The Wisdom(?) of Relative Youth
 

My #1 son is in his mid-30's, what we thought of as middle-aged when we were young. He broke his hip in a hard racing crash 4-1/2 weeks ago. A rod in his femur and a few screws later he's been on the trainer for a week. He took his first actual ride today, 16.5 miles. I think his wife is aghast. I'm pleased he's mending so well, but maybe a bit more pain would have kept him off the bike a bit longer. Thank goodness the racing season is coming to a close.

That thing we ride is spelled: A D D I C T I O N
.... Not even middle age can cure it...

Here's hoping they repaired his femur in time so he's not facing a hip replacement anytime soon.

The socket was fine, break lower than that. The repair was morning following using minimally invasive procedures. Of course they have to hammer the rod into the femur, but I'm sure it's a very expensive hammer.

It's hard watching our children turn into adults, get hurt, and jump back into that which hurt them. He must have a passion that even pain can't extinguish. He's lucky on two counts. 1. He has a passion. 2. He has people who care enough about him to worry.

I'm more amazed at the advances in medicine. He is passionate about cycling and does a good job balancing cycling, family and work He exercises good judgement, but even if he didn't he's an adult. I wouldn't mind seeing him get down to 170 lbs (he's 190) so he'd be competitive in road races. He's a very competitive Cat2 in the crits, but can't climb with the skeletons in road races at his current weight; he might be be able to make that weight.