I LOVE my new bike. She’s light, and quick, and full of spunk, and she lets me escape from the problems of the world.
For 40+ glorious miles, I forgot about nagging ailments, pending radiology reports, laundry, and dirty dishes. I even forgot that cycling was not a sport which I consider myself good at.
Like playing a grand game of follow the leader, I found my spot in line, and enjoyed the rush of endorphins resulting from this awesome ride. I enjoyed many of the same things that I love about running: wind in my face, a good hard workout, taking in the view, camaraderie. Better still, no pounding which translated to no pain.
Somehow I managed to hold my own for most of the trip. By the end I was still smiling despite being pretty spent. Lucky for me, this nice man let me suck the back wheel of his bike for the final miles.
Hopefully my doctor will have some news for me on Monday. Then, we can discuss what activities I am allowed to do. This adventure may well have been my “last hurrah” but I’m crossing my fingers that cycling will be on the “okay as tolerated list.”