“If you desire healing,
let yourself fall ill
let yourself fall ill.”
“It’s not how far you fall, but how high you bounce that counts.”
― Zig Ziglar
I finally feel like I’m starting to recover. After the Jeep run yesterday, I came home and zonked out on the couch for at least two hours. I had no choice. My body just shut down. It’s going to take a long, long time to get my endurance back.
This morning I woke to the birds, as usual, and couldn’t seem to go back to sleep. So I woke up and opted to ride my bike. It had a flat, and I was lazy, so I didn’t get out until after 6. I hit the Lunch Loops and met Dave, who was handing out Grand Junction Off-road fliers and donuts. Because it was National Donut Day, of course!
He decided to join me for a short and very casual jaunt up Pet-e-kes, and down Tabeguache. He kept it in the same gear the entire time, while I panted and heaved myself, still struggling to fill my lungs.
It was great to see so many people out- an older woman who gently harassed us as we leap-frogged with her, Kristina off to ride something insane, a woman with a broken brake… and many others. I love the camaraderie on our trails!
After the short ride, Dave offered me a drive home, but I opted to ride it. It was a tough choice, but worth it.