It will be 6 weeks this Tuesday morning since Kevin and I crashed on black ice, putting my cycling on ice and doing a real number on my sanity. The ortho doc said 6 weeks off the bike, period. A couple weeks ago I asked for updated x-rays to see if that could be shortened a bit, but no, he said things looked just as expected, everything right on plan. Just not MY plan.
I gave an update to the doc a few days ago, pointing out my capabilities (can get around without crutches, climbing stairs normally, etc), reminded him of what a nice day it was going to be Sunday, and asked if I could have my sentence reduced by 3 days. HE SAID YES!!!
Not wanting to risk a setback, I planned a flattish route where I could draft Kevin as much as possible, keeping the watts relatively low. The minimum ride would be “the loop” and, if I was up to it, extending the southern end to Los Altos. I told Kevin he needed to keep the watts down a bit, because I didn’t know what would happen if I tried to push things. Not just from the standpoint of recovering from the injury, but also because it’s a virtual certainly I’d be in terrible shape. The Garmin was confirming my lack of shape, giving me an initial fitness score of -4 I think? No wonder; in the past six weeks my weight drifted up slightly to 173 and since then dropped to 161.5. Especially the past two weeks I haven’t felt like eating much and have been pretty anxious.
That weight thing. On the one hand, it’s been a long-time dream to get my weight down to where it presently is. The problem? This isn’t a “real” weight loss. Most likely muscle that’s missing, and I need that! We’ll see how it plays out over the next few weeks.
It’s good to be back.
