks — successes and failures. Hopefully successes.
Dear Steve:
I am delighted that you did not have a heart attack, and that you are not dead.
While I am not a doctor, I did once spend a night in a Holiday Inn Express, and I feel very confident marking the following recommendations:
1) By your own admission, you were reading “Twisted Roads” when your heart started to race. You have no idea how often I hear that from readers, many of who are women, who rate TW dialogue as “heart-pounding.”
2) As I’m sure your family is insisting, stick some scumbag insurance company with the tab for a stress test, the sonigram, a full-blood work-up, and a nuclear magnetic resonance scan for your head and chest. That’s about $42 million right there.
The ER is hardly the final word. I know a great motorcycle-riding cardiologist down here in Philly, who I recommend.
3) I have had two “events” in the last year. One brought me to a full work up at the cardiologist’s, where it was determined (to everyone’s amazement) that I had a heart like a Clydesdale. (There Are only two organs in my body that function like I was 17, and my heart is 50% of them.) The other event was so frightening — and so preposterous — that I refuse to write about it. But I was ready to go to the nearest hospital in a screaming ambulance and ready to keep oxygen in the house. (I’ve had about 20 of the later attacks in the past two months, and only got a handle on things recently.)
4) Oatmeal is a miracle drug; but not shit you’re eating. I eat oatmeal 5 days a week. It gets rid of the platelets. Get the old-fashioned Quaker Oats that comes in the canister. Follow the heart-healthy recipe on the package (serving and a half). I put a cup or so of the dry product into a glass bowl, and pop it into the Microwave for three minutes. (I like mine Johnny Cake dry.) Add two tablespoons of REAL maple syrup to the cooked oatmeal, with a tablespoon or two of 1% reduced fat milk. Add cinnamon if you like.
For a variation, peel and cut up an apple first. Dust the apple sections with cinnamon and pop into the MW for 90 seconds, in the same glass bowl you’ll cook the oatmeal. Then add the oatmeal and water in the glass bowl — with the maple syrup.
Also, McCann’s Irsh Steel Cut Oatmeal is the best tasting oatmeal in the world. Too bad it is torture to cook. Use the recipe for the over-night fast method, then try it with two-tablespoons of low-fat buttermik and artificial sweetner.
For your forrays to the cafe, two eggs poached on a single piece of dry, whole wheat toast, accompanied by orange juice, club soda, and vodka. Smoke a cigar outside afterwards, and say “fuck” occasionally. Get a BMW soon, as time may be running out. Why take chances? Get the fastest BMW they have: S1000RR.
Come and see my stage show… I’ll introduce you to the multitude as my brother.
Fondest regards,
Jack/Reep
Twisted Roads
were you offended by my comment about me suggesting you take care of yourself as well as you do the Vespa? I apologize, I didn’t mean it to be didactic …
Steve,
You are fortunate to have a loving family and good wife to look after you. I want you to listen intently to all the kind and wonderful good heart recommendations and keep up with the things you enjoy in life. I have been following your blog for a long time and wish you the best of health and to stay on the right road to good health. Take care
Phil
For a moment I was seriously worried. I’m happy things are not so dark as they seemed at the beginning of the post. Well, good news, you have a great alternative: Mediterranean diet! A wholly yummy diet which is also healty!
Pizza, at least here in Italy, is actually a healty food. Ok, at least until you don’t put pepperoni on it, or cheddar cheese or horrible unnecessary fats 😉
Life won’t be filled up with steamed carrots, don’t worry.
Oh, and this diet will perfectly fit with your Vespa, too 🙂
A warm hug, and take care.
These might help:
Insalata e asparagi
Orto
Just kiddin’, and forgive me as it’s written in italian 🙂
Ale-
Steve,
Very sorry to hear this and here’s hoping you don’t join the club I am in. My driving and riding restriction will go off in August and it has not been easy to wait.
Just maybe take it easy for a bit and do listen to the doctors. The doctors I have saved my life and I am convinced that they really do know what they are doing and they can do some amazing stuff anymore.
I’ll be thinking about you and hope you keep on riding that Vespa.
I actually rode my scoot down the block and back today for the first time in 4 months. Don’t tell my doctor!
Take care,
Jim
Late to comment as well.
Glad to hear you made it out of the ER and have a plan.
I wish I could remember who originally told this joke but it comes to mind every time I think about exercising….
“A study shows that a person that runs for exercise will, over the course of their life, spend about seven years worth of time running.
The same study indicates that running for exercise will add about seven years to your life.
All in all, I think it’s a wash”
I get a chuckle out of that every time. Maybe I’m just simple.
Regardless, it helps me laugh a little bit while I’m getting some exercise.
Lot’s of advice given but in this information age we tend to forget that simple is usually better.
I try to keep that in mind when I’m eating. If you can find it, the last two issues motorcycle consumer news had a good column on the health of middle aged motorcyclists (two parts, one each month). No connection to the rag but the Dr. who wrote it makes some very good points about sugar (various types), it’s relation to our body chemistry. Also some good over-all food related discussion. If you’re interested and can’t find it email me and I’ll shoot you a copy.
Anyway, I really enjoy the blog and thank you for making the effort. Blogs like yours are the “upside” of the internet for me.
