Two Wheel Blogs

Note to self: Stop numbering posts as "Step X"

Today was too nice a day not to ride.

Note to self: Six days between steps is too long.

Have I whined lately about how busy I am at work, and how this huge project is eating up all my free time, and how I have not time to get to the health club and, if I did, I wouldn't have the energy? Have I been a cry baby about this recently?

I hope not.

Okay, technically this should be Step 3.

I rode today for the first time since January 1st. I've had other opportunities since then, but I've passed on them in order to do other things -- work, mostly. But today, I decided to seize the opportunity instead. I figured I owed it to myself.

So ... where was I?

That's right. I was training for the St. Louis half marathon when I stupidly twisted my left ankle while running some place where I had no business running. The twist not only severely sprained the muscles in my ankle, but it fractured an ankle bone as well.

That was Tuesday, October 12th. And it triggered a sequence of events I know well from prior experience:

So, how am I doing?

About like you'd expect. My foot feels better. Not that it ever hurt that much. I could tell it was injured -- obviously. But it's not like it was causing me constant pain. An area directly below my ankle is still sensitive, and the muscles in my foot are weak.