Cycling, I miss it. Like any athletic pursuit, or for that matter life in general we are bound by gravity. It keeps us there, but sometimes it can be a real bitch. Case in point, last fall, when she bit me in the ass, or more appropriately bit my shoulder in the ass.
Which it turns out I fractured, tore tendons, and cartilage, and for most practical purposes had to have rebuilt. So here i am on pain meds typing with my right hand, and looking at this with nothing I can do about it, but try and be patient. However, I can support my friends racing, and next week prob be back on a stationary trainer.
For instance, my buddy Jordan. He has delved into road, track and CX racing, after coming from skating with the US short track team for a number of years. He easily won his race Sunday in the beginner field, and has been able to move up categories. I am sure it won’t be long until he cats up again.
So as long as I have races to watch/photograph/volunteer at, this rehab shouldn’t be too bad. Don’t expect to see any off road adventures from me though in the next 6 months. It’s tarmac only until then, and left handed typing for the near future.