2 weeks ago today, I crashed on my mountain bike. My shoulder reminds me pretty much every minute I’m awake of that crash. The bruise on my right hip looks like I took a beating from my waist down to my knee. Fortunately, it looks worse than it feels. It’s my shoulder though that is going to take some time to heal. I’m not the Spring chicken I was when I was in my 20’s. I’m 46 now and I don’t heal like I used to.
I’m still riding, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t in any pain.
Today I will head out and do a 10-mile ride (or more), but I will play it safe and stay on a paved trail. The recent rains we’ve had here would make dirt trails too treacherous and they typically tend to be closed on days after a heavy rainfall.
There is a new trail I’ve been dying to try, so I think today will be a good day for it.
Hopefully no crashes today.