On February 5, 2006, I received a call that would forever change the course of my life.
While this was not a life threatening emergency, it most definitely was life altering.
Rewind a couple of years to when my husband was on a Board Boy fishing Weekend with our 2 young children. He was pulled over and received a ticket for; not wearing a seatbelt, speeding, and decided to ignore the fines because that money was better used at the liquor store.
On that day, he was pulled over by a police officer near our home and it was discovered that because he had not paid the fines mentioned earlier, his driver’s license had been suspended.
Because it was cold, wet, and he had our 2 children with him, the police officer kindly gave my loved ones a ride home…yep, police car pulled up in my driveway and let my family out…in front of God and every neighbor in the hood.
Hubs called me, because he needed a ride to work, and I would be the one to take him. Though I had already started my day at the office 30 miles away, I came and got him. I cried all the way home while thinking about what I was going to say and how I was going to handle this. I knew something had to change. This was not how our lives were meant to be.
I got home, still sobbing. Not wanting my children to see me this upset, I ran directly upstairs, hubs on my tail to offer excuses.
OH HELL NO! He was going to hear what I had to say! While I do not remember exactly what I said, I do remember that I told him he could either stop drinking, or move out, without his family.
Thank GOD he chose his family, and has not had another sip of alcohol since then. Our world changed. Cold turkey. February 5th,2006.
Hubs had started riding the train to work prior to the above change since it was free, he then took the bus from the train to where he works. Because he was new in his recovery, being around others who were not “recovering” and rode the bus as well, proved to be difficult for him. I suggested he break out “old red” who you may learn more about later. Old red was a 10 speed bicycle that Keith had purchased several years earlier at a garage sale for $40.00 and barely ridden.
That first day he rode 2 miles across the city. When he got to his work, sweaty and exhausted, realized how out of shape and out of breath he was, he gasped “God, you gotta help me”, and he clearly heard God say, “I just did you dumba**”. Our world changed again.
I had watched hubs, become active, lose weight, and get into shape, and find his sobriety. So Easter Sunday of that same year I told him I wanted to lose some weight too and can I ride with you? He had begun to realize a riding and recovery connection. He told me it was something he had to do to relieve the stress so he needed me to catch up. I rode 4 miles on an old hand me down beast of a bike. I went as fast as I could and it hurt, but I was gonna show him. I immediately came home and crawled into bed. My body was in complete shock, and was unable to function. I developed a fever, and severe shakes. II did not get out of bed until the next morning. I thought “that is the last time I do something stupid like that!”Little did I know, it was just the beginning and my fitness journey was borne.
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