So, it is 6 weeks out from surgery, and the doctor cleared me to do whatever I wanted, but not all at once.
I rode out to meet Susan O for lunch, day before yesterday. I enjoy having lunch with Susan, and she is located in the relatively flat direction. 15.75 miles on the Bleriot. Heart rate was way up there, although I didn't feel bad. Pace was a couple mph below my usual for that route. And I felt every single vertical foot on the return. I have to start somewhere.
A picture
Bikes, to prove it happened (Susan's new Wicked built by Corey Thompson)
And some new handknit socks, made with yarn I had just laying around the house
Yesterday I dug up the baby hand weights (2 lbs!), and started on the lifting program which is safe for little old ladies in nursing homes. It does progress from there, truly. For some of the exercises, I started with the 2lb weight, decided that was ridiculous, and used the 5lb weight. My arms are stronger than my core at the moment.
Baby steps.
