In the subdivision where I live, there is a particular street called Chalk Hill. It’s actually very aptly named, as it is literally a hill that happens to be bisected by a cul-de-sac on either side. Three times this week, I have gone up the hill without anyone pushing me (I'm in a wheelchair, btw, for anyone who didn't know this) or otherwise helping me in any way at all.
And that’s after traversing the bike path that goes behind my house and a steep downhill section that leads *to* Chalk Hill. Oh, and a detour through one cul-de-sac that splits the hill in half. Am I tired? So much so that I can barely lift my arms. Does it feel damn good? Yes. I love the fact that there’s a sidewalk that connects in one continuous loop across several streets here. It makes for the absolute best outdoor track, especially with all the uphill and downhill bits.
And that’s after traversing the bike path that goes behind my house and a steep downhill section that leads *to* Chalk Hill. Oh, and a detour through one cul-de-sac that splits the hill in half. Am I tired? So much so that I can barely lift my arms. Does it feel damn good? Yes. I love the fact that there’s a sidewalk that connects in one continuous loop across several streets here. It makes for the absolute best outdoor track, especially with all the uphill and downhill bits.
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