As many of you know, I broke my left collarbone during the Waxahachie bike rally on 23 June. I had surgery six days later to repair the break. My surgeon inserted a titanium plate and five screws. He told me to wait eight weeks before riding again. I almost made it. I waited five weeks after the accident and four weeks and one day after the surgery. Yes, I know that I'm foolish for disobeying my doctor's orders, but I needed to ride. I promised Katherine that I would ride alone, well away from others. I also rode with one arm for about a third of the 27.2-mile distance, so as not to jostle the left collarbone. Parts of the course were on rough roads.
My friend Randy rode with me for the first few miles, which was nice of him. We talked and enjoyed the beautiful countryside (even the pungent smell of manure from a feed lot). After he turned off on a longer course, I rode alone, passing people occasionally to get clear of slower riders. I got more confidence as I pedaled, which induced me to increase the speed. I ended up with 15.70 miles per hour. (Elapsed time = 1:43:57.) My average heart rate was 110 and my maximum 156. Luckily for me, there weren't any big hills on the course, because that would have required pulling on the handlebars with both arms. My maximum speed was 28.9 miles per hour. I made no stops.
I wish I could have ridden the 69.5-mile course with my friends, as I always do, but at least I got a few miles in. It did me good mentally to get back on the horse that bucked me off. Don't tell my doctor!
Addendum: I ran this morning for the first time in 41 days. I planned to run only two miles, since I didn't know how it would affect my shoulder, but it felt fine, especially when I pressed my left hand against my chest, so I increased the distance to 3.1 miles. The temperature upon my return to the house was 95º Fahrenheit. We're in the midst of a heat wave.