{"id":1,"date":"2010-04-04T10:01:00","date_gmt":"2010-04-04T10:01:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog2\/2010\/04\/cheerful-feelings-upon-awakening-in-the-country\/"},"modified":"2010-04-04T10:01:00","modified_gmt":"2010-04-04T10:01:00","slug":"cheerful-feelings-upon-awakening-in-the-country","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/2010\/04\/cheerful-feelings-upon-awakening-in-the-country\/","title":{"rendered":"Cheerful Feelings Upon Awakening in the Country"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Took Nat around the pond on bikes this morning.  This is about a 2-mile loop.  We start with a long downhill that ends on an extremely busy street, so I have to look back at that point to be sure he is aware and braking.  Once we can cross that, we are pretty much homefree for fifteen minutes.<\/p>\n<p>I usually take the lead, and I glance back every so often at Nat, who is remarkably slow on his bike.  He used to be very fast, but I think he now understands about how being slow gives him more control, which you need to have in a crowded city park.<\/p>\n<p>I love going at around 7:30 am, though, because there are so few people there&#8211; only dog-walkers, runners, and other bikers, spaced apart very conveniently for the nervous mother rider.  Nat is afraid of dogs, but he now knows to give them a wide berth, and remain calm.<\/p>\n<p>As I get to the first (slight) hill, there is a nice view of the wide pond.  Today we heard a goose going nuts and I pointed it out to Nat.  I never know what level of conversation is exactly right for Nat.  I don&#8217;t want to baby him and say, &#8220;Nat, what does a goose say?&#8221;  But I would ask him that if I thought it interested him &#8212; if I thought that were his level.  I don&#8217;t want to miss out on any chance of interacting, so I take the high road and I say, &#8220;Nat did you hear that goose?&#8221;  I&#8217;m going to assume that he already knows all about animal sounds and that we should just focus on regular conversation.<\/p>\n<p>Pushing hard on my pedals I feel the first burn in my calves and thighs.  I still wonder how it is that a previously uncomfortable feeling is now one that I crave.  My mind is telling me, &#8220;this is hard work!&#8221; but my body is saying, &#8220;Mmmmm, that&#8217;s an all-encompassing feeling.&#8221;  No judgments.<\/p>\n<p>Nat does not shift gears.  I gave up on trying to teach him that one.  I always set his bike to second range, 5th gear.  I always ride in third range, 6th gear (the almost-hardest setting).  Nothing fazes him.  He goes up a hill and I can see that his body is pushing harder against his bike, but he is still smiling and chatting to himself.  It sometimes sounds like he is shouting, &#8220;Hi!&#8221;  That would be cool.<\/p>\n<p>First really good downhill takes you close by the pond and I get a rush of good feeling, ala <a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Symphony_No._6_%28Beethoven%29\">Beethoven&#8217;s 6th, First movement<\/a>.  I speak aloud, to God, and I say thanks again for this, that I get to ride my bike with Nat.  I am grateful again and again that I can do this, and that every year it gets easier and easier &#8212; for my muscles and for my son.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Took Nat around the pond on bikes this morning. This is about a 2-mile loop. We start with a long downhill that ends on an extremely busy street, so I have to look back at that point to be sure he is aware and braking. 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