Today I rode my bike for the first time in almost 2 months. I was scared that if it went beyond 2 months, I would not ever touch it again, so I went down into the basement and hopped on the bike for about 12 minutes.
The garage smelled like early season racing. It must have been a combination of rain, grease, rubber, and chamois cream. It's such a powerful smell, full of excitement and speculation about who will be fast and how the season will go. I experienced a weird mix of emotions as a result of this. Excited about what is to come, scared about how the recovery will go/if it will work, angry because the bike is what got me here in the first place, and sad to miss out on the early season or maybe even the whole season. And it reminded me how much I freaking miss riding my bike really, really hard. Using the bike as a rehab tool is incredibly taunting.
I think I may have to switch chamois cream as I embark on this recovery because Sportique brings back too many haunting memories of last year. I didn't even use any, but the smell is just so potent that it lingers in the garage. Interesting, since I just finished reading Jitterbug Perfume. Maybe Sportique is my beet pollen!
Anyway, riding a bike is hard when you can't twist your hip or flex it past 90 degrees. Getting on the bike and unclipping is difficult.
Overall, I think I am getting slightly better. It is still slow, up and down. No one ever articulated what "twisting" means, and it didn't occur to me until a few days ago that I was twisting more than I should have been. I seem to be improving now that I've stopped twisting.
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