Cheers,
Todd
Just writing to wish you well, Steve. Hope everything will be alright. (I wrote a longer comment yesterday but it never posted, so this is the essence of it :-))
Oatmeal. I don’t make a big deal of cooking it. Just pour boiling water on “5 minute” oatmeal and let it soak. Sprinkle a mix of nuts and raisins with lots of sunflower seeds (low fat)on it, and sliced apple on top. Ummmm, good! Add honey if that’s not sweet enough for you.
I too am late to comment, just catching upon all the blogs I’ve been missing.
I am glad you are okay, or as okay as you can be. Taking meds are never any fun. Your meds should to the trick and after it has your blood pressure stabilized on a regular basis the occasional piece of pizza or one or two slices (not the whole package) of bacon won’t make your BP go up.
Moderatio is the key. You need to be around for a lot more years of riding.
Your scooter doesn’t have health coverage, where I’m sure you do. So be sure to maintain that scoot.
Just had my own health scare man, and I’m only 28. Scared the sheep right out of me. I’m glad you’re doing alright, and hopefully staying off the bacon is as easy to do as it is to say.
I don’t know how well I would do. If I have bacon in the house it’s gone in a week. It’s god’s gift to cardiologists.
Brady
Behind Bars – Motorcycles and Life
http://www.behindbarsmotorcycle.com/
Dear Mr. Riepe: Sorry for the delay in responding to your comments. I know I’ve violated one of the fundamental laws of bloggerdom by being so lax.
And, like you, I too am glad I’m not dead.
I’ve avoided Twisted Roads since the event and have passed on wearing my elegant Twisted Roads t-shirt for fear some residual mojo has not yet been washed free.
Cooked my first, from scratch bowl of oatmeal yesterday morning. Got about half of it down when I thought I was going to puke. Something is wrong with my stomach and after considering every dark, savage disease possibility find out from my wife that there is a stomach virus going around. So maybe that’s all. Or the medication.
Hope to get whatever medical issues I have sorted and under control so I can head to Bloomsburg in July. Look out at the adoring crowd. You’ll see a guy in a bumblebee jacket watching attentively. That won’t be me. I’ll be out at the hot dog stand mumbling, “Should I or shouldn’t I?”
Thanks for your kind words of support and encouragement. I hope you fare well with your own events and add some more organs to the list of those that have not changed.
Ghost Rider: Offend me? Not likely. Can’t imagine anything you or anyone else said that would do such a thing.
If I wasn’t open to input, feedback and advice I would never post that story here!
Pvino: I’m blessed with a loving, supportive family who seems to put up with me. When you are lying in a hospital bed it’s nice to look over and see someone looking back who cares…
Ale: Thought about your comments as I was making lunch today — pasta, a fine, delicate tomato sauce and grilled chicken. Virtually no salt and quite tasty. I’m no cook but I am slowly learning to make a few things.
At some point I am going to make some homemade pizza.
Steve try Alton Brown’s recipe also he is a avid BMW fan 😉 http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/alton-brown/overnight-oatmeal-recipe/index.html
cpa3485: No riding restrictions other than the ones I impose myself. Still not feeling 100 percent but it could be just a coincidental crossing of the BP event and a flu/virus.
For now I am managing things until the next doctor’s appointment to review tests.
Glad things are going well for you. Read you post about heart attack—scary.
Toadeus Maximus (Todd): Thanks for the great story about exercise. I’ll want to make sure whatever I choose I can do something productive with the time. Running, well, it never thrilled me. Right now I am just doing some walking miles with the dog but after I get things sorted out I need to find something a little more rigorous.
Maybe.
Thanks for the head’s up on the magazine article. I’ll try and track it down since.
Schnarpsel: Thank you for your words of support. I do appreciate them!
Poppawheelie: I’ve not warmed to the oatmeal yet but perhaps because I have some nausea from the medication or a flu. But I think once I get past that I’ll be good with it.
Trobairitz: I really hope I can find a place of moderation in my eating life. In the past good intentions seem to give way to various forms of gluttony when it comes to snacks and junk food.
I want to be able to have a slice of pizza every month of so….
Anonymous: The service intervals are followed closely but I don’t wash it often enough. More stuff to do.
Brady: Scared the sheep right out of me. Like that.
Hope things are ok with you and you have found a way to keep the bacon demon at bay…
Rogier: Thanks for the head’s up on the Alton Brown oatmeal. I’ll have a look.
Certainly glad to hear that you survived the ER. Having served as a hospital chaplain for many years, I understand that it’s often more frightening just being there than whatever is happening to you.
I am amazed that you took photos – that you had a camera handy. I have trouble remembering to tie my shoes in the morning, much less taking a picture of them as I lie on a gurney.
Tom Keene
“Thankfully I like riding enough that I want to keep doing it for awhile and will make the shift away from fat, sugar and salt.”
Is this another way of saying “Ride to Live?”
It strikes that the number of comments show that a lot of people care. I include myself in that number.
Part of me wants to learn from you and change some things myself. The other part scoffs and says life without the things we enjoy isn’t worth living in the first place.
Perhaps the moral of the story is that we truly do need to be there to appreciate certain things. Which is why we’re not much good at learning from another’s experience.
Anyway, I send my warmest regards and well wishes.
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