This weekend was the first in a long while where the weather was consistently nice for several days. It was so nice, in fact, that we were able to get Namine’s bike out and go for a bike run. (That’s where she rides, and I run alongside her.)
She hasn’t ridden all winter long, so of course her tires were low on air. I got out the air pump to reinflate the tires, when Namine asked me if she could do it. I said, of course. She tried to hold the pump steady with a front wheel — as I do with a foot when I’m pumping — but that didn’t quite work out. So I held it steady as she pumped.
Namine and I have a couple routes that we use. The shorter of the two also traverses less steep hills, so that’s the one we took while she builds her endurance back up. It also happens to take us through a cemetery, which leads to some interesting (and sometimes macabre) discussions.
I would have thought, after having finished our bike run, that Namine’s arms would be tired. On the contrary: while she’s said her arms ache, it has also reinvigorated her. The ramp in our garage is a little on the steep side, but Namine took as nothing less than “challenge accepted” to climb it alone. The first day back, she used the hand rail. By the third day’s bike run, she did it without.