Ten days ago I rolled my ankle pretty severely and have been off my bike the whole time.
I'm not sure exactly what I did to it but the pain has been pretty strong. I've needed to keep my foot up most of the time. Had bruising from my ankle to my toes and even in the arch...
Riding has been my happy place for such a long time, it's my meditation and my exercise, solitary, time out with just the right amount of sociability (as I pass other travelers). I have been relying on it for my sanity, but found I was chasing the feeling of 'Bliss'. I'd taken the whole thing beyond a healthy discipline and had become dependant on it for a kind of high.
Riding the cool of dawn (or in the evening) with some great music to listen to. Less traffic, no noise, starlight, moon, bats silently flitting by, the occasional curlew calling. It's magic!
Ha! So who's it hurting anyway?
Nobody! Except I wasn't prepared to be incapacitated for more than a week.
I really struggled not being able to ride.
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Tonight I finally rode my bike home from work and the sensation was exquisite! Nearly a full moon, tail wind no clouds. The bike practically rolled the whole way home with no effort at all. It felt like perfection.
Song of the night: Shallow - Lady Gaga.
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