I just got back from my arthritis doctor for my six month check up.
We had been discussing knee replacement surgery on one or both of my knees, not a happy visit. At fifty-two, knee replacement is not a good thing being that they don’t last as long as I would. Fun news.
Well I was surfing tv channels looking for something to get me out of the growing depression. I landed on the Tour de France and Phil Ligget was talking about how amazing it was that Lance Armstrong was not only racing in, but leading the race!
Well I watched the last two days and was captivated by the fact that Lance was able to beat cancer and win the TDF. Then it hit me. If he could do that I could try to ride to help my knees.
Let me state that at this point I was well over 320lbs. I was so discouraged the last time I got on the scales at the doctors office that when I decided to start riding I didn’t weigh myself.
My first attempt at riding was on a mtn bike around our one acre back yard. I made two laps. Two only because I thought one was wimpy, I wanted to die after one.
That was two years and seventy five pounds ago. Since then I have joined a cycling club here, East Alabama Cycling Club, I ride at least five days a week averaging fifty plus miles a week. I also have been without knee pain for over a year and my Doctor said that I have put off surgery for the future.
I know that this is not a unique story, but it is one that I hope will encourage some one to either start or keep going.
Just one more turn of the pedal to reach your goal!