Got on the bike today for the first time after 6 months off it. 4.5 months of recovery from toe surgery, 6 months of intermittent riding before that with a *$&#ed up toe... Felt funny today. Pedaled triangles (25% worse than squares). Coughed a ton of shit out of my head and lungs which was conceptually gross, but in practice allowed me to breathe free-er than I've breathed in... well, 6 months. My right leg is atrophied from doing no work for this whole period. My left knee was grumbling - it's been getting worked and the mild tendonitis let me know it. The ride was short - 8-9 miles of easy spin, or at least as easy as I could manage. 40 minutes. It sucked.
Felt pretty good though too.
The journey of a thousand steps begins with the traveling moron setting his alarm clock to go off at 5:30 so he can get up and sneak in a ride before work. Ancient Chinese proverb, that. Just had to mention this to you to prove rumors of my demise are somewhat exaggerated.
Plus I just had to comment on this:
That dude, whoever he is, has the same basic running form, as this dude:
It's uncanny. The dude above, however, needs a moustache. And some hobnail boots/running shoes.
Oh well... Keep on truckin', clean shaved runnin' dude.