I missed biking at Hains Point last night to watch a movie with a friend. To ensure that I wouldn't be late, I decided to complete my speed work on my cycling trainer. The only problem is that my trainer & climbing block were in the trunk of my car which was parked a block away.
I nabbed my trainer, block, & Manu's foam roller out of the trunk. Quickly, I realized that I only brought 2 arms with me that day, & I didn't have enough to carry my work bag, purse, & the items from my car.
Call me stubborn, but I was not leaving anything behind.
So, I slowly made my way through the alleyway nearer to my apartment. I stopped to chat with Carl, my neighbor who sits on his porch & watches the working folk come home from work. (This is a daily occurrence if I come home on time. I like Carl. Plus, he seems to know everyone in the neighborhood.) He felt obligated to take my trainer from me & carry it to my apartment building.
I'd like to take this moment to say: Carl has a handicapped license plate on his car & is probably 60-something years old.
Allowing Carl to carry my trainer to my apartment was difficult for me, but he insisted. Then, he told me matter-of-factly that I was not to take it from him until I put everything else in my apartment. After all, I did not have enough arms for it all. I followed his advice, & he bid me a good night & walked back to his porch.
He's such a lovely man.
I hope his arms don't hurt today. That trainer is HEAVY!
nowhere to go but up. (Part II)
3 days ago