I remember telling someone once that we could only visit them if I drove, because Karen's fear of heights kept her from driving up the steep hill to their house. On the other hand, she could do things that I couldn't and so, in our complementary way, we could do anything.
Today on a bike ride from Bird Creek to Girdwood, I had to stop on a steep hill, take off my sweater, splash some water on my face, and rest for a few minutes before finishing. Just like always. My iPhone kept recording however, and so we got a complete record of the first half of the ride. On the ride back, the phone inexplicably quit recording, but, I kept riding, and we all made it back safely.