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As the song goes, I was back in the saddle, again.
I had some letters for the Post, and could have driven down there, but it was so nice out that I thought maybe I could give biking a go. After all, I've been riding a trainer indoors for 2+ weeks now.
I was going to take my mountain bike, thinking that would be easier on my shoulder, but as I was about to wheel it out I thought I could at least hop on my road bike and ride it down the driveway and into the street to see how it felt. It felt fine, so I took the road bike instead. The Post Office isn't even 10 minutes away, so after I did that, I just kept on going, Forrest Gump style. And while I didn't ride across the country several times, by the time I was back home I had been out for a bit over two hours.
My shoulder was the least bit of a problem. Surprisingly, what *was* a problem was trying to keep my head tilted up enough to see forward. Maybe somehow I damaged or weakened some muscles and/or ligaments when I plopped onto my head, because keeping my head held up was pretty tough. Hopefully that will get back to normal quickly from here.
Breathing wasn't a problem at all--even on the uphills I had into the wind. Time to try some running.