Fear. Is a terrible thing. And it is high time I rip its throat out...
My 1989 Trek 950 MTB sits ready, ready for me to shake off my fear and just go.
Only thing really significant has been dropping the Lyrica. I gained 60 pounds on it. Neurotin/Gabapentin has been working. And I have lost 20 pounds. Its stubborn... And my doc ubderstands my stress levels but my blood pressure is just too high to leave alone. Low dose of Lisinopril has done trick. Proving that if I could lose the weight, or reduce my stressors, I wouldn't need the meds.
What seems a lifetime ago, but just twenty years... I used to build up bikes from trash to give to kids. We were part of a foster parenting program. One of the kids that lived with us, almost adopted, I got him involved in cycling. And then we moved away, without him. Fast forward, a few years ago, he found me on Facebook. And we've been in touch since. He has a family of his own and a career, and remembered all we did to try and help him. He still rides, so do his kids. He recently got a new Surly 29er, and is sending me his not very old Access XCL 29er. Hoping that helps get me rolling again. I'm touched deeply. Kind of returning a favor. Needless to say, this is one emotional old Clyde...
My three year anniversary is just 2 weeks away. I'm scared. But as I said, its time.
Oh yeah. My knee is still doing just fine.