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The Young, the Old, the Middle
A Blurb About Inter-Generational ‘Generations’
So here I am, Saturday afternoon, decompressing from a long, stressful week trying to bring in a commission for a client (successfully, I might add). My mind is scattered a bit. I’m constantly debating whether to crawl under the covers and continue my post-project hibernation, or limp my bicycle (which I haven’t ridden in a few years) the four miles to the bike shop in order to get it retrofitted for my larger frame. I really need to start taking physical activity seriously given my age but bicycling hurts me to the point that it is more of a chore than a pleasure. I’ve never been able to develop a successful exercise routine owing to excess discomfort, and I’ve only just become aware of why (at least as it regards bicycling) — my saddle posture is all wrong, causing stress on my sit bones and a stiff-armed, death grip on the handle bars which kills my shoulders. Thus, I need a new bike seat…not to mention new inner tubes and probably new tires… To bike or not to bike…
Anyway, I didn’t decided to write this brief blurb because I wanted to talk about bicycles. My mind is scattered most of the time and when I’m in the midst of non-action, debating between two courses of potential action, my mind likes to quiet the chaos a bit by reading news articles; focusing on something external unrelated…
