I've ridden twice since the crash. Once on Sunday for the Omaha Health Expo, which was part of the team's commitment to Alegent Health. That was 15 miles, slow and steady. The bumpy roads weren't bad, but they weren't good, either.
I rode the trainer yesterday, and that was 30 minutes of horrible. I planned on an hour originally, but cut it to 30 minutes when I ran short on time. It's for the best. It was pretty awful.
From the waist down, I'm fine. In fact, my legs feel outstanding. Mentally, I'm ready to go. But in between, I'm not quite ready. The yellowness is fading on my chest, and I woke up today feeling better than I had in a week. Mornings are generally brutal, but today was good.
No ride today -- no time -- but I'm riding again tomorrow. Wednesday night ride. Bike Masters. Yeah, I know. Too soon. I'm going to go ride my bike. And when (if?) I get spit out the back, I'll sit up and keep riding.
I have to.
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There is a picture of me up on the wall at OrthoWest rehab - riding the trainer, in my kit, in the backyard. This is a month after busting my collarbone. You should see the look on my face. Pure pain.
You know what you should have done with that Trek frame? Single speed.
With a coaster brake.
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