Patrick on the Run

Little did my late uncle know that he would help me train for my first marathon. It all started back in the day. My uncle enjoyed riding his bicycle and often his daughter joined him. While I never road alongside them, I could imagine them sharing heartfelt and sentimental moments together. Knowing this, I felt awkward standing at his garage door to take both of bikes to my house; of all days, it was Father’s Day. I felt that I made a poor decision to come that day. My aunt reconciled my actions by saying that no one used either bike since he became sick several years ago. I was free to take it. She opened the garage and moved a grill out of the way. I snaked through boxes and miscellaneous objects. The bikes hung upside down by their wheels on mounted hooks attached to the garage frame. I grabbed the first one a blue, used women’s Novara Ansera. Carrying it above my head, I walked it outside and set it down. The tires flattened on the ground and the bike’s dust soiled my hands. The plan is for my brother to repair and return this bike. The second bike was a men’s black Schwann in similar condition as the Novara. On closer inspection, the Schwann was dusty but appeared unused. My aunt explained that it was a birthday present for my uncle, but he never got around to using it for obvious reasons. Though it is mine to keep, I understand the sentimental value involved. I plan to take good care of it and give it back if they ever wanted it. Until then, I’ll be cross training by riding every Monday until October 11^th 2009. With this bike, my aunt and uncle are helping me train for the marathon.