It's been eleven weeks since the accident. Three-and-a-half weeks in the hard cast; four weeks in the boot; a couple weeks in a brace. Full healing will take several more months, but I'm functionally good to go (and finishing up physical therapy the rest of this month).
It couldn't be a more gorgeous Saturday morning. The bikes are out of the garage. Helmets, jackets, gloves waiting to be donned. I'm ready. Nervous as anything, but excited. Labor Day weekend officially marks the end of summer. I've wasted so many warm-weather days waiting. And waiting. And waiting. Enough.
Here. We. Go!
