(photo: A 55-year old Master’s athlete and a 13-year old just beginning to explore exercise)
It was 6.3 miles one way. After cooling down, we ate a small breakfast, visited the Windermere Library for old times sake, and then began a challenging ride home.
Later that evening, the Mom told the dad, “It’s really great that you are doing this with him”.
What began softly and quietly a few months prior (for a NYC school trip with lots of walking), is continuing.
A tree does not grow overnight. But it does grow.