Three months ago when I broke my hip, I assured my mother I wouldn't ride again until I put some weight on and my bones were less osteoporotic.
Neither has happened yet, but I've been given the 'all clear' from the ortho dept, so I did go for a teeny weeny spin today (<3 miles) to cheer myself up and stave off my mounting road fear (I now appreciate how terrifying and insane cycling must seem to non-cyclists who follow the news or hear about those creepy 'Die In' protests).
Three months ago when I broke my hip, I assured my mother I wouldn't ride again until I put some weight on and my bones were less osteoporotic.
Neither has happened yet, but I've been given the 'all clear' from the ortho dept, so I did go for a teeny weeny spin today (<3 miles) to cheer myself up and stave off my mounting road fear (I now appreciate how terrifying and insane cycling must seem to non-cyclists who follow the news or hear about those creepy 'Die In' protests).
Oh boy, did it work.
:)