Profound implications....

This morning, I rode my bike to the bank and the post office. This may not seem like a big deal-- except that before last night, I have probably not been on a bike for the last 15 years or so! But, inspired by my sister, and wanting to take greater advantage of living in a small town that is placed in a relatively flat area, my sweet husband pulled out the bikes last night. We rode around a few blocks, after I got over the fear of forgetting how to do this in the street amongst other traffic, and soon was remembering both the jelly-legged sensation of thighs well-used and the delightful feeling of the wind in my hair.

So today, I have confirmed an important truth: one really does never forget how to ride a bike. I'm sure it has profound implications...