It’s the little things. Like a bike ride along a riverside path and seeing a swan glide in the river, inhaling clover scented air, and watching purple cow vetch – which unlike the name, is really pretty – tussle with lanky milkweed as I pedal by.
It’s feeling my muscles cooperating, listening to the messages my brain is sending them and rolling me forward.
It’s sweat sliding down my spine and feeling the breeze through the vents in my helmet.
It’s the surprise of a ribbon of daisies following the path and a chipmunk scooting in front of me – little daredevil – tempting death by bike tire.
It’s the smell of new mown grass along the verge and hot pine needles at high noon.
It’s sighting a Great Blue Heron propped on one leg, while a mama goose and goslings swim around him like he’s just a branch sticking out of the water.
All this joy is thanks to the work of a Kinesiologist at Ottawa Osteopathy who brought me from a blubbering, blubbery 58 year old woman unable to lift her body into a bridge to one who recently traveled and in the course of that trip, hoisted a 10 kilo suitcase into overhead bins in airplanes a total of 8 times; from a woman who hasn’t ridden her bike in 3 years to one who just rode 14 kilometers today. I feel good.
Thank you, David Witiluk.