as does “Paulie”. So, I’ve got that going for me.
I still hurt, far more than I ever expected two weeks later. The pain is deep, which concerns me. I still feel out of whack. Progress is being made ever so glacially.
On Saturday I drove out to Rutledge to hang out with ITP-Reader Barb, Allan, and Sal, along with other friends like Vern, Michigan, Benny, and Twigs who I’ve met through Barb and Allan. Out in Rutledge I also met a few of the folks with whom I experienced RAGBRAI last year. My day was filled with food, injury-related discomfort, and a lot of laughs. I left STU at 9pm and made the drive home. I was home and in bed by 10:30pm. My leg and hip were howling from the amount of work I made them do throughout the day.
I started my Saturday of eating too much food in the form of two exceptional biscuits – one fried chicken, one country ham – at Mamie’s Kitchen in Lithonia. I can hear you saying “What the hell does Paulie know about Lithonia?” well, the answer is “Very little.” but I was clued into Mamie’s Kitchen via the Roadfood newsletter. I had heard about this place months ago and was looking for an excuse to try it; a Saturday morning drive to Rutledge provided an ample excuse. If this place were closer I’d be eating there quite a bit.
Yesterday I woke to watch Liege-Bastogne-Liege. Though I tried to talk myself out of it, I did thirty minutes on the trainer while watching the race. It was extremely difficult mounting and dismounting the bike on the trainer, and I did experience some pain throughout my effort, but I managed to spin my legs for thirty minutes. Baby spins… I am starting to try and convince myself that going to Auburn for Saturday’s Bo Bikes Bama ride is a possibility, even if I have to opt for the shortest route.
As the rain stopped and started yesterday I felt badly for those who organized and participated in yesterday’s Atlanta Streets Alive. Having to deal with such shitty weather was unfortunate.
Tonight I am going to try ITP-Reader Stacy’s Waschsalon. My more-than-two-weeks of dirty clothes are bagged and in the M6 ready to be washed, and I am ready to try and fight my way back into having a normal life. I am contemplating consulting a PT this week to see about my pain, and am also thinking of springing for some sports massages to work out the kinks.
Have a good Monday.