I had been itching for a long ride for months, maybe even a year, and I decided it was time to test the systems and strive for a comeback ride. April has been a great time of testing out my body and its limits. Calf surgery to remove a muscle and release an artery was in early March so I’m quickly moving away from that fiasco. My spine and core muscles have been feeling solid with all the extra physical therapy. A few early tests went very well, so I planned a series of rides to further push my body Read More
I’m a little scared to say it out loud, but my first attempts at actual training are going really dang well. I feel like I’m finally able to train, add intensity, and PUSH my body without something failing. I’m cleared from a calf and spine perspective! I still have a wheezy cough which makes me sound like a dog’s squeaker toy, but thanks to nebulizers and albuterol I can still get rides in without dying. This Week This week brought about 7.5 hours on the bike. The rides included sprints, a difficult outdoor group ride, and a 2.5 hour Read More
What a difference a year can make. It was this time last year when I started falling down the stairs, unexpectedly, intermittently. At first it was subtle …
At the end of my post-op appointment, I tentatively asked the surgeon “How much biking is too much biking?” He looked me straight in the eye and said …
I know exactly why I told pretty much no one that I was having surgery until a few days prior. I can actually say it out loud now that I’m on the other side.
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The odd “numb and painful leg” mystery has been solved! I’m having surgery today to fix the issue with my circulation.
Bike riding hasn’t been good to me lately, so my fitness in that area is sliding. The lack of riding is getting to me, but the concept of progress being equivalent to perfection is a great motivator to push forward with what I AM able to do.
I don’t know how NOT to fight and push for answers, so the search continues
…I can look back on the year and know that I constantly pushed to my limits almost every single damn day, and sometimes past them, in an effort to get back to feeling like “me”.