For those of you who are better at mental arithmetic then you’ll realise that 1246 hrs or 80760 minutes, is 8 weeks and 2 hours. Which to the best of my recall was the last time I rode a mountain bike (or any other bike)… until today… not that I’ve been counting or anything
So just going back along the timelines. 2nd of August was when I had my “high speed ground interface“. 2 weeks 2 days later (after a couple of X rays, a CT scan and some poor NHS communication) I had a op to put in a metal plate, helping to mesh together the four parts of my distal collar bone and the broken ligament.
From this point there was (it seemed) a long period of recovery which left me initially unable to do very much at all apart from sit around, then slowly get movement in my arm/shoulder. The op and recovery coincided with our summer holiday which didn’t go down to well with the Mrs, who did 2 weeks of driving, plus looking after our little fella and my niece & nephew who we’d generously offered my sister to take on holiday (hindsight is a wonderful thing!).
About two weeks ago I started driving (auto only to begin with) and for the last week I’ve been thinking of getting on the turbo trainer, which has only been put off due to a horrible cold, oh and the fact that I hate them.
After sitting on the turbo yesterday and feeling fine, we decided that since our little fella was off to a children’s party for two hours this afternoon, it was the perfect excuse for me and the Mrs to sneek off for a couple of hours on the bikes.
In what was the glorious sunshine this afternoon off we went, me on the Trek Fuel Ex8 (choosing the full susser trying to have as soothing a ride as possible) and Debbie on her mini scale Orange Five. It was only meant to be a short ride over to Effingham Common along the brideway that runs from Bookham Common to Effingham common, but with the day so beautiful and me having no riding aches we continued over the common, up the Old London road track to Dirtham Lane, over the Guildford road and up the singletrack up to Ranmore in the dappled autumn sunshine. Then it was a road blast along to the turn off for Tanners Hatch, down past the Hostel, up the side of Polesden Lacy along Connicut Lane, then down the Admirals trackway back to Fetcham, just in time to pick up sweaty six year old at the party (with envious looks from the dad in the SingleTrack tee shirt).
It was fantastic to be out on the bike, especially after reading so many blogs of great rides. It did strike me though that the trails are in amazing shape, so dry, smooth and not particularly dusty. I hope this weather lasts for a bit longer! Plus the temp this afternoon was the perfect short sleeve jersey riding weather. Our route certainly wasn’t the most gnarly thing I’ve ever ridden but I had no aches or pains and didn’t really notice the shoulder.
It was a great feeling to be back out on the bike again. Even though my waistline has suffered, as has my fitness. Roll on Dusk til Dawn and my sedate progress round!