I have been hurting this week from the after effects that a 171 mile dual sport ride Monday put on my RA. I got a phone call from Randall Tuesday afternoon wanting to go again Wednesday which I declined because I was just hurting too bad to go out. Well, want to go Saturday? I said that I would if I was feeling better. Friday evening Randall called back and asked how I felt and I told him "Let's go for a 100 miler". The truth is that I felt marginally better than I did earlier in the week, but the temperature was supposed to be an unseasonably warm 75. The way I looked at this is, I could sit around the house hurting or I could go do something I love to do and hurt. At least if I go ride, I will be enjoying some good weather and having a great time. Now you understand why I've never been accused of being normal.
We unloaded for a 100 mile dual sport ride Saturday taking dirt roads, trails and asphalt to Mena. The short story is that after 2 flat tires, running across a guy from England on a dual sport bike that we talked with for about 20 minutes, getting lost (big tine lost), finishing the last 1 1/2 hour of the ride in the dark (oh, and running through a group of bats in the dark) we made it ... with 160 miles. When we pulled back up to the truck at 7 pm, the temp was still 65. What a great day to be lost!
The crazy thing about this is I fully expected to be hurting worse this morning. The truth is, I feel really good this morning. I am not stiff, my hands and fingers, hip and shoulder are not hurting at all, zero, nadda, zip! Can someone explain this one to me? If all I have to do to feel better is ride my bike all day, then count me in. I seriously don't know why, I'm not going to question it, but I feel fantastic today.