Down In The Meadow
My handcycle training these past couple of months, have been better than I could ever have hoped for. After a few setbacks with getting the hitch and bike-rack installed, I was finally able to bring my handcycle out and about. Training on the roads around me became tedious and discouraging. The small, yet cumbersome inclines were depleting me physically and mentally. I was desperate to train on a flat surface, where I could boost my stamina and confidence. I felt that once I became adjusted to cycling on a flat surface, I could then return to my hilly abode with my improved strength. The first place that I desired to train most at was Sunken Meadow. It was my old cross country stomping grounds, where I had trained and raced at for the entire duration of my running years. It was nostalgic and bittersweet, as I crossed the bridge and smelled the salty marshlands. I headed straight for the boardwalk, that used to be our place for warming up before cross country races. I thought back to