The most recent comeback from Achilles surgery has been without a doubt the hardest. It’s been slow, slow; stop, start, and I haven’t ridden my bike for at least a few weeks. The furthest I have ridden since the opp is about 15 miles.
I currently feel that I have lost any hope that I will ever ride a bike for any significant distance again. Some of this is my own doing, there hasn’t been much love for getting out in the bad weather and the snow, and I haven’t shown much enthusiasm for turbo training sessions in my freezing garage. If I’m honest other things have seemed more appealing, couple that with the pain I have and its not surprising its been difficult.
Anyway, enough of this bleating. Yesterday I received an email, I have no idea why I was sent it, other than that I may subscribe to a website. Before pressing the delete button to consign it to trash I thought id take a look.
I was immediately grabbed by the first sentence so went on to read the rest. With the exception of the age of the guy I recognised myself straight away, or if not myself someone I could become.
After some thought I realised that I do not what to go down that road and I have to do something before its too late. Thanks to that email I’m starting again I’m going to give it my all to come back including putting as much effort in that I can. Riding my bike is my hobby and I’m not me if I can’t do it.
So my readers (not sure I have any really) once more I’m on the comeback trail, and as with any good comebacks it starts the next day. Oh come on I have to get myself prepared.
Over this weekend I will devise a training plan that all being well will take me to a small distance sportive either in April or early May and will actually ride my bike for at least an hour. These will be the first tentative steps to yet another comeback.
Watch this space.
Here is the email
'My driving force comes from the saying “you don’t stop playing because you get old, you get old because you stop playing”
My other driving force is listening to other people of my age (65) who sit around and say “when I was young I was into every sport, I was county champion in x-country, captain of the 1st Div football team and I nearly made the Olympics for 10,000 M”.
Amazing that none of them were just average sports people and none of them talk about what they achieve now. They always have a big toe problem that just prevents them participating in anything.... but they would be fantastic if they did.
I am not bragging, but I have every excuse to sit down and reflect on my average sporting past. I am short, fat, 65, asthmatic, with one arm and a host of minor ailments... but I ain’t gonna sit down and wait for the Grim Reaper... he will have to put his skates on if he thinks he will catch me. My message to all my fellow ol’ gits is to get off yer butts and keep ahead of that Grim Reaper.
And you will be able to stand at the bar and tell them what you do now and will be doing in 10 years time.... go for it!!!!!!
