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My grandfather's Bike
Every day he wakes up, eats in the healthiest way, takes his 20 different natural vitamins, gets a shower, grabs his walking pole or his mountain bike and gets off to Chipinque mountain. And each day, he gets a little bit further even do he gets a little bit slower. My grandfather is a very strict and stubborn man, but as he is stubborn he is happy and grateful with life, he has never let down anyone in my family and he has fought all his life working so that not even his grandchildren have everything necessary to live in life. He is a strong guy, he has never stopped exercising, when he was in college (ITESM) he was majoring in Engineering and he also managed to be the Quaterback and Running Back at Borregos Football Team, and not only that, but he was the team captain and won the championship two times. Of course I wasn’t alive at that time, but a few years ago I was honored to be with him when he got into the ITESM hall of fame. He always encourages me to sports, he believes that they are an essential part in life, before he asks me about my grades, he asks how I did on my last 5k run, or on my soccer match or even how fast I went on my MTB (Mountain Biking) run. Every Sunday, all of my family goes to my grandparents house and eat there. I remember the first day my grandfather invited me to go with MTB with him, I was like 15 years old, of course I knew how to ride a bike, but not going up a mountain. When we got to the first part, I was really amazed and frightened of how my grandpa could do this 4 or 5 times a week. In my head I said to myself “This most be a joke, how does he do it? He most be here for hours until he gets to the top”. But of course, he finished 20 minutes before me. As I finished, he laughed and laughed at me and said “What happened Andres? Are you tired?”. And from that Sunday, we never stopped. We subscribed into 24 hour long MTB races, he bought me an incredible bike, we got to know each other better. I think that in someway, he missed having this alone times with my dad, so when I was with him, he was living new great memories and also reliving old ones. And the best thing was, he never ever went and rushed things, he did not care about how much time he spend on going up, as long as he could get to the top. A year ago, he had a little ski accident, and he had a surgerie. Now he can’t ride his bike anymore, but every time he feels good to go for a walk, we go together. But now I have realized, that every time I go up alone or with friends, as I get on top of the mountain, I remember him and the first time we got there together. I smile and feel blessed and amazed of how lucky I am to have a amazing grandfather.
