A quick history first;
The very same week that I was cleared by my ankle surgeon to ride my bike, a funny thing happened…
A “reoccurring” friend of mine decided to show up, a “friend” that had put me in the hospital on two previous occasions in the past.
- The week that I was cleared to ride my bike…
-I lost the ability to ride my bike...
Fast forward through five months of repeated Doctor visits and countless medications to today…
|Blurry as it goes, I lost my footing as I snapped the pic of my bike|
Today was the first time that I have legitimately ridden my single speed since January 5, 2011.
A recap of the ride would look something like this;
6 miles of;
-Picking the wrong lines
-Pushing up several switchbacks that I used to clean
-Hitting a section of slick roots and spinning just long enough to realize that I was going over the handle bars.
Awkward to say the least
|I had just rode past 2 fawns when I saw this guy in the stream|
And as I pedaled through the pine forest the conversation with my Doc became crystal clear in my mind.
“Can I ride”?
“Do you want to get better”?
So, I rode, and I will ride again, and at the risk of sounding over dramatic it will probably land me back in the hospital as well, but it is where I dwell, and I can be no other place.