I'm really not even sure what to write about today. Work has been a bit stressful with all the new legislation. Medicare is requiring so much more crap that really has nothing to do with the quality of patient care we give. It's just a ton of paperwork. With all the fraud taking place, I can understand why they are doing it, but for us smaller companies competing against the big boys, it's just one more thing that takes time away from the patient.
I've been working on being a better owner as well. One thing that I'm learning is that employees aren't always easy to deal with. I try to be the upbeat guy around the office but some people just wear me out sometimes. I came in early this morning just to try to refocus and get a better grip on the day.
Where I'm falling short is, my prayer life. I know for a fact that my days tend to go better when I start the morning off by sharing it with God. I think most of us will admit to this yet most of us don't take the time. I make take some time today away from the office just to go sit a talk with God. When I'm able to ride, I find a lot of time to talk to God but since having to stay off the bike, my time with the Big Guy has been abused.
I still haven't had (made) the time to join the gym. Work has just been a mad house. My gym bag has been in the car all week, but so far all it's done is sat there. Maybe today.
My evenings have been filled with my kids homework and working on my laptop. All the while the Democratic National Convention is on. Now I'm a Republican at heart and likely always will be, but both sides have their pros and cons. I hate taxes so Obama lost my vote there. I like health insurance and believe our older citizens shoulded be bombarded with health care costs. Medicare benefits should not be cut and the Republicans this year came very close to cutting benefits across the board. I like McCain in that he knows exactly what he stands for. Not that I agree with everything, but he doesn't flip flop like most politicians. He has frequently voted against the president and other republicans and that is something I admire. He is his own man and he's not afraid to say so. Barack, personally is a pansy, a showboat. He can talk the talk but can he walk the walk. He does whatever is popular. I'm not sure who is going to win. I couldn't stand Clinton, but the country was prosperous during his tenure. Though I believe it had nothing to do with him, but he had the luxury of being president during the dot.com boom. That would have made any president look good. I just pray that the country will be in good hands. I think as time goes on, we as a country fall farther away from our ideals and ethics. We always seem to learn the hard way. God will humble us. It's up to us to see how difficult we make it on ourselves.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Just Sittin'
It's only been about 2 weeks since I've been off the bike and I can see that it's going to be miserable staying off the bike. I think sitting in my office is worse for my back than riding my bike. I have to wear my muscle stim while sitting in the office just to keep my back from ceasing up while at work. I've been doing lots of crunches and will likely join the local gym for a couple of months. I'm not disciplined enough to do the exercises at home so hopefully paying for the gym will motivate me a bit more.
I will admit though, I did a small local race with my 9 year old son on Saturday. I had just planned on riding with my son and not really going hard at all. It was a 20 mile out and back and was going to be my sons longest race so far. We started out a bit shaky (he's not used to all the other riders) but he settled in quickly. Once he found his rythm he started passing a few riders. He was going really well when at about mile 7 his left pedal fell off!!! We jumped off our bikes, I pryed the pedal off of his shoe and hand tightened back into the crank. I gave him a bit of a push and we were off again. He passed the same people again and again it fell off. Same thing, we jumped off, pryed the shoe, and put it back on. We did this a total of 6 times. He actually finished while pedaling with one leg because the darn thing fell off one last time. I was super proud of him for not getting mad at the situation. Afterwards he told me that he still had a great time. I'm hoping he will continue to find enjoyment with riding and stick with it. We'll see.
My 6 year old (he'll be six on Saturday) is pushing me to take him to the BMX track. The problem is we don't have one nearby. It's a 3 hour drive!! I want to do it but were going to have to figure out how to make it affordable. We've been looking for dirt in order to build a small track in our back yard but so far we've had no luck. There's no way I'm going to spend a ton of money for dirt when after all the stuff is lying all over the place. I just need to find an inexpensive way to get it. We'll see how creative we can get. For now though, were stuck riding in the forests and on the pavement.
