During all my drinking days, I listened for that music and thought it might be worth continuing to drink just to hear it once more. But, of course, it wasn’t.
—-Robert Garner McBrearty, A Trace of Music
Working my knee back with ice, rest and ibuprofen. Yesterday, I rode my spin bike on very light resistance for an hour and today, one week after I slipped coming out of the shower and twisted my knee, I rode my road bike for the first time – five miles around the ‘hood. It was fine – not entirely pain-free, but bearable. Maybe ten miles tomorrow after work (I have to work, I am essential). The nice thing about the road bike is that with my feet clipped in they are held rigid with no lateral flex in my leg or knee. That helps. It’s a bitch getting my shoes on, however.
A day at a time – small improvements – each day a little better than the day before.
Like in today’s story….
Read it here:
A Trace of Music by Robert Garner McBrearty
from Heart of Flesh Literary Journal
Robert Garner McBrearty Homepage