Saturday is the day I have been waiting for. I am off work, the sun will be out, the high temperature is supposed to be 50, which is border line on riding vs hurting for me. I don't care, I am going Saturday. Friday morning I drained the old, stale gas out of my bike and replaced it with 3 gallons of fresh 91 octane fuel. I lubed the chain, zeroed out my odometer, checked my spokes and tire pressures, talked with Randall about where we would ride today, packed my forrest maps in my back pack and got my gear bag packed. There, I'm set to go Saturday morning now.
Overlook from trail taken on a ride last year (where we're riding Saturday)
Late Friday afternoon, out of the blue, my left ankle starts hurting so bad I can barely walk. I get up and attempt to walk it out, thinking (hoping) it is just a catch in it that is preventing it from bending. Oh no, nothing that simple. It gradually gets worse and is hurting more by 6:30 Friday evening. NO! This cannot be happening tonight, I'm riding tomorrow! By 8:00 my flare has hit both wrists, my right elbow and right shoulder.
So I sit here at the computer today, enjoying my flare and the sunshine from inside. I just climbed out of the hot tub and applied some Voltaren Gel to my knees and hands. Guess I'll kick back and watch a movie this afternoon. Well, at least Randall, Darel and Race got to enjoy our first good day of the year.