That's about it for now. Oh ya, Happy Birthday to me. I've hit the 37 year mark. Cool thing is, I feel better then when I was 27. God has blessed me with a wonderful Life!!!!!
Take Care
I will admit though, I did a small local race with my 9 year old son on Saturday. I had just planned on riding with my son and not really going hard at all. It was a 20 mile out and back and was going to be my sons longest race so far. We started out a bit shaky (he's not used to all the other riders) but he settled in quickly. Once he found his rythm he started passing a few riders. He was going really well when at about mile 7 his left pedal fell off!!! We jumped off our bikes, I pryed the pedal off of his shoe and hand tightened back into the crank. I gave him a bit of a push and we were off again. He passed the same people again and again it fell off. Same thing, we jumped off, pryed the shoe, and put it back on. We did this a total of 6 times. He actually finished while pedaling with one leg because the darn thing fell off one last time. I was super proud of him for not getting mad at the situation. Afterwards he told me that he still had a great time. I'm hoping he will continue to find enjoyment with riding and stick with it. We'll see.
My 6 year old (he'll be six on Saturday) is pushing me to take him to the BMX track. The problem is we don't have one nearby. It's a 3 hour drive!! I want to do it but were going to have to figure out how to make it affordable. We've been looking for dirt in order to build a small track in our back yard but so far we've had no luck. There's no way I'm going to spend a ton of money for dirt when after all the stuff is lying all over the place. I just need to find an inexpensive way to get it. We'll see how creative we can get. For now though, were stuck riding in the forests and on the pavement.
That's about it for now. Oh ya, Happy Birthday to me. I've hit the 37 year mark. Cool thing is, I feel better then when I was 27. God has blessed me with a wonderful Life!!!!!
Take Care
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Back From Colorado
I had a great time in Colorado. Initially I wasn't very excited to go. Between leaving my family for that long and dealing with my back problems, I didn't see much sense in going. Well, I'm glad I did.
I arrived in Gunnison on Saturday afternoon. I learned quickly that this was going to be a much smaller group of people than what I had experienced with other tours. This is only the 2nd annual Colorado Rocky Mountain Bike Tour so I wasn't really surprised at the small number of people but it was different. With other tours, you tend to try and arrive early so that you have a spot to put up your tent. Here I had the whole field to choose from. When I arrived, there were only about 7 tents put up so far.
Sunday morning started with a 78 mile ride to Hotchkiss CO. The first half of the ride was a small incline until we got to the big climb of the day. It went up quickly and kept going up. The road went along the beautiful North rim of the Black Canyon and up and over Hermits Summit. I babied my back and tried to take it easy but when climbing there's no way to leave your lower back out of the equation. I survived the 78 miles but my back was hurting. The afternoon was spent using the muscle stim and ice in hopes of making it through the next day.
Monday started off good (I thought). The route was to be from Hotchkiss, over McClure Pass and into Glenwood Springs. I was the first cyclist to leave camp and followed the arrows on the road. I remember the staff people saying that it would be uphill from the moment we left camp. Well it was. I started out easy to save my back for the steeper parts of the climb. At about 25 miles there was supposed to be the first rest stop. I was making good time and saw no rest stop. I thought they were running late so I went on and just stopped at a Safeway store to fill my waterbottles. I continued on following the arrows into Delta CO. At one intersection I lost the arrows. I didn't know where to go. I rode back to the last arrow I saw to make sure I didn't make a wrong turn and I seemed to be going in the right direction. I got back to the same intersection and lost the arrows again. I pulled out my map and really couldn't make sense of it. There was a small gas station nearby so I went in and asked the clerk for directions. I asked for directions over McClure Pass. Now at this point, I had yet to have another cyclist catch me. I was moving pretty good but not that good. The clerk very politely said, "Honey, you came the wrong direction, you need to go back to where you came from and head north".
