Are we there yet?
Been a while since the last update, largely as not a lot has happened since the last update. Still doing physio twice a day. Still no strength in the arm. Still not allowed on the road. And, yes, still complaining about it too.
It’s far from all bad, mind you. As I expected might happen I’ve been absolutely loving the new Wahoo Kickr and I’m really starting to ramp up the volume and intensity of my workouts. I’m up to about 180km a week now on the trainer, which means Trainer Road and I are becoming a pretty tight duo. Best of all I’m actually feeling remarkably strong on the bike – a very nice feeling as it’s been a while.
In fact, I’ve been feeling so good of late in a moment of solitary madness I actually rode for over three hours as I watched the Australia vs NZ test match on my laptop. That’s a bloody long time to sweat like a pig and go absolutely nowhere, but truth be told it was nowhere near as bad/boring as I’d anticipated. If I hadn’t run out of food, water and towels (I got through 3, all completely soaked) I’d probably have kept going for at least four hours if not longer. That said, I have no real desire to do it again. Ever.
Of course, no matter how good the trainer is feeling right now I’m well aware that until I start riding on the road I have absolutely zero context from which to judge my actual fitness and/or form. I’d like to think I’ll be flying (who doesn’t, right?) but suspect I’m still quite some way below even my pre-crash level, let alone my best form. Either way, I’d be lying to say I’m not busting to get out there on the road to find out. It’s still a few weeks to go until I hit the magic 12-week post surgery mark, but I’m still very tempted, even just for a few sneaky 1km laps around the block to see how the shoulder stands up to the requisite demands of bike handling, out-of-the-saddle efforts and the general corrugations of shithouse Aussie roads.
Further compounding my growing impatience right now, one of my training pals won a race last weekend and the competitive juices are definitely beginning to flow again. “I’ll have what he’s having, thanks.” There’s a pretty big race coming up on 28 March here in Sydney which I’ve ridden for the past six years with varying degrees of success…but I suspect that will be a fortnight or so too soon to be riding in a 70-strong peloton (safely anyway). Darn it.
While I’m feeling infinitely better than a month ago, there are still regular reminders I’m a long way from being ‘normal’ – my new normal, that is. I’m no longer in constant pain which is a wonderful relief. However as I continue to push the rehab boundaries with my shoulder, I’m still in pretty regular pain. An overstretch here. A bump or stumble there. I try not to swear too much, but you know how it is. A few vigorously exclaimed cuss words are quite brilliant when it comes to agony mitigation. Besides my kids have heard far worse utterances at school, I’m sure.
Oh, I still have trouble getting in and out of 90% of my shirts. FFS.
Days since op: 64
Days since crash: 80
Shirt removal pain-o-meter: 2/10
Riding: 3 moderate trainer efforts + 1 harder effort per week