The Geezer Hunk is back! Albeit in a different format.
Time was when I was a decent bike rider. Ten miles most every day and a couple of week-long trips of 200 miles. Ahhhh. But I’ve had so many surgeries and assorted half-life experiences that I gradually gained weight and lost hair.
I decided if I walk fast, it might seem like I have more hair. Might even lose some weight. So this past week, I’ve walked eight-tenths of a mile every day. Initially, it was huff and puff. Come to think of it, it still is.
First, I decided to gear up. Literally. My closet and my garage are filled with biking gear. I know the value of taking care of your equipment.
Every morning before I leave the house, I suit up for the trek.
The cell phone goes into one pocket. The younger EMTs will know how to call my bookie to find out who I am.
The digital camera into another pocket. (standard issue for iReporters.)
If I carry a flask, I’ll need to tighten the belt another notch.
Then I sling on the necklace with the medallion advising to EMS that I am outfitted with a fully-charged defibrillator and a four-barrel pacemaker.
What about getting a mouth guard in the event I pitch forward. Over the top?
I need a “Do Not Resuscitate” T-shirt. Maybe Walgreen’s carries them.
Have I forgotten anything? Oh yes, a note explaining my absence to the Mystery Woman so she won’t think I just went out for a pack of cigarettes and never came back.
Time on task should be 23 minutes thereabouts. Anything more than that, call the liquor store. Sometimes I answer to a higher priority.
If this works, next week I'm going to air up the bike tires.