Getting around

You know me, a veritable fountain of positivity.  Instead of lingering in the shit hole of a mid-summer, mountain biking prohibitive injury, why wouldn't I instead seek out the light?

Every cloud has a silver lining.

Life is like a box of chocolates...

Everything happens for a reason.

And all the other happy horse shit that gets stuffed into our brains in an attempt to comfort us when things aren't working out.

So here goes...

* I almost started running again.  I woulda had to stop so soon after starting, which woulda added to my frustration.

* I can sleep in on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays because I can't do my small barrage of morning calisthenics.

* I won't have to maintain my mountain bikes for a few weeks.

* I'll get 1.25 days of PTO back when I don't bother traveling up to Virginia to do that race I can't talk about this week.

* I won't have to coordinate any weekend rides for awhile.

* I was wondering if I could find a mid-to-late July race that would utilize all the fitness gained in the coming week.  Now, I don't have to bother.

So much upside, who could possibly see anything detrimental here?

Well...

I'm as heavy as I normally am... in December.  With a decrease in activity being forced on me (I can't breathe deeply or move quickly), I'm going to have to pump the brakes on all forms of consumption.  Breck Epic is almost a month out, and ribs/intercostal spacing injuries are a 3-7 week road to recovery, so I don't wanna dig a hole too deep to crawl out of (and I was already digging it before I got hurt).

I am able to soft pedal around.  I went greenway riding with Bill Nye (who's on the long term mend) and Dr Mike (probably a good idea for us to have a doctor with us) on Saturday, and I put even more miles in on Sunday.  If I can't go to that bike race I can't talk about to be a halping hand, I'll probably soft pedal A WHOLE LOT over the four day weekend.  I did ask The Pie what she was getting into on her trip to Florida, but it sounds like my inability to move about in a recreative manner would create quite the wet blanket on their trip.  I don't wanna ruin anyone's happy fun times.

This is unfamiliar territory for sure.  I can't remember having an injury that kept me from riding mountain bikes in the summer time since "Ohio me" broke my collar bone all the way back in '93 or '94.  At least I'm able to function well enough to go to work and fake it, so... you know... always look on the bright side of life.