Spinning 'round and 'round

It's time to get down to business.

We now have a date for our next surgeon's appointment. November 10th is the official deadline for getting back in top shape. At that time, we'll either get the green or red light for a full return to sports.

Mireille took me to Spinning class tonight for the first time post-injury. She was really nervous about it for some reason and almost changed her mind at the very last minute. Funny.

"Where have you been?!", said the instructor.

Yikes. We haven't been slacking, I swear...

It turned out great, actually. New bikes, small group of unintimidating people. Couldn't ask for a better first class back. However, it took a while for Mireille to get up in 2nd and 3rd position. A mental block because I'm definitely strong enough for it.

It's all about confidence.

Viva Las Vegas

Going to Vegas really did me good. By the end of the trip, Mireille was feeling adventurous and wanted to go mountain biking in the Mojave desert.

It sounded like a good idea and check out the picture. Looks like fun...

But what the picture doesn't tell you is that it must have been at least 40 degrees celsius out. And, as you can see, there were no clouds or anything else to provide shade.

Upon closer inspection, that nice winding trail looked like this.

There was a lot of flat ground but also some of this.

However, it didn't take too long before Mireille built up some confidence and rode over the bumps with ease. It was a fantastic workout for me and definitely my most challenging yet.

I wonder where Mireille will take me next.

6 months and some

Wow, I was stiff after a 5 hour plane ride.

But it was all well worth it. Las Vegas is good rehab. We've walked great distances along the Strip, and gone up and down countless stairs.

A lady in a store found out Mireille was Canadian and asked how she liked free healthcare. She told her she wouldn't have it any other way. However, it's hard to convince someone it's any good when it took 7 months for surgery and over three weeks for an MRI. I wonder how much ACL reconstruction costs in the States...?

P.S. Won't write much for the next little while because we're having too much fun in Vegas, baby.

6 months now, I'd say

Mireille took out the ol' six string.

"You know, now that you're injured, you should finally learn to play the guitar."

Really? Well that person forgot that we had so much icing and physio to do... there was no extra time. Plus, I could barely bend in a position to support a guitar. And, when I could, the foot got numb.

Maybe those are all excuses. But... we're an athlete. Not a musician.

I'm not sure what compelled Mireille to start playing again. She actually remembered a bit. Plus, the reverberations felt quite good on me.

Guitar playing could end up being therapeutic.