Sometimes I Feel It's A Shame

When I get feeling better when I'm feeling no pain.

Sundown, get it?

I'm almost back motor wise.  I still have pain while pedaling standing up.  I figure I'm down about 10% in my right leg.  The improvements seem to be coming at a better pace now.  Walking is still with a limp and I lack a lot of mobility, but every once in a while I forget which leg is injured.  I am getting tired of hurting though.

Head Games

Ahhh but my "self preservation" mechanism is still in high gear.  I am terrified of falling.  At least most of the time.  I will bail on the simplest of trail roots, sections I used to not even worry about, that I must have ridden 100 times, I still avoid.  Wuss.

But, this past week, on two separate rides, I forgot about falling and just rode the bike.  It was an amazing feeling, something that we all take for granted most of the time.  I don't mean to say I was being reckless or taking any big chances, but I also wasn't worried.  It's kinda hard to explain unless you've experienced it.  

Dirty Pecan

This was to be my first test to see if I was capable of riding 60 miles.  Plus there would be some group riding involved which I don't much care for right now.  

Me looking awesome

Anyhoo, I rolled out with the group but drifted toward the back before we hit the first clay section.  I figured it would be wet and didn't want to get involved in any theatrics.  It was a good call because the road was both slick and soft, with car ruts in some sections, and I was able to do what made me comfortable.  I settled into a nice pace and quickly began catching stragglers.

As I came to an intersection Ape Bike was stopped there, debating whether or not to continue on due to the soft road conditions.  Wuss.  I avoided calling him names (at least not then) and proceeded to ride with his group after they had decided to continue on the route.

Ape Bike, looking angry

The rest of the ride was rather enjoyable.  I was able to finish without much difficulty and still be able to walk.

We all hit the Mexican restaurant afterwards for adult beverages and brown food.  Much jocularity ensued and Big Worm learned not to leave his phone unattended.  

The Kid was home for the weekend and rode the event.  However I only saw him at the start and again at the finish.  He has no respect for his crippled old man.  When I finally rolled in he said "Hey Dad, you look pro."  Or maybe it was "slow".  Either way, it was a great day.