After taking Sunday as a rest day, and then not riding yesterday for no good reason—just plain laziness—I was glad to get back to it today, and rode consecutive round trips to Marsh Park, doing the 18.7 miles in 2:25, and bumping myself over a new mileage milestone for the year, as well.
My daughter Christy and her kids (Izzy and Danny) are on a two-week road trip, and this week, while they're gone, we're dog sitting their adorable dog Winnie. This morning I got up early (about 6:00) to let Winnie out, and then take her for a half-mile walk around our complex before feeding her. This allowed me to begin my ride just a little past 7:00, and it was 67° (up to 74* when I finished).
Several months after my accident (during my extended hospitalization, May 22 - December 7, which made 1993 seem like a very odd year), one of my doctors told me, "You know, speech is a terribly complex phenomenon, involving the interworking of a number of the body's systems. And in your case, just about everything that can go wrong has gone wrong." I remember hearing this and thinking, "Gee, thanks, Doc!"
However, having lived intimately with my condition for over a quarter century now, even though I am not a (medical) doctor, I think I can identify breath dysfunction as the primary, root difficulty contributing to all the others. And this also explains the wheezy, raspy breathing I experience when I ride hard, pushing myself. It's a challenge at the time ... but on reflection, it seems to me that this challenge must be beneficial ... right?
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