Bob started his new job in Houston on Monday so I rely on my neighbor to help me get on my trike in the evenings. On Monday, I set out for a 10-mile ride. I stressed the brake system on a big hill that resulted in an issue later during my ride. (While tackling a big hill, I was four gears away from the easiest or granny gear and had to rely on the brakes quite a bit). While returning, I rode by a tennis court and my reflector light fell off. I was going back to retrieve it and while turning around and going downhill, my brakes failed. I had to circle the cars at the tennis court twice since I had no way to stop. On the third go round, I ran off the road on the right and into a small bush to stop the trike. The whole time I was circling I was yelling: “HELP.” A couple playing tennis helped me retrieve my light, turned me around, and fixed my brake. When I relayed the story to Bob, he asked if I explained that I couldn’t walk, etc. I find it interesting that I’m reminded of the stroke every time I take a step, but when this happened it nevereven occurred to me to explain to this couple that I had a stroke and couldn’t turn the trike around on my own.
These challenges strengthen my resolve to continue to exercise and keep my mind alert.
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