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 »