This morning, while in the closing stretches of my first round trip to Marsh Park, I saw my friend Doris Granum. She beamed a big, bright smile at me, threw me a hearty wave, and shouted out, "Good morning—glorious, isn't it?" With this comment, she encapsulated the weather beautifully. When I began to ride just past 9:00, it was 68° and calm, with not a cloud in the sky. By the time I finished, the heavens were just as blue, but it had climbed to 73°.
I had wanted, and fully intended, to do three round trips to the park. But late in the second one, I got to thinking, and concluded that if I really want to regain my keyboard abilities (at least in part) on piano and organ as I've been dreaming about in recent days, then it's not going to happen without regular, disciplined, diligent practice sessions. And since "there's no time like the present," I decided to shorten my ride today in order to leave myself with the opportunity to get to church for a good spell of work on both instruments, to try to begin to establish this as a regular part of my routine. So I "settled" for consecutive round trips, in a fairly good time (but nowhere near my record, which is a bit over 1:42) of 1:48:31.
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