Today was the seven day anniversary of my stitches-inducing wreck on the Mueller Park trail. I’ve already cut out most of my stitches, but the great part is that today I am riding a bike again. True, I am not riding my mountain bike, but I am riding. It’s nice to be back. I can’t believe how tied together my ability to exercise and my mental well-being are. When my lungs aren’t pumping harder than they want to, they feel a little left out of the game if you know what I mean.
In the mean time, I discovered this morning that I am a sit-up machine. I’m actually going to start working on doing more of them. I busted out 50 without breathing hard and I thought, you know, this could be a great thing.
The happiest news, of course, is that I will be back on my mountain bike for real this Saturday. We’re going to be doing an awesome mix of rides on the Dutchman Hollow trails. Only one hitch so far: I haven’t figured out where to camp yet. Oh well, I still have a day to get that under control.
Can’t wait to ride Mueller on Monday and beat my record…
