So the running frame has been sitting in my living room for almost a month now and I still haven’t been able to take it out. The biggest problem is that the handlebars are too low and too far away to be comfortable, or to have much control when running. I need a longer stem, or longer handlebars, or both! We aren’t sure what the solution is at the moment. So we keep working.
I’m finding this final push the hardest one if I’m honest. With that pink bike sitting downstairs I get really frustrated that I can’t just jump on the machine and go. It’s the last details which are difficult to solve, otherwise they’d be fixed already, which can often be the most overwhelming. So close. And yet when I take the frame to a bike shop, I get no help. Surprisingly (or not), even though everyone wants to call it a bike, when I talk about fixing it like a bike, everyone chokes up.
I’ve been here before of course. When you live with a disability and you sort of have to make everything up as you go along. There is no rule book, no how to manual. You get ideas (some of them are even good) and people look at you like you’re crazy. Inventions don’t turn out the way you’d hope, sometimes it’s the whole thing that needs to be scrapped and other times it’s the little details that stump us. And so we sit with huge pink piece of metal in our living room and ponder it in hopes that walking by the machine over and over will cause something to start to make sense. It doesn’t get any easier, but you get used to it.
We keep trying. I’ve been working on getting a running frame for exactly a year now and every though I’m frustrated I’m not giving up. We’ll figure this out. Waiting is always the hardest part.
It’s a Brave New World out there. Every Day.
The Period Route
March 24, 2017
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