Cyclists were white and lean and I felt very disconnected from them. I felt disconnected from everyone who made exercise a part of their daily lives: I felt like they had gotten a memo twenty years ago that gave them the leg up on how to do this, and that their struggles were humblebrags, their successes merely perfunctory acknowledgments of the package of abilities they'd already been bequeathed.
Hug the T1D in your life today, if you can, and if you can't, send them lots of love via text, email, phone, social media, wherever. These adorable diabetes Valentines can help.
One morning, I was told that they were doing a bike ride, and they asked if I wanted to come along. I'm up for pretty much anything, so away I went! I wasn't intending to ride, but somehow I was talked into taking Tracy's place...
#TeamJetlagged is excited to announce the start of a new blog series: Featured Jetter! Jetter #1: Marika McCoola - Author, Educator, Illustrator, BIKER
Thanks to the generous individuals listed who donated in January, we have almost reached our first $1000 mark! Massive #TeamJetlagged hugs all around!
Courtney will proudly tell you that she is a fainting goat. This is because she often has the impulse to faint when she's getting her blood drawn at the endocrine's office, and in the ensuing hullabaloo the last time we were there, one of the nurses called her that. Last week, she became a guinea pig.
Confession: Not all of these books are about the type of two-wheeled bicycles that one pedals with their feet. Some of these books are about the motorized kind of bike, because I happen to ride those, too. And one very special book is a fake-out entirely - its title is Bicycles, but it's really a collection of love poems.