What is next?

 Six weeks have passed since the 11-day bicycle journey from Denver to Minneapolis, and two weeks since Grandma’s Marathon. While the experience was physically demanding, it was undoubtedly worthwhile. Several lingering pains persist, including a lack of full sensation in the outer extremities of my hands, fatigue, a slight twinge in my right knee, and a painful left ankle that is nearly twice the size of the right one. It is advisable to allow sufficient time for recovery, although I am eager to resume cycling to work. This intention is not solely for the enjoyment of riding but to reduce the mileage I would otherwise travel by car.

I will be getting up early tomorrow.  My son starts his new job.  He departs MSP airport at 6:30 AM on his way to Atlanta.  It is easier to give him a ride, even though parking is reimbursed.  It just adds 15 or more minutes to park and then get the ride to the airport.  He returns on Thursday, late.  This same routine will continue through the next few months.  This is exciting, but it is a little daunting.  I am so proud of him!

On another front, I shipped my Nikon D600 back to the factory. While I was hopeful I avoided the oil spots on the sensor issue, I was not so lucky. Fortunately, Nikon does a full repair for free, including shipping. I'll be out of the camera for the next few weeks. Before I sent the camera off for repairs, I managed to capture some good fireworks pictures.

I also purchased the pictures from Grandma’s. Some were pretty good. The finished picture was the tail of two runners. I was spending money, and my son looked like it was a walk.

Right now, I really need to find something to enjoy. The letdown of the bicycle ride ending and the 30-year run at Grandma’s completion was greater than expected. What is next? I am not sure, but life is less fun right now!

All you quiet dreamers, carry on!