A few weeks ago I was going to go riding for the first time since September or October. It was just prior to the official start of Spring, and the D.C. area was experiencing some unseasonably warm weather. This would have been the official start of my second 'season' of riding. I was all set to go when I run into technical difficulties with my new clipless pedals. This is when I believe I pissed off the fates. Instead of immediately putting my old pedals with the toe clips back on the bike, I said to myself, "Well, I'll take care of this on Monday and go riding next weekend..." In fact, I did take care of it sometime that following week, but the weather wasn't really what it was that first week. When the weather was 'iffy' at best, other occurrences in my personal life kept me off the saddle.
::: Disclaimer - I'm about to describe some fairly personal, fairly embarrassing, and fairly disgusting medical procedure I had done. It's not too bad or anything, I'm just warning you.:::
Last weekend I had decided that this upcoming weekend (Sunday, at least) looked promising. However, at the same time I needed to get to the podiatrist because on my right heel was some sort of sore I feared was some sort of infection. I figured I'd go to the doctor and get it drained or something. Turns out, underneath the skin it was a freaking wart. From there my two options were go with one of the topical treatments, or the more aggressive removal using a laser. I opted for the more aggressive approach figuring that it would essentially be zapped off, and I'd wear a band-aid or something. I was not prepared for what it actually was. Without getting into too many details, what was left on my ankle after the procedure was a hole about the diameter of a nickel, and probably twice as deep. It is healing nicely now, but it's right at the place where the heel of my shoe rubs against it, so I don't believe I'll be riding this weekend. I heal pretty quickly, there is no pain associated with it for now, so I probably could gear up and ride this weekend, but I feel that that would fall under the "Tempting Fate" category, so I'm a little hesitant to do so, for fear of making matters worse.
After seeing so many threads on how great things have been recently for some of the riders on this forum, I've been harboring more than a little resentment. This resentment has entirely been for myself, because I could not help the things in the recent weeks, but I did squander that first weeknd. Misery loves company, so if anybody else has similar stories of rocky starts to their riding this Spring, I would love to hear them.