Because I felt so good after my Saturday ride, I thought I could go a little further on Sunday. So I pedaled down to DUMBO and looped along the waterfront under the Manhattan Bridge. In all, I cycled for about an hour and a half--about half an hour longer than I rode on Saturday.
To give you some perspective, my Saturday ride was about as long as my commute was, round trip. So, while Sunday's ride was longer, it still barely seemed like a "baby" ride, at least in comparison to what I'm accustomed to doing.
Yesterday, I mentioned all of this to my orthopedic doctor. I also told him that immediately after my Sunday ride, I felt good but late that night I started to feel pain where my muscle strained. "You have to listen to your body," he said--specifically, that part of my body. "It's still healing," he reminded me. So are my gashes, though more rapidly. "They're looking good."
There's an irony in all of this: The injuries from my June accident were more serious, but my recovery from this mishap might be slower. Because I'd crashed face-first and there was slight bleeding by my brain, there was the potential--which, thankfully, wasn't realized--of some real damage. But after going about three weeks without headaches (and never having experienced dizziness), I was ready to ride and built myself back to something like my earlier condition in a few weeks. On the other hand, my recovery seemed more certain this time, but my injuries are in my leg, so it affects the pace of my cycling more than my earlier injuries.
My doctor counsels patience. I trust him but, damn, I want to go back to riding as many miles as I did before the accident!
