It's now been 10 months since getting sick and my recovery is glacially slow but measurable. I've been on the bike a couple of times -- sticking to the flat roads in our neighborhood. Hopefully a little regular riding will help address my chronic low-energy situation.
I rode 5 slow miles on Saturday which totally wiped me out. Recovery is equally slow, taking many days to recover from each ride. I'm obviously riding pretty slowly -- less than 10 mph so leg strength is really not a factor yet. The limiting factor is my shoulders, which are only strong enough to hold my upper body steady for a few minutes before wearing out. My hands also get tired pretty fast.
At my slow pace I'm not really getting into the cardio zone yet so I can't really judge how my new heart responds to training yet. I hope it will be OK.
Yesterday marked the first time I did a bit of resistance training, riding over the elevated pedestrian bridge that spans one of our local expressways. It's about 100 feet long and climbs about 30 feet. Short and stiff. I used to do sets of 10 out-of-the-saddle sprints up each side.
Now I ride it once each way -- which is more then enough. It awakened a number of unused muscles in my back and hips which remain sore this morning.
I think my cycling is more rewarding spiritually than physically but right now that's just fine. It just feels good being out there.
Tuesday, February 17, 2015
Sunday, February 1, 2015
Back in the saddle
After months of anticipation I rode my bike today. It wasn't far or fast but it was a real ride -- helmet, gloves, heart rate monitor -- the works. The ride itself wasn't too bad, I used my monster-cross, a large-tired cross bike made by Black Mountain Cycles. It's got a really smooth ride and I sit a bit more upright than the Hakkalugi race bike. Still my shoulders were the limit, getting sore after just a few minutes.
It was a emotional event, Sunday morning bike rides have been a tradition for me for more than 10 years and restarting them marks a return to normalcy. During the ride, I was overcome with emotion as I remembered laying in the hospital bed dreaming about riding again. Today that dream came true.
Link to Strava
It was a emotional event, Sunday morning bike rides have been a tradition for me for more than 10 years and restarting them marks a return to normalcy. During the ride, I was overcome with emotion as I remembered laying in the hospital bed dreaming about riding again. Today that dream came true.
Link to Strava
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