Month: July 2016

I was darn pleased with myself for riding my bicycle to my favorite early-morning AA meeting for the first time. As I locked up my bike with my mega-strength U-lock and headed towards the door at two minutes ‘til 7:00, it dawned on me that the journey to this particular meeting began almost thirty years ago during a missed encounter with twelve-step recovery.

The last miles on the Burke-Gilman bike trail are always a benign kind of torture. Our final rest stop at Blythe Park was behind us, and the distance to our finish line at Magnuson ticked off in agonizingly slow increments: Ninety-two-point-four. Ninety-two-point-five. Ninety-two-point-six.