Took the bike in to work in case the Wakefield ride happened. As of 5:30 nothing was definate and I was tired anyways. I spent all day huffing 200lb glass doors around. The back was stiff and the knee was feeling pretty shredded. Got home early (7:00 pm). Planned on suiting up and going for a leisurly RR, BUT the cat was outta food and I needed some food. You wanna see a cat give you a nasty ass look? Pour some dog food into his bowl. Its amazing how affectionate a cat will become when it wants food. Any other time its acts like I'm a leper.
So I finally get back home and figure I'll give the eliptical a shot. One.., two..., three..., spins. Oh no. Thats not gonna happen tonite. That felt like shit. So I wander outside to see how the bike feels. It actually felt good. No pain at all. So I spend some time praticing bunny hopping, trackstands and other bike feats. I get loosened up and then decide to do my short "speed" drills. Its probly less than 1/8 mile from my garage to the main rd. but I run it at full speed as fast as I can. I know this is has got to be freak'n the nieghbors out. Me out there on our short dirt road zooming back and forth in the dark.
I've been preoccupied with the knee lately. I've about decided that if the doc tells me it is a torn ACL I'm gonna go ahead and get the surgery done ASAP. I'm probaly jumping the gun, I better just wait and see what happens on Monday.