Bonnie and Biking

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I’m doing the best I can with the current situation. Certain elements are easier than others. Reading, cooking, staying home for days at a time, meditating, exercising…ah, hold up. Physical exertion and I are not close pals.

In kindergarten, I argued with my teacher when she asked us all to perform calisthenics. “Colleen, exercise is good for you.” she pleaded with me. “I do them at home.” I lied, hands on hips. I hated the song (Chicken Fat), the toe touches and the trunk twists. It was the first and probably the last time I was allowed to sit out as a conscientious objector. I hated gym class for the duration of my school days.

My husband, on the other hand, is a life-long athlete. He exercises every day and encourages me each chance he gets to be more active. It’s a tough sell, but in these COVID-19 times I’m starting to rethink the whole sloth thing.

I heard a quick screech of brakes and looked up to see my husband, sporting his cycling jersey, turn into our cul-de-sac. “How about we take a bike ride, Bonnie?” His teasing referred to Ms. Raitt, not Clyde Barrow’s partner. I told him earlier that afternoon my hair had come to resemble the blues great’s. Her trademark shock of gray, along with silver temples had taken over my auburn locks. A well-placed bike helmet would remedy the lack of hair dye, so I agreed.

I donned a day-glo citrine and black spandex outfit and headed out into the neighborhood. During the coronavirus crisis, the streets and sidewalks have virtually exploded with neighbors I wasn’t aware we had. We dodged kids and parents on bikes, people walking dogs and/or pushing strollers and an onslaught of vehicles turning into our formerly sleepy suburb. We pedaled past the park, which was full of cars and folks recreating.

Once we got a few blocks away, we picked up some speed. I think I actually felt what’s left of my graying eyebrows blowing in the breeze. By the time we returned to our garage, I noted a strange sensation between my shoulder blades. Nothing confirmed, but it may have actually been sweat.

So there is hope, in the time of corona. If I could get off my duff and exercise, who knows what awesome, active pursuits are looming on the horizon? Go ahead: Read, write, sew masks, watch TV. Throw a little perspiration-inducing activity into the mix for balance and we’ll get through this together.

Be well,


Published by theoriginalcbd

Aspiring memoirist, humorist and actual mom.

2 thoughts on “Bonnie and Biking

  1. Hey Colleen,
    You could take over from James Lileks if he ever retires from the Strib. 🤣 Loved your witty post. Good to hear you’re taking that self-care another step forward.

    1. Thanks, Mary! Yes, moving forward is the goal. Getting used to waking up feeling the effects of daily workouts. Missing you and your Irish humor. Thanks for the comments! ~CBD

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