Today is a day of celebration. My wife, partner in life, best friend, co battler of the bulge broke the 15 lb barrier today. It crashed like a sonic boom. Fell like the Walls of Jericho. I am so proud of her.
I am also proud of her that she is starting to enjoy getting out and doing more. A few weeks back we bought her a bike. We went on a few rides. She built up to it and asked to do the Devil’s Corral ride. This is a simple, downhill (@3% grade), 6 mile ride on the Bizz Johnson Trail in Susanville. We have been hindered by smoke of late. The smoke from the bazillion fires in California is making it difficult to see the wonderful mountains that surround our town and hard for asthematics (like my wife) to breathe. And do you know what my awesome, bodacious babe wanted to do in celebration? Yep, Bike the Bizz Baby!!! Smoke or no smoke, we piled the bikes on the rack, dropped the van off at the parking lot, and headed for the Devil’s Corral Trailhead. (I also gotta say that my wife rocks because she let me drop the trailer and nail the single track around the tunnels. I love single track.) A lazy hour later we pulled up, loaded up and now the wife and kids are washing the trail dust from their bodies whilest I busily compose this praise packed post of my wonderful and wiley wife.
May You Be Covered In The Dust Of Your Rabbi