Hey! That’s me!
Hey, that’s me on my bike!
After an entire week of absolutely gorgeous weather that has sparked droves of cyclists on the roads, I couldn’t stand it any longer. I mean it’s as if every cyclist I saw was taunting me, just like I used to tease my sisters (Oops! Didn’t mean to let that slip. Sorry sis’s). So, ten days after my surgery, I got out on the bike for a while this evening.
I wasn’t sure how far I would go, and certainly didn’t intend to go fast, but I wanted to know how capable I was of riding at this point. I took the Surly, knowing it would offer a much more cushy ride than the Giant, and I purposely left the tires just a tad under-inflated as well.
Surprisingly, I felt pretty good as I tentatively headed up the hill from our subdivision. I found out fairly quickly that it was uncomfortable to stand out of the saddle, but as long as I stayed seated and cranked away in low gears, I made it up the hill just fine.
After a tentative lap around Catholic High School, I decided I was feeling good enough to head out toward Turners. I figured that I could simply turn around before heading down to the river if it began to feel like I needed to do so.
As I approached the Clydesdale farm, I noticed several horses out in the pasture, so I turned up the road running alongside for a picture. After admiring them a few minutes (and failing to call them over to the fence), I debated whether I should turn back or keep going. At that point, I was still feeling pretty good so I decided to forge ahead.
After crossing the river, I turned to climb the back side of Turners instead of the steeper side of the hill at the store. The climb actually felt pretty good, and I felt like my legs were getting stronger as I rode. At the top, I decided to play it safe and turn for home instead of continuing out toward Rogersville.
Up on the top of Turners, I decided to take a detour down a road where I know a co-worker is building a house. It’s coming along nicely, but my curiosity was rewarded by a dog chase. Actually, it wasn’t much of a chase, because I refused to run. After a while, it got tired of barking at me and left me alone.
Just before the dog, I saw a couple of deer, and shortly afterwards, came upon a herd of at least a dozen more in the pasture. They let me stop and get my phone out, but before I could get a good picture, they had enough and bounded off. You can almost make out half of them in the pic below.
The rest of the trip was pretty uneventful, and I made it back to the house with 15.86 miles on my computer and an average speed of 12.4 mph. For the first ride, I’ll take it!
I did, however, decide that even though my incision isn’t where one would normally use chamois butter, that the next time I ride I’ll use it liberally over the scar where it’s still pretty tender. My apologies if that’s TMI…..
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