Biking

4.09 Miles. And then I stopped. My legs were wobbly! My heartbeat was 148! And I didn’t want to fall over! I WANT to be athletic, strong, and really good at biking. But let’s just say… I’m not there yet. Here are my challenges: My 277 pound...
John

John

There he was. I’d seen him more than once before. Sitting outside in his wheelchair, scruffy, stinky, and smoking a cigarette. But this time, I spoke to him instead of simply walking by. You see, as I entered the building code to access this nursing and rehab...