Benjamin and I have continued our commitment to going to the gym. We plunk on stationary bikes side by side, and pump our legs. My speed varies, but when I am paying attention I try to keep the RPM above 50. It takes an extra grunt but is manageable. The length of the ride is also a factor, and we sometimes click on a duration of 24 minutes, or 40, or an hour if we have a mind to. Then there is the difficulty level, which ebbs and flows with the virtual route. 

For months we have both cranked it down to 1, every time the number jumps. We silently agreed that just finishing is enough. 

But this week I decided to raise it to 2. Not a huge change, but it felt like something I could handle. Even on top of the effort to maintain a higher RPM, it was within reach. Plus the number that represents calories burned rose. Not a lot, but some. If I were eating cookies, which I am not, I would be justified in enjoying two. 

All of these increases are self imposed. Others aren't. 

Life seems to throw different levels of struggle our way. One area of our attention may be on an even keep while another area is experiencing a slog. The climb feels steeper, and leaves us winded. It is not us managing the controls, and yet they waver. Maybe the point to to increase strength and endurance. 

Benjamin always fetches a moist towelette to wipe down the machine when our time is up. He brings one for me too, which I appreciate. This week there were two other people in the row finishing, and he gave each of them one as well. Which surprised them. 

Kindness to strangers is another way we can improve.