Change of Plans

Remember, way back, soon after I started this blog, I wrote about doing the 60 mile bike ride with Brandon?
Something inspired by Team Hoyt.
Something to get him out of the Home.
Something to expand his world.
Something to make him feel like he has possibilities beyond his disabilities.

The post that somehow drew in the b00b seekers?

I have been doing a half-assed job of training for this thing, but today my job suddenly became easier.

He was in the PT office today, just 'hanging out', and we were talking to him about upcoming events that he would be doing. In addition to our bike ride, the husband of one of our PTs is going to take him on the 8k run that is part of the Shamrock Marathon, an annual event in our fair city.

He is pretty stoked about this as well.

Then the topic of the ride came up. Keep in mind, when we talk to Brandon, our conversations consist of asking him 'yes' and 'no' questions. This is the main way to get information out of him, since his communication computer is still not available. Such is the reality of his life, and it's not always easy to figure out what he wants to say to us.

After a lengthy game of 20+++ questions, we finally figured out that he was concerned that the ride would be too long. He decided that he wanted to start with a shorter one. You know, just to see how it goes in the bike stroller. Then he could build up his endurance for a longer ride.

Awwww, man (cue whiny voice). You mean that, instead of dragging his butt behind me for 60 grueling, tortuous miles, now I only have to do 10?

Sniffle.

http://filipspagnoli.wordpress.com/2008/07/04/my-latest-art-crocodile-tear-2/

I don't know if I can stand the disappointment.

http://neurotalk.psychcentral.com/showthread.php?p=386167


Seriously, you mean this won't be me after all?

http://weblogs.sun-sentinel.com/features/health/fitness/blog/2007/10/



http://www.imagesbrighton.com/picweek82.htm

The sacrifices we make for these blasted kids.

Now, here's what I'm afraid of....
I know myself. I'll use this as an excuse to continue my half-assed training. After all, how hard can 10 little bitty miles be? I'd rather curl up in my easy chair with a good book or a movie than huff and puff and drip with sweat.

Okay, that's not really true.
It's getting motivated to huff and puff and drip with sweat that's the problem. Once I have done it, I feel like I have earned the right to the good book or movie. And that is a good feeling.