This is the third post in the series, on the trainer. The trainer doesn’t have to be boring. Sure, it’s not quite the same pedaling through beautiful countryside in the summer sunshine, but it…
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I can clearly recall the first time I ever read a book to myself, silently. I was maybe six, decked out in a fancy Strawberry Shortcake nightgown, curled up in the big red recliner…