Back on my feet

So this weekend I finally left my crutches behind and even got out for a light pedal on two wheels. You really don't really know what you have until it is gone, and you don't fully appreciate it until you get it back. And generally I am pretty appreciative of every chance I get on my steed. Stepping backed on the pedals this weekend marked the end of a little over six weeks off my bike due to a knee injury and the subsequent surgery. Feeling confident I could finally get a full stroke in on the pedals, I pulled my bike out of my basement and decided to ride down my street to the end and back. A little over an hour later I returned home after having ridden back and forth down every street downtown above my house. It might seem pretty elementary to enjoy riding a downhill bike down a paved road but it was a huge relief to just be on my bike again and achieve that milestone in my recovery. I still couldn't stand up and pedal with much force, but I am noticing improvements every day and am pretty stoked not to have to crutch around school anymore. I lust for the day I can sit on my bike at the top of Rio, looking down the valley through the grasslands and knowing that I can finally enjoy what I love every day, hopefully surrounded by a crew of likewise smiling Cafe shredders. Here surrounded by textbooks and projects up to my ears, God I can't wait.

J