This is Paris-Roubaix and I'm Seated Through the Cobbles

I know what you are thinking. What's up with Mo Miles who has no miles this week?  Are we mister hit it and quit it? Well not exactly. Let's just say there comes a time in a man's life when you undergo a change. A change that symbolizes a great love for your wife. A moment that says you are fortunate with the wonderful kids you have. A change that means no riding for possibly a month. Whoa what? I didn't sign up for that!

The astonishment on my wife's face said it all. A look of empathy that said I understand. I get it. You're a cyclist, and to not ride for a month is heresy. I quickly explained to my Dr. about my typical riding schedule which includes six rides a week ranging for a totals between 70 to 225 miles. Yes, that's right. We're used to 900 minutes of saddle time per week. I thought of rescheduling right then and there for the rainy season, but there's a drought here in CA. Sigh.

I managed to negotiate her down to a single week. Turns out it's dependent upon my pain threshold. She just advised I start off light. Again, my wife and I exchanged glances. Our eyes sparkling with happiness since cyclists are all about riding the Tour de Pain baby. No problem. I got this. And that thing about starting off light? I can do light with my eyes closed. After all, I rode close to 50 miles in my tennis shoes the other day. How hard could this be?

And that's when she kicked my wife out the room so she could get to business. Did I mention she was young and attractive? Yes, my wife of course but so was the Dr. Don't get excited though, for as soon as she got to work it was war. This was Paris-Roubaix and I was seated through the cobbles. My boys put up the good fight, escaping north as quickly as possible. But the Dr. bridged the gap quickly, causing them to abandon hope in the end. Suddenly, I had the realization that a week's worth of recovery was a long shot.

Post-op, my neighbor (a cyclist of course) sent me an article claiming that my timing for my procedure was suspiciously close to March Madness. Darn it. What was I thinking? July is the Tour de France! I could have been resting all month watching the Tour! So let this lesson be learned. The next time I have any procedure scheduled, it will be around the Tour, Australian Open, or perhaps even the World Cup. Or maybe I'll target the rainy season. But for now, I can only dream of my first day back on the saddle. Hopefully, I'll remember to decrease the pressure in my tires. I've had enough bumps on the road already.