My woman on the mountain...
LOL---some of you made comments regarding the moment shared with a woman in Australia when I was riding intervals on Mt. Cootha. I thank you for your comments. If I would have REALLY wanted to speak with this woman I would have. I believe that some moments are meant to be shared in silence. Some are meant to be shared simply in passing. The sight of this woman filled me with joy, and I was very happy with that. I didn't need to stop her, and I didn't need to stop what I was doing; although, if you recall I nearly fell off my bike once because she smelled lovely, and I lost focus momentarily (this part of the mountain was steep, and I was doing low cadence stuff). Really, though, I don't wonder what would have happened if I would have spoken to her. I am quite happy with the memory I have of her and of the days I saw her.
I was in surgery today doing a back. The surgeons entered anteriorily, so there was lots of belly fat to go through. One of the surgeons does bariatric surgery, and the other one is a neurosurgeon; both are friends of mine. Anyway, they kind of laughed and said that "this" (referring to the fat) was something that I would never see. You never know, though. I run into LOTS of overweight people who tell me that they used to look like me...
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