With the weather turning on a dime the way it has lately as fall blends into winter, I’ve been hawking the forecast both online and out my window quite a bit lately to pick just the right time to rip out on the bike. Inevitably, I’ll find that window opens just after whatever I’ve had for breakfast or lunch has already spent all its energy inside me. Yah, I sure know a good deal of that energy loss could be due to some of the “caged Bruce” pacing I do between work tasks. Read more »
For me, it’s all a big smile: cycling = physical + mental + emotional stability.
One morning this January, though, I woke up with my right knee feeling like I’d smashed it into a wall while I was sleeping. The only thing is, there’s no wall next to my bed. I kept riding. My knee got worse and even grew the half ping-pong ball sized bulge shown below right on my knee cap. Still, I blew it off until my dear ol’ retired doc mom said, “Just get it fixed”. I get blunt very well. Read more »