Life is better on a bike!

Category: injured (Page 2 of 2)

I am not sure how many people read my blog any longer since I disappeared on you and have only posted from time to time the last few years. So I feel pretty safe admitting something here that I wouldn’t say out loud or put on Facebook or Twitter. Here it is:

The weather is too nice. Way too nice. Low 70’s, sunny and no wind.

What does that say to you my fellow cycling fiend? Right. And if you read Hit you know I can’t.

Honestly I wish I could skip Fall and go straight into winter and if you know where I live you know just how crazy a statement that is. Crazy but true. Painfully true and I feel bad for feeling that way. Which is why I am only saying it here, where you are the only one to read it, our secret now.

I hate this. It is so hard being stuck inside, hell, in bed or the couch. It sucks. It has been 6 weeks, a long time to do nothing.

I hate it. Did I say that already?

Here it is: Fall has always been my favorite time to ride and it is so hard, so depressing not being able to. Depressing in a way that is darker and heavier, harder to accept than my current injured state. I don’t know how to be this person I now am. Come on rain, gray days. I need you.

To be hit is every cyclist’s biggest fear, worry, nightmare. I was hit by a car August 2, 2021 riding a route I have ridden hundreds of times.

I am not yet recovered, physically or mentally. Not even close. My physical recovery could take a year. My emotional and mental recovery will take longer I expect.

If you have spent any time here, or just peruse this blog now, you will easily see that I love cycling. To put it quite simply, cycling is near and dear to my heart. Riding my bike is a core part of who I am and how I live. My thirty-one years of cycling had me at a fitness level that would be unachievable without those thousands of hours of sustained cardiovascular effort and tens of thousands of miles. Cycling is why I have a resting heart rate in the 40’s and a blood pressure of someone in their 20’s. I do not look, move, act or feel anywhere near my age – all because of cycling.

That has now changed. Time will tell to what extent those changes are permanent. I wonder sometimes if the driver ever thinks about what he took from me. First, even if he does think about me, he has no idea what he took away. What he took from me in the present and the future. I am unable to find the words even to explain it to you in this blog post, but I feel it and only a cyclist who has been seriously injured while doing what we all love can understand. If you are one of those cyclists, or have ever been part of this horrible club no cyclist wants to be a part of, I could use some encouragement from you or to hear how you made it through. Because presently I do not see a way forward to being who I used to be.

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