I continue to be amazed at the body’s ability to heal … and at the seemingly magical powers of cycling.
Today marked three weeks since my first nervous ride out on the road. Since then it’s gone pretty well — way better than I ever would have imagined.
This morning I left early to try to beat the rain. Figuring that the ride would be cut short, I started riding a little harder than I otherwise would have. But it brightened up, the rain held off, and so I kept going.
100km is my minimum threshold for calling a ride a “long ride”.
At 80km today I decided to go for “long ride” status. I made it, though the last 10km were pretty hard.
Crazy thing is that I still can’t quite walk without a limp, but if you saw me on the bike you wouldn’t think anything was out of the ordinary … until I showed you my scar. Which I did today while briefly riding with another rider I’d come up on. It’s always good for a “wow”.
I think I have to stop using my handicap parking tag though, when parking at work. People are starting to look at me in a funny (not-good) way.