My mom-oh, my mom.
She was so happy to go on a bike ride with me Saturday.
She loved the big, gigantic hill where she was going more than over the speed limit down it.
She had her Camelback fully stocked yesterday with water enough for a camel
She used to be so zippy on her prized Cannondale. She used to go to Mt. Tam and kill it.
Oh, my mom.
She scuba dives and still loves her a caperania. She loves to travel and makes some damn good gravy. She was my travel companion on my first trip to Baja for two weeks where we camped under the stars as whale song seranaded us to sleep in Guerrero Negro and slept on the beach in Todos Santos where I went surfing. Favorite moment is her in a hardware store in Baja, saying " Yo quiero ::makes motion of opening a can of food :: since she wanted a can opener. My mom is funny. She likes to whisper in my ear funny stuff, especially after a few caperinias. You should have seen Christmas. :whispering: "Joy! Joy! I have to tell you something! The sheets I bought for your sister were 400 count. You want some too? Can you get me another champagne?" "The gift I got your grandma, she hasn't opened it yet, but when she does it's a beautiful pearl, just like the ones from the ocean." ???? Yeah. like that.
But today, my mom was sad. ;(
She felt dizzy and woozy about five miles in to our ride.
Luckily, she felt that way right next to the Fire Station.
I felt it was a good idea to get her blood pressure checked before my ultra committed mom hopped back on the bike.
The firefighters there were more than obliging.
They sat her down, asked her some questions, checked her blood pressure and checked her heart with a heart monitor on the spot.
They even gave her a gatorade.
They cautioned her-as I had previously tried to-not to ride and have me go get my car and come back to pick her up.
They were really cool for doing that for her.
We left and my mom went to the park nearby. She was still convinced she should try to go. I said it's fine, I'll just go and come back.
But she wanted to try again. Okay...
So she tried again and the firetruck went by, with the firefighters flabbergasted she was back on the bike. I told her to scratch this. I went back up the big, gigantic hill and got my car. Mom's doing okay now. She's determined to get back up on the bike again.
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