Today was one of the toughest bike rides of my life, and I only went about 8 blocks – my first post-surgery ride on a real bike. I’m not sure my surgeon or physiotherapist would approve, but I just couldn’t resist, especially after watching today’s Giro d’Italia highlights.
I took Violet because she has an upright, step-through frame. I thought that would make it easier. First obstacle: I couldn’t climb out of the parking garage, perhaps because she’s a single speed? Perhaps feeling the weight I’ve gained? I was wondering if I should have taken my 11-speed Brodie instead. (My road bike – Jon Snow – is completely out of the question for another several weeks – not sure I could even clip in/out properly…).
Once on the road I felt fantastic. However even a small incline got me huffing and puffing, so I don’t think smaller gears would have helped.
I felt like that was a big win for me. I needed that. I needed to feel like I’m making progress. I was so overjoyed, even with my eight-block ride, I was teary-eyed when we got back.
This time next year I’ll be prepping for another metric century ride, no doubt about it!
Photo by Ken Jeffery. Taking photos while riding is a skill I have yet to master…