At this point I'm pretty well screwed. I have no money and have no phone. By the time I ride back to Hotchkiss, I will have put in 53 miles. Everyone will have already left camp and likely will be over the top of McClure Pass. Nobody will have any idea I'm missing. I will have to ride back to the start and anticipate it being a very long day. So I headed back to Hotchkiss. I rode hard and of course it was into a head wind. By the time I got back to Hotchkiss (remember this is the original starting point) my legs were fried. I was tired. I stopped at a small gas station and asked if anyone could give me a ride to the base of McClure Pass. I figured if I could get that far, I would have a chance for at least the sag wagon to know where I am. Otherwise I'm going to be out there all day with no support for water and food. With no ride, I'm stuck riding about 135 miles to camp. I'm a little scared at this point. Nobody gave me a ride. All I could do was start pedaling. Of course this part of the ride was spent in some intense prayer. I was getting a little frustrated with God in that I really needed some help and I wasn't getting any. The next small town was called Paonia. There was a small convenience store there so I stopped to fill my bottle again and asked some drivers if they were heading up over the pass. Of course they weren't. Many of them had just come over the pass and mentioned seeing a bunch of cyclist about an hour ago. This meant that I was way behind.
Sitting aroung moaping about it wasn't going to get me any closer to Glenwood Springs. So I pedaled on. By this point I've hit already about 65 miles. I'm exhausted from the early morning part of the ride. There's just no way I'm going to make it 50 more miles. I hadn't really even started the steep part of the climb yet.
I approached a small mining community which was where the real climbing began. I had even thought of calling 911 just so people would know where I was. I saw a couple of big stock trailers full of horses pulled over just up around the corner. Just as I was pulling up to the first truck, the driver of the second truck had gotten out of his truck and was walking back to the truck I was pulling up to. Before I could say anything, the cowboy asked me, "you need a ride?"
I didn't need to be asked twice. He said, "just throw your bike in the back and get in the front seat." Now here is a cowboy offering some wierd guy in spandex a ride up a mountain. I threw my bike in the back, being careful not to be in the way of the fifth wheel hitch on the horse trailer.
Remember, earlier I said I was bit upset with God. Well, this was God at work. The cowboy said he was only going about 7 miles but would be happy to take me as far as he was going. I wasn't going to turn down a free 7 miles. Hopefully this would get up to at least some of the slower riders.
Having been a farrier for 12 years I had a great time talking with the cowboy. Oh ya, his name was Gary. He had a 140 head of Draft/Quarter horse mix he was taking up the mountain to spend the summer and fall on the mountain grass. He shared with me that it had been a rough couple of years in the horse business. $1500.00 horses were being sold for $200.00. They were having to take a loss at every sale they went to. He spoke a little about his family and how proud he was of his 5 kids. I don't think this guy had any idea the difference he was making in someone elses life. In the short few miles that we drove, we spoke about so much stuff. From politics, healthcare, horses, family, and life in general. I believe whole heartedly that God brings people in and out of your life and this was truly one of those times. When we arrived to the point Gary was going, he made me take a Gatorade from the truck and wished me well. We had passed two riders on the way up the mountain so I knew I was safe. I still had 6 miles to climb to the summit but without Gary I never would have made it with enough water. For as long as I live, I will never ever forget this man. He so unselfishly helped someone he didn't even know. Thanks Gary!!!!
After finally making it to the top of the climb I rode the descent down for about 18 miles. I ended the day with about 107 miles. Almost 30 miles more then was originally planned. The next day was expected to be brutal.
After a long evening of ice and muscle stim I awoke early on Tuesday morning with a long day expected. The days route took us up from Glenwood Springs to Aspen. From Aspen we headed up over Independence pass and ended in Leadville Colorado.
