9 November 2011
Oh well. It was fun while it lasted. But, considering it's been two winter seasons since I last spent a morning falling off my mountain bike in the ice and snow in the woods of one NJ park or another, I can't say that I'll miss it all that much.
Here's the deal: Sports medicine doctors know we like to run around being tough on our bodies. If we tell a sports medicine doctor, "It hurts when I do this," the doctor will figure out a way that we can "do this" without the hurt. So if even a sports medicine doctor says, "Then don't do this," we should listen.
Last December, when the doctor and the physical therapist were looking at the MRI of my L5-S1 herniation, the PT said, "Wow. I'm amazed at your mobility. Usually people with herniations this bad can't even walk." Today, when I asked the doctor about the possibility of mountain biking this winter, he spent about five minutes telling me, "No."
The D&R Canal towpath spans 70 miles. Hello, towpath. Bleah.
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"The D&R Canal towpath spans 70 miles. Hello, towpath. Bleah."
Enlighten an ignorant acquaintance: does that mean that riding the towpath doesn't count as mountain biking, and that the towpath is, uh, boring?
Um, well, yeah. Kinda. I mean, it ain't mountain biking unless I come home bruised.
"I mean, it ain't mountain biking unless I come home bruised."
Oh. Odd; that has no attraction for me. I went through enough of that in my several dating relationships and my first marriage; I no longer see the need to seek out those experiences. Ahem.
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