Originally Posted by David Bierbaum

I did my first 25 mile ride in over a year today. As Mom's health deteriorated, I spent more and more time at home taking care of her.

That ended on April 8th, when Mom quietly drew her last breath. Since then I've been trying to sort out the many things that need dealt with, and today I just felt the need to get out of the house, so I hopped on the bike and rode 25 miles, going to the chain of rocks bridge and back. With the pandemic, I thought it would be less crowded, but it was quite popular... and crowded.

After I got back, my legs felt like rubber bands that were wound too tight. Now they feel like limp overcooked noodles.