99 Days, not that I’m counting.

I’m 99 days post surgery.  And for anyone asking, no I’m not better, I’m not racing till April, and ish for being allowed to ride my bike. It’s hard because I look fine.  My scars are even disappearing.  But internally I have no idea if the magic tendon ferries are busy healing, or if they…

Going nowhere fast.

I’ve been banished to the trainer.  My world has ended. Week 9 of forever! Being an athlete for most of my life, I’m used to injury cycles.  It happens.  Post injury, it’s all about the management.  And I’ll be the first to admit I’m not the easiest patient.  I see the word no as a…