Today was a big day for me. Really big. Huge. Today I took my beloved Specialized Allez Comp out on the road for the first time in 8 months. As many of you know, I had foot surgery on my left foot in February. It was my third surgery on that foot. Each time I undergo a surgery I look forward to two things: wearing sexy shoes, and getting back on my bike. And while I may never again ride my bike from Houston to Dallas (325 miles) in a weekend, or do another century ride, or ride down hilly Hwy 1 in California, I was hopeful that this (final!) surgery would correct the pain so I could get back on my bike again. I've been waiting for the swelling to get under control before I tried putting on my biking shoes and hitting the road.
Today was the day.
The weather was beautiful.
I felt good.
I decided to give it a try.
I'm so glad I did.
The ride was heavenly.
I spent the entire ride feeling grateful.
I felt grateful that my shoes had Velcro to accommodate my left foot.
I felt grateful that my old bike shorts still fit, even though I am not in shape.
I felt grateful for a headwind on the way out that made my lungs burn as I pushed against it. It reminded me I was alive and well.
I felt even more grateful for the tailwind which pushed me home.
I felt grateful for the huge hill at the almost-3-mile mark which wakes up my quads, glutes and hamstrings.
I felt grateful for the sun that kissed my skin.
I felt grateful for the bells that were ringing on top of the Emanuel Lutheran Church. I could hear their melody for almost a mile. It was like God was congratulating me on getting back out there.
I felt grateful for the cold water in my bottle.
I felt grateful for the smooth country road.
I felt grateful for the beautiful chestnut horses that nodded at me as I passed by.
I felt grateful that every now and then the breeze was laced with a gorgeous smell.
I felt grateful that my computer was dead. For once I was not focusing on how fast or far I was going. I just rode.
I felt grateful for the three women who were my faithful riding companions in Texas: Deanna, Pat and Cheri. I spent a little time thinking of each of them while I was out.
I felt grateful that I knew enough to turn around before I completely wore myself out.
I felt grateful that when I rode into my driveway, I felt like I could go back out and do it all again.
I felt grateful that I have that little ball of excitement back in my chest. It means I will be heading back out again tomorrow.
I feel grateful that I am healed; that I made it through the surgery and recovery period. That I am whole again.
PS I am linking up with Heather over at Life Made Lovely today