{"id":4484,"date":"2024-04-18T15:00:02","date_gmt":"2024-04-18T15:00:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/medexperts.pro\/?p=4484"},"modified":"2024-04-18T15:28:06","modified_gmt":"2024-04-18T15:28:06","slug":"how-biking-helped-me-managing-grief","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/medexperts.pro\/?p=4484","title":{"rendered":"How Biking Helped Me Managing Grief"},"content":{"rendered":"<div><\/div>\n<p id=\"article-summary\" class=\"css-1n0orw4 e1wiw3jv0\">A grieving mother finds a new beginning on two wheels.<\/p>\n<section class=\"meteredContent css-1r7ky0e\">\n<div class=\"css-s99gbd StoryBodyCompanionColumn\">\n<div class=\"css-53u6y8\">\n<p class=\"css-at9mc1 evys1bk0\">My first bike was lavender and had Big Bird on it, a sight to behold under the Christmas tree. I rode that thing until the training wheels practically fell off \u2014 gliding around our back alley, cutting through baseball fields and, much to my mom\u2019s horror, thudding down our basement stairs one afternoon.<\/p>\n<p class=\"css-at9mc1 evys1bk0\">Luckily, that incident didn\u2019t scare me off bikes, and I continued to ride into my teenage years. But a driver\u2019s license meant I abandoned my bike. The wheels stopped rotating, the bell stopped ringing and my helmet stayed clipped in a dim corner of our basement.<\/p>\n<p class=\"css-at9mc1 evys1bk0\">My mom died following a grueling battle with multiple sclerosis when I was barely 18. For years afterward, I distracted myself with college-aged escapism: moving away, making new friends, sneaking into bars, taking road trips and ultimately earning a degree.<\/p>\n<p class=\"css-at9mc1 evys1bk0\">I would head home for breaks and holidays, driving around in my mom\u2019s old Hyundai Excel hatchback. Every winding turn reminded me that, while I was moving through life and becoming an adult, part of me was still stuck in place. Only during these drives would I allow myself to feel the weight of losing her. I thought grieving was something you did alone.<\/p>\n<p class=\"css-1ot54yz e1wiw3jv0\">***<\/p>\n<p class=\"css-at9mc1 evys1bk0\">I returned to biking when a lot of people did, at the beginning of the pandemic. 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I rode that thing until the training wheels practically fell off \u2014 gliding around our back alley, cutting through baseball fields and, much to my mom\u2019s horror, thudding down our basement stairs one afternoon.Luckily, that incident didn\u2019t scare me off bikes, and I continued to ride into my teenage years. But a driver\u2019s license meant I abandoned my bike. The wheels stopped rotating, the bell stopped ringing and my helmet stayed clipped in a dim corner of our basement.My mom died following a grueling battle with multiple sclerosis when I was barely 18. For years afterward, I distracted myself with college-aged escapism: moving away, making new friends, sneaking into bars, taking road trips and ultimately earning a degree.I would head home for breaks and holidays, driving around in my mom\u2019s old Hyundai Excel hatchback. Every winding turn reminded me that, while I was moving through life and becoming an adult, part of me was still stuck in place. Only during these drives would I allow myself to feel the weight of losing her. I thought grieving was something you did alone.***I returned to biking when a lot of people did, at the beginning of the pandemic. I bought a beach cruiser on Craigslist and spent my evenings whizzing along the Baltimore waterfront amid a sea of dog walkers and other pedestrians trying to figure out what was going on in the world.We are having trouble retrieving the article content.Please enable JavaScript in your browser settings.Thank you for your patience while we verify access. 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