The end of May has been very, very trying for me.
The weather has turned drop-dead gorgeous. Temperatures arenâ€™t too high, the humidity hasnâ€™t been too thick, and everybody is working out outdoors.
Except for me, that is.
And Iâ€™m really in a funk as a result.
Itâ€™s really gotten to me this weekend, as today was the Mountains of Misery century, something Iâ€™ve done almost every Memorial Day since 2007. Itâ€™s typically my first big event ride of the season, and this year it wouldâ€™ve been the first long event of the year after a handful of road bike races.
But thanks to #projectfemur, I wasn’t there â€“ and itâ€™s crushing me.
I should’ve been out there, but I canâ€™t.
There was a generous offer to head down with one of my friends and either volunteer or â€œcoachâ€ from the sidelines. But that wasnâ€™t what I needed to do â€“ it wouldâ€™ve been just as tough, I think â€“ perhaps even tougher.
Iâ€™ve been working really diligently with my PT to rebuild my strength and flexibility. But improvements are now very minute, less tangible, and less rewarding in the short run.
I realize Iâ€™m on my own path this summer, that I canâ€™t gauge my performance against my cycling friends, and that I need to find the happiness where I can. But itâ€™s proving far tougher than I expected.
As I fully expected, working out indoors is proving to be less than ideal. Sure, it is getting me back in shape, and helping to rebuild my flexibility. But I just donâ€™t get the endorphin fix that I get from my outdoor bike rides. Thereâ€™s a good reason that I steer clear of spin classes, and riding an indoor trainer is proving that, loud and clear.
To me, riding a bike indoors â€“ whether on a spinning bike, an exercise bike, or a bike on a proper indoor trainer â€“ is akin to substituting masturbation for sex (I know, graphic analogy, but as I’m being blunt…). Itâ€™s not the same, it provides little of the satisfaction or reward. Iâ€™ve not yet done any work on the Wahoo indoor trainer, so maybe Iâ€™m getting ahead of myself, but itâ€™s still working out indoors. Itâ€™s having a fan blow on me while I physically go nowhere, instead of seeing actual distance pass under my tires, with the wind blowing through my hair, the birds chirping, and so forth.
That said, itâ€™s my only option right now, so I need to suck up and deal.
Granted, the outdoor pools in DC have reopened (though only on weekends until mid-June â€“ not overly useful for regular workouts just yet), and swimming laps will be something I can, and will, do. And Iâ€™ve had rowing recommended to me as a good way to keep in shape and address areas that cycling tends to miss (e.g. back and core muscles). So those things are in my future, for sure.
And there will be some hiking, once my leg is a little more stable and sure-footed. Thatâ€™ll get me out with some of my cycling friends who also like to hike â€“ a definite plus.
But thatâ€™s still a bit far off in the future. And I really, truly want to be on my bike, riding in the fresh air, getting the sun and the breeze, and being with my cycling friends in our â€œnative territory,â€ so to speak.
And itâ€™s not happening. It canâ€™t right now, and there is no proper substitute.
Iâ€™m a bit angry with my hematologist for keeping me on the anticoagulant meds for a full, six-month course. If it wasnâ€™t for that, I could commute by bike already. Even that would make life a lot better than it is now. I know itâ€™s petty and a bit myopic, and that Iâ€™m being kept on the meds for a valid reason, but the voice that drives my motivation isnâ€™t placated by that at all.
August canâ€™t come soon enough.
And even then, will my riding be up to snuff? I know plenty of friends who I donâ€™t ride with that often under normal circumstances (because my pace tends to be fast), and Iâ€™ll be able to ride with them. But when I ride with my normal crowd, I worry they will simply leave me in the dust, heaving for breath to catch up – or that they’ll spend half of the ride waiting for me to arrive.
That isnâ€™t an appealing thought at all.
I know from past experience that I tend to bounce back well from injury, and tend to be stronger than I was before said injuries. But my femur break and surgery are far and away the worst injury Iâ€™ve ever experienced, so this is a great unknown. There is no precedent in my life experience for this kind of recovery, and Iâ€™m simply not sure what to expect.
Will I be stronger than I was pre-injury? Will I still be as capable of climbing the hills on my bike? Will I still ski with the same confidence and strength? I simply just donâ€™t know.
And given I feel like Iâ€™m being left behind, like my improvement is going incredibly slowly, and my patience is razor-thin, having big unknowns in my life leaves me grasping at thin air to find some direction.
sprite has helped me as much as she can to try to keep my spirits up â€“ she rocks. So have many of my friends, for which Iâ€™m grateful. But this is still a battle that is very much my own, and one that only I can tackle.
I need to find a way to right this ship and find something positive to go on. I need ideas, because I just donâ€™t have any right now. The lows are outweighing the highs right now, and that needs to stop.
As I said: August canâ€™t come soon enough.
Days since surgery: 134