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Grilled Tuna Steaks with Asian Slaw

It’s been almost a year since we purchased our mountain bikes and headed out for the trails. A year ago, every time Handsome wanted to ride, I would whine to myself internally and barely pull myself along the trails. I was exhausted. I felt horrible. I wanted to quit.

Saturday evening the weather was bordering on beautiful or packed with the thick hot summertime thunderstorms and Handsome a bad day at work. Seeing the clouds moving passed us, I loaded my bike into the truck and headed out for a ride all by myself. Looking up half way through the trail and seeing the long stretch of hills in front of me, I couldn’t believe how far I have come. I am nowhere near where I want to be, but I loaded the bike up and road seven miles. Without Handsome. No internal whining or cursing. No feeling of fatigue. I actually wanted to ride. And ride for me.

I have never been a physical individual. Never once uttered the words, “Let’s go to the gym”. It’s about finding something you love and when you find it, it will be click. Whether it’s starting by running around the block, or paddling around in a kayak, somethings probably out there. No, it’s not easy. But I feel great, sleep wonderfully, and am rather proud of myself.

 

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