Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Back in the saddle

Well, against my doctor's orders, I took the Redline out for my usual 8.5 mile routine of mixed trails and singletrack. It was an incredible early spring day, and I was cooking in a light hoodie (we here at the nonserious cyclist spurn any kind of obviously cycling-specific clothing).

It was also completely wonderful, and the haze of mental apathy and confusion that had descended on me like a cloud with my injury and the subsequent pain lifted a little, and I felt like myself again.

Still don't dare do anything serious with the shoulder, though. So, not doing measurements until I can start lifting again. That just seems like masochism.