Moving forward...

My weekend seemed super exciting after a week of barely moving from the couch. And when I say barely moving from the couch I mean it. I actually friended my 5th grade teacher on FaceBook. And poor Scott. I've been quoting cheesy 90210 lines to him all week.

Anyways, back to my weekend. Saturday I had to go down and get an MRI. It wasn't bad at all. I pretty much figured if I can mentally ride around the same course for 24 hours I could mentally handle laying in a small enclosed space for a half hour.

The guy doing my MRI happened to be a cyclist as well, so he made me my own disk with the images. It made for an exciting Saturday night as I analyzed every single picture and tried to diagnose myself even though I had no clue what I was looking at. Again, poor Scott. I think he got a little sick of me calling him over and asking, "what do you think this is?" And one of the frames taken had an uncanny resemblance to the steak that Scott was eating...ewwww!

Sunday was amazing simply because I actually was able to ride my bike on the road. I felt "just OK" at best, but you couldn't wipe the smile off of my face if you tried. It felt like the best ride I have ever done and all I did was an out and back on a flat road.

I think all of my workouts this week will be back on the trainer though. I don't want to push things and I think my arm needs more rest and recovery. Actually I don't think it, I know it. Plus, I still need to find out the official results of my MRI. Personally I think that I just have a really bad bone bruise. We'll see if I'm right...

Iceman is less then 2 weeks away. Incidentally this will be my last race on the Kenda-Tomac-Hayes team. Hopefully I won't have to do it one-handed :-)