I decided to fly out to California and get out of the smoke of eastern Kansas for just a little while. It seems like maybe we could be past the time this should be allowed. I hope the EPA is looking at the situation, because when the paper starts running articles about how bad the smoke is to normal people, it seems like people’s health should be protected before fat cattle.
That is just one reason anyway. I have some other stuff to do out here. And riding up and down the coast is nearly perfect for my condition right now. Climbing is sort of a chore, especially short climbs that I’d normally do out of my seat. I did feel pretty good riding nearly 400 miles last week, but think that I might have be a little rambunctious and am a little beat. It might of just been the smoke on Thursday, I don’t know, but I wasn’t that peppy.
I have been pretty stuffed up and feeling kind of weird, but hopefully that will pass. I am beginning to realize that this shoulder healing process is much longer than I anticipated. PT is going super slowly. I have a bunch of exercises I’m supposed to out here since I’m missing a couple sessions. It is going to be hard to push myself through that couple degrees of pain during each movement, but don’t worry Burt, I’m going to be diligent.
Okay, daylight is burning here. I’m anxious to get out on my bike. No Strava segment attempt down Via Capri for me this trip. That is a recipe for disaster, maybe even when I’m not hurt.