Today’s Pathetic Triumph

April 6th, 2009 by Harrumpher Leave a reply »

Today, I played Almira Gulch and was happy for it.  I struggled along on a gym upright cycle machine at just over 13 miles per hour and for only nine minutes.

For a cyclist, that’s pathetic. It’s the speed you try to keep without listing to let the elementary school kid keep up with you. There’s a huge difference between 12 or 13 MPH and 20 or more.

Yet, healing from my early-February broken leg, this was a relative triumph.

Now, I hear my own clichés and pedantry replay in my skull. Wee bits of wisdom my three boys have heard are appropriate for me again. Particularly, that includes being in the moment, becoming and staying aware of the current situation, and if possible, enjoying it.

B.C. (before the cast), if I was not road biking or hitting a spin class, I’d saddle up on one of the gym’s Expresso Fitness bike-like objects.  There are dozens of programmed rides and you control your speed and gear. A 40 to 60 minute session can burn a lot of calories and saturate my shirt.

Today though, I went to the gym and used the arm-operated aerobics machine first. I did not know whether: 1) I could get the foot of the broken leg into a gym shoe, 2) I could get on the saddle, 3)  moving my bad leg would cause big pains and other problems in the underutilized knee and ankle. The answers were: 1) yes, with patience and difficulty, 2) yes, by carefully balancing on the good leg and as carefully fitting the shoe into the pedal cage, and 3) while pain was part of it, it was at a tolerable level and I await my body’s final verdict.

I see from my stat counter that quite a few folk have come to this site after searching for “tibia break”, “leg AND titanium rod”, “healing tibia fracture” and such. They found posts on those.

For them, I offer an optimism I would not three weeks ago. I’ve gone relatively quickly from walker to two crutches to one crutch to a cane. While my sad and flaccid calf in its lumpy and swollen lower leg may well propel me, first on an upright bike and then on the street on one with two wheels.

An amusing little joke there is my 92-year-old minister friend who has been telling me for over 20 years to get off my bike, that I was going to break my leg. He lived in towns around Boston and would find me pedaling to his homes to repair his computer or set up some software. He’d warn me. Now he scolds me for breaking my leg walking down an icy sidewalk, still unconvinced that this is possible.

So for fellow healers from dual lower leg bone fractures and surgery, I can visualize myself tooling up the hills and beyond. Allegedly my big old thigh and calf muscles will mirror each other shortly. I anticipate many hours and pints of perspiration off the upright machines until them. Suddenly it seems possible.

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