When you read this we will be leaving Lolo, Montana for an eleven day cycling stretch. Elias will be keeping the driver company, searching for water, and sneaking M&M's. Or wait, maybe that's me.
Our job is to pedal.
And if the incline isn't too steep or the headwind too strong then this task becomes rhythmic. Relaxing even as you forget about pushing and merely move with the bike.
Before I left Anchorage one of my counseling mentors told me she thought this trip would change our lives.
Sitting here in the middle of it, I can't articulate the change yet.
Except to say that a piece of me has felt dis-empowered since I delivered Elias four months too soon. Swallowed by a sense of impotency as my body opened to a medical world I couldn't comprehend.
My little engine sat at the bottom of the hill humming, "I think you can't... I think you can't...I think you can't."
Well.
As I biked up Sherman Pass, the highest paved one in Washington, I noticed the wind shift, as the familiar mantra from childhood skipped along with me.
I think I can...I think I can....I think I can....I think I can...I think I can...I think I can...
Perfect!
Posted by: Kyla | June 19, 2007 at 12:22 PM
Of course you can, of course you can, of course you can...
You're a Mommy!
:)
Posted by: Procrastamom | June 20, 2007 at 09:21 AM
Thanks for the go girl!
Posted by: Christy | June 21, 2007 at 07:30 AM
I can feel the empowerment coursing through all of you. I'm speechless.
Posted by: Vicki Forman | June 22, 2007 at 05:52 AM