Today’s the anniversary of the get-off that landed me in the hospital last year, so I figured I should check in with a progress report.
All things considered, I’m doing really well. My ankle is still stiff and painful when I first start moving, but it’s just fine once I get it warmed up. In fact, I’ve started running on the treadmill to try to drop some of the weight I put back on after losing 30 pounds on my “crash diet.” The ankle is really the only remaining physical issue I have — everything else has healed up just fine.
Mentally, I’m still not quite there. (Ba dump bump!) Even though I don’t remember the crash, it’s still in my head enough that I’m not riding with as much confidence and aggression as I used to. I’m back to my old form while lanesplitting, but put me in the twisties in the canyons and pucker factor starts setting in. But I’m getting it back, slowly but surely. I went for a ride with some of my club guys last weekend and for the first time in a long time I was riding with the “fast” group again instead of bringing up the rear with the
pussies slow guys.
And I finally went back and completed that turn that took me out. The weekend before last I went back to the crash site for the first time. The club is calling it “Two Buck Turn” now, so I signed a roadside reflector, took some pictures in the street, and actually completed the turn successfully.
So one year later I’m in pretty good shape, I’m still riding, and I’m still happy to be here. You can’t ask for more than that…