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Finally cracked 7 miles!

Proof positive of cracking the 7-mile mark with
a pic of the display from the screen of the display
 on the exercise bike.

It took a lot longer than I thought it would to go from 6 miles to 7 miles . . . but I finally cracked 7 miles on the exercise bike for the first time post-shutdown. Just made it at 7.02. (Picture is from the “cool down,” which I kept pausing to get my phone ready.) The time between 6 and 7 included a significant new “positioning” (a big topic in disability parlance, at least when I was a kid) that set things back as expected at first, but is paying off now, and a climb from doing levels 6, 8, and 10, for 20 minutes each to level 10 for the hour. It has not been a steady upward climb—lots of ups and downs—but progress is coming! #reachpastyourlimits #incrementalprogress #keepgoing #notbadfor50?

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