The unfortunate thing about being a poor college student is not getting to go on amazing riding excursions or pay for horse shows or anything like that. I’ve got two friends spending their summers in Italy.
What do I get to do? Physical therapy.
I’ve been putting it off, mostly because I didn’t want to admit I needed physical therapy. This morning, I had my first session. It was one of those occasions where a man telling you that you’re tight is not a good thing. My therapist worked on my tendons and ligaments for no less than fifteen minutes, trying to warm everything up and loosen it. Then I biked for ten minutes. I finished with some stretchy exercises. Rest assured that my homework is more stretching so I can actually do some real therapy next week.
99 days post-surgery, and my scars are looking pretty good! (SEMI-GRAPHIC IMAGES BELOW!) Hopefully I’ll find a way to get back in the saddle soon. I’m dying for a ride!