Crash recovery update.
It has been almost three months since Shelly and I had our big crash and the results are still coming in.
The good news: we’re back on our bikes. We had our first ride last Friday. I was more nervous for this ride than I was before giving birth to my oldest daughter. We chose a relatively safe route- Legacy Parkway. No vehicular traffic. But let’s get real. We didn’t have our big crash with a giant SUV. We had our crash with a piece of wood. I was paranoid of everything, and it turns out, rightfully so.
Only two miles into our ride we encountered a dad and his daughter on a scooter. Shelly and I slowed down to around 6 miles per hour, made eye contact with the dad, verbally let them know we were about to pass. Dad pulled daughter over to the right side of the path. Not trusting anyone, I continued to ride slow. Just as I was about to pass them, the daughter pulled out on her scooter right toward me. I swerved left to avoid her, yelling at her to get over. Dad started yelling. Shelly was yelling behind. I’m certain I closed my eyes and accepted that I was about to even out my shoulder injury by falling on my left.
But I didn’t. I stopped a little further ahead. Dad was still yelling at his daughter. Shelly and I rode on shaking in our bike shoes. Not the best way to start our first ride post-crash.
We decided the goal that day wasn’t to ride hard and fast. The goal was to ride and survive. Conquer our fear, if you will. I wouldn’t say we conquered our fear, but we faced it and that’s good enough.
Scary as it was, it was nice to be back, although I’m not sure I’ll ever feel totally comfortable again. The idea of riding on major roads again terrifies me. A little fear is good. I have a lot to live for.
Shelly’s arm is healing nicely. No more “Frankenshelly”. She looks good and has an awesome scar to tell the story.
I’m about 75% better. The shoulder burns bad when I run and effects my neck and back, too. Surgery is definitely a possibility. The cost is holding me back. I have a consultation appointment with a surgeon next month, so we’ll see. I could always sell my bike to offset the medical bills! Kidding. Maybe.