So, during my healing process, I'm basically becoming a triathlete. I wouldn't be surprised if Zoot called me, given my rigorous schedule--doctor approved.
My day consists of my swim of soaking my feet in the hot tub for 10-15 minutes, then a 25 minute spin on the trainer at about 60watt average, and then a 45-60 minute walk with the dog. I'll repeat the intense spin in the evening, too, as the cycling is my best leg by far.
Oh and I practice various poses while on the bike. It's a bit uncomfortable in my stomach to grab my handlebars so I hold on to the the nose or the back of the saddle, or I'll reach up and grab the open garage door at the seams (like I'm rock climbing) to take all weight and pressure off my stomach.
I mix it up by listening to various stations on Pandora, almost torturous stations like Mr. Mister or Simple Minds radio just to make me smile to see what they'll throw at me. Yesterday I heard several Mike and the Mechanics songs, a Genesis song, and what I think was Belinda Carlisle.
Needless to say, I'm exhausted by my routine. No, that's a lie.But at least I've been able to get some more computer, ASDFJKL;, work in. Typey, type, type.
My next destination is team camp--Feb 17--followed by races in Merced. Then I'll go back to Seattle early March until San Dimas and Redlands later in the month. The goal is to start to get the blood flowing since I've been two weeks off the bike. Good thing I put in so much work for the past several months. I'll need it to bounce back from all this.