Total mileage for the day was 100 miles with 60 miles of climbing. The uphill to Aspen wasn't too bad. From Aspen though the road go steep quickly. Independence Pass is truly amazing. It peaks at 12,095 feet and is the second highest pass in Colorado. It was brutal. I never could have imagined a road could be so long and so uphill. After every curve, it just kept going up and up. My back was on fire. The pain was killing me. Nearing the top of the pass, the muscles of my lower back were on the verge of spasms. I stood up and climbed the last 50 feet in hopes of saving my back from anymore pain. I was exhausted. From the top of the pass, we had a nice descent and then some small rollers into Leadville (10,000 feet).
Once at camp, I could tell my back musles were super tender. The massage therapist recommended a bunch of ice and about an hour of muscle stim. It seemed to work because the next morning wasn't too bad.
Thank God because we were to head up over 3 passes with the last one being Vail Pass at 10,500 feet. Vail Pass was a beautiful ride. Colorado had built a bike trail from Vail, over the top of Vail Pass and down into Copper Mountain. It was absolutely gorgeous. From Copper Mountain were able to stay on bike trail all the way down into Frisco.
We had a day off in Frisco in which I spent doing my laundry and shopping for some things for my wife and kids. Frisco is a very cool town. There are bikes and bike trails everywhere. In fact, throughout the Summit Valley, all the towns are connected by bike trails. You can travel from Frisco to Dalton, to Breckenridge and Copper Mountain all by bike. If your a cyclist, this is your country.
My body needed the day off because the next day we back up to Leadville. This time was up over Freemont Pass. From Leadville we finally headed down hill into Salida. It was an 88 mile day and we average 20mph for the full ride. This wasn't too smart on my part because pushing so hard the flats was killing my back. I should have been saving my energy for the last day over Monarch Pass.
I was excited for the last day. I just wanted to get up, get going, and get home and see my family. If I could get back early enough, I could make the 9 hour drive in one day. I left camp at about 6am and kept a pretty steady cadence for about the first 14 miles. It was uphill from the moment I left camp. I had done Monarch Pass in 2001 and it left me with my first experience with leg cramps. So me and this mountain had some bad feelings already. At mile 14 I was pretty tired. Our map showed the top of the pass was at about mile 28. At mile 16 nobody had caught me. I know it isn't a race but it's still fun to pretend. The top came sooner than expected at about mile 26. I was feeling pretty good.
All week we weren't allowed to wear our Ipods. We'll I had stuck mine in my pocket just in case. For some reason I can descend much better with music blasting in my ears. So, before I started the descent, I put the Ipod on and flew down the mountain. It was a blast. It wasn't my fastest descent but it was the closest I had been to 50 mph all week. At the bottom of the mountain it was downhill rollers all the way back into Gunnison. I made it back to camp ahead of the rest of the group. It was by far my funnest day.
It was a long hard week. My back took a lot of the fun out of it but I also learned alot. I have learned how important it is to have a strong core. Since returning, the doctor has ordered me off the bike for a couple of months. I'm to do a lot of stretching and a lot of ab work. I'm still going to ride a little with my sons but as far as training is concerned, I think I'm done for a while. I'll be anxious to see what I can do with two legs, as my left leg has been pretty much powerless since the whole back issue.
Anyway, that was my week in Colorado. I'm glad I went. I met some really neat people and I hope and plan on going back for the 3rd annual next year.
Thanks for Reading
I arrived in Gunnison on Saturday afternoon. I learned quickly that this was going to be a much smaller group of people than what I had experienced with other tours. This is only the 2nd annual Colorado Rocky Mountain Bike Tour so I wasn't really surprised at the small number of people but it was different. With other tours, you tend to try and arrive early so that you have a spot to put up your tent. Here I had the whole field to choose from. When I arrived, there were only about 7 tents put up so far.
Sunday morning started with a 78 mile ride to Hotchkiss CO. The first half of the ride was a small incline until we got to the big climb of the day. It went up quickly and kept going up. The road went along the beautiful North rim of the Black Canyