I recently slipped and fell on my ass. I mean literally, not the usual figurative ass falling that um…befalls me…once in a while. It seemed like just a little inconvenient bruise, and
after just two days of resting it I decided that it was time to go for a test ride on the old GT touring frame I had just finished building up. It was a fun ride, just a scant 28 miles out to the Cumming Tap and back, that helped work out some ideas to fix the bugs still going on within the build. I even kept an average speed of 17.6 mph, which is about 4 mph faster than my former normal pace. It seems the weight loss has been working wonders there. My tail bone was seemingly fine, I had been taking Ibuprofen to help with any inflaming, and of course I had a few libations at the Tap. My legs felt great, my backside wasn’t doing to bad, and it was a beautiful night to ride. Good Times.
Ever since that day, I have been in more pain. I was told to rest it, but laying on the couch just makes me a grouch (my twitter account will show that), and that actually makes my back strain a lot worse. Best thing to do is stand up, stay on your feet, I read. I did that for a few days, to no avail. I have tried riding, sticking to just putzing around the East Village, and that’s ok, but the ass hatchet Fizik I’ve got on this GT doesn’t have a lot to offer someone in the course of tailbone relief. Riding hurts. It’s not happening. I’ve been trying to keep my spirits up and my diet in tact, it’s so easy to fall back into bad eating habits when you’re injured. I had just recently reached a plateau in my weight loss, and was ready to put in some hefty amounts of endurance miles to start burning off the rest of this chub chub I had built up over the last few years. I’m cool with staying where I’m at, though. I’m still feeling 200% healthier than just a few months back.
I know this is a long-term recovery injury, but I’m going fucking out of my mind not riding. It’s JUNE, FFS! It’s the actual cycling season! I’ve got so many miles to ride, so much camping/dirt bagging to do, so many bikes to break! I just feel like this injury keeps feeling worse, and so do I as I contemplate how long I won’t be riding bikes. Time to grab some shop towels to mop up my crocodile tears.
There’s light at the end of the tunnel, but it’s a little difficult to see right now.