A ride was advertised on my local bike club site. The MORE board.
Its going to be a casual pace. (Good)
Its going to be a Sunday morning.(Good)
Its going to be on some nice trails. (Good)
Its going to be at ELIZABETHS FURNACE. (Uh-oh).
For those of you that don't know. It was the ride there that screwed up my spring and summer riding.
EF was where I took a tumble and tore the ligament outta the knee that made me have surgery and kept me off the bike for 6 weeks and off the trails for over 2 months.
I wanna go anyways.
I'm a complete moron.
Evan though I want to, I'm going to pass on this one.
I'd like to say it was common sense that kicked in. I haven't evan been released by my doctor for sports yet. That means no running or jogging in competitive sports. I can't evan help the daughter with soccer practice yet.
Although I have all the reasons why I shouldn't go, the final factor was the look my wife gave me when I mentioned it to her. Lets just say it wasn't pretty. THAT was not the woman I married.
But she is right.
It was her who catered to me for those weeks while I was on crutches.
I guess she has some say in it.
I will be at the next one.