Last week, I saw the surgeon again. At long last, he relented and authorized me to return to the saddle! Two hours after returning home, I did just that. My last ride prior to this was in early November, just before the emergency surgery which saved my life. That's by far the longest I've been away from the saddle since I ended my previous cycling hiatus back in 2011. It showed in both my inability to hold a steady line and the brevity of the ride itself. It also marked easily my happiest moment since this whole mess began.
Since then, I've been out every day that snow didn't coat the ground. While I have studded tires for my touring bike, they aren't installed. That could change easily enough, but I'm quite out of practice and choosing to play it hyper conservative. I've nevertheless enjoyed time on my recumbent, the touring bike, and the folding MTB.
Today, I did 10mi with canine companion Chip on the latter. He ran a mile and spent the rest of the time inspiring coos from passers by while chilling in his trailer. It's impossible to express how happy I am to be riding again. Chip and I have done a good bit of hiking during my forced hiatus from the saddle, but it's just not the same.
Next month, I'm scheduled to go under the knife again. That's more of a good thing than not, but it does mean more time spent in recovery, out of the saddle. Until then, happy days are here again! I'll be riding whenever I can, for as far as my fitness level permits.