I had to get myself up on my bicycle again, since the horrific cycling accident in Jan. To ease back into the saddle a friend brought over his super delux Trainer and mounted my bike on it.
At first, I ignored the bicycle...if I ignore it, will the pain in my pelvic not start to ache, if I ignore it, will it make it all better, if I ignore it will I ever get back to riding my bicycle?????
Yeah, yeah...the only that happened with ignoring the bicycle was, I didnt exercise and gained weight.
So one day I sat on the cycle, still mounted on the trainer. The anxiety that came over me was such a panic; body broke out in a sweat, breathing was rapid and shallow, I felt like I was falling...so I jump right off. Boy Howdy, that was the hardest thing I've done in awhile.
Took to sitting on the sucka every day, then put my feet in the pedals, then did a couple of rotations, until one day.....I suited up, and attacked the bike with a vengance...VICTORY IS MINE (I yelled...and I'm sure the entire apt complex heard).
Cranked up the IPOD, and hit it for an hour. Did that a few days, then one day it was time to graduate to the Great Outdoors.
OHHHH NOOO...darn that panic..TOO BAD, I had already taken the bike off the Trainer and I didnt know how to put it back...FORCED to ride it outside.
The pains of panic were coursing through my hands, arms, and legs, I ignored them and started out on the street; hypervigilante of any crack or deformation in the road.
Having to pass my first runner, just about caused me to fall off the bike, and when others passed me, I almost swerved into the drainage ditch....30 minutes was QUITE long enough for THAT 1st day.
Today was my 4th attempt at riding. I've gotten up to 50 miles at times, but today I took my friend out for her first ride on her own bicycle.....the cruise was GREAT. I felt so in control...oh yeah, I was the Pro with my student....chick-a-boom-boom..
.Pardon me while the MASTER coasts through this pathway...thank ya....thank ya very much....THEN P=O=P!!!!!!!!!!....
Ran over a screw so badly, it was unfixable. So we walked a few miles, until a Good Samaritan (G.S.) stopped to help repair my tire. After two patches, it was determined the valve was broken and the tire no longer would hold air.
My G.S., Frank, happened to be a bicycle repair man and had a full kit on his bike (except had run out of tubes). When he couldn't fix my tire, he called his wife, who brought the van and picked the three of us and our bikes up and dropped my friend and I at my apt.
...it wasn't 5 minutes prior that I was complaining that usually cyclists stop and at least ASK if you need help....and lo and behold...TAAAA DAAAA...The Calvery arrived (so much for my faith-how emBAREarsing).
This didn't scare off my friend and once I get my tube replaced, we are going to start biking as much as possible.
Here below are some photos of our biking adventure....my friend snuck off with my camera, and had some fun
1st photo is me and my GS
2nd photo is my friend is glam'in it up....sheesh, that girl, too much fun!