Though hobbled at the moment, I’ve had a successful cycling year already, having completed my goal of finishing three double centuries in California (Hemet, Davis, and the Grand Tour) during the spring and early summer, and thus won the right to wear the special California Triple Crown jersey.
But in an irony of ironies, my jersey came in the mail just two days after I crashed. Of course, I couldn’t even put it on, let alone go riding with it.
That is, until today. On a whim, I decided to try pulling it on – and shocked myself by doing just that. My shoulder is getting better every day, apparently. Not enough to go riding though. That’ll be a while. I do start therapy in a week, (from what I’ve heard, that’ll be a big ouch), so things are moving along.
I must admit, the thought of riding again (and potentially crashing) is a bit scary. Other riders with similar experiences say I’ll eventually get over that. Let’s hope so. Up until yesterday, I hadn’t missed riding at all, but now I’m starting to. My legs are getting weaker by the day. It sucks losing all that fitness. But I’m at the point I can start doing some kind of exercise for my legs. We live near a mountain preserve, with plenty of trails to go hiking.
Just have to wait out this streak of 110+ degree days we’ve been having the past few weeks.
Wherefore art thou, autumn?
