Sigh. In my heart of hearts, I knew it was coming. When I got up this morning, the newest issue of Bicycling magazine was on the coffee table, opened to this ad. My bike sat quietly by the fireplace, casting judgment. I can't blame her. She has been more than patient.
Over the past week, as I've struggled to come to grips with the back pain, it has become pretty evident that I'm dealing with plain, old, unsexy muscle atrophy. When I'm taking the pain meds, I can push myself really well, but my back muscles are doing more of the work than I realize. The only way to deal with it, long term, is to stay off the drugs and be happy with achieving much less.
So, yesterday I rode my bike for (sigh) 20 minutes, then walked the dog for 35 minutes. Today I've been too tired and sore to do much else.
To quote my favorite Bonnie Raitt line, "I will not be broken." Humbled, yes.
1 comments:
Gosh, you are as impatient as me! Relax and give it all some time! you're doing great! Think about all those people that just despair and spend months and months at home in deep depression... and that you're not one of them.
But I like your Bicycling mag ad... I do feel sometimes like a beast of burden incesantly being used by others, but hadn't thought that one of my own dear machines took the same advantage of me.
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