The other day when my back went out, riding was impossible. Even breathing was too much to do without painful consequences. That seems to be improving as I rode last night, a very careful pavement ride, but it was a ride.
I missed my bike those 7 days off of the saddle. I was in the middle of some tire testing and a men's camping trip/ride was coming up, but more than any plans or obligations, I just missed it for it's own sake. I found myself looking at riders on their road bikes around town and thinking, "I used to be able to do that." I would drive by the local ride gathering spot for MTB rides and see riders gearing up and I felt detached...separated...distant. It was quite odd since I have been off the bike before for sickness, injury, etc. I am not sure why this time seemed so dark and different, but I found myself acutely aware of the fact that I may not always be able to do this cycling thing.
That sucks.
I hope that I can pedal a bike right up to the day God calls me home. That would be cool, but unlikely. Still, one can hope.
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