Setback

            I spent the week back behind the wheel driving on some pretty wet roads as a large swath of rain passed over.  It felt good and felt more like retuning to normal.  I began hoping I might manage a ride on Saturday if we could beat the forecasted rain.

            Unfortunately on Thursday, as I was exercising and on my fourth body squat, something pulled internally.  It was my first real incident of pain and both surprised and disappointed me.  Any weakness in my core meant more delays in riding.  So I had to make do with another start up; I didn’t even risk mounting the motorcycle as that would cause pulling on my stomach.

            Next week might be a snow in and yes, southeastern Virginia gets snowed in when it only snows inches.  So I may get an extra recovery week before another chance to ride.  I can feel the deprivation.  Many riders claim motorcycle riding is a form of therapy, and I am finding myself in agreement with that claim.  I am trying not to get depressed about not riding; I think if I pretend we winterized the Rocket and R Nine T, I can fool myself as to why I’m not getting to ride.  I have learned that I am grateful I live in an area that allows year-round riding weatherwise.

            And until I can get back on my motorcycle, I’ll keep playing ID the bike on the roads with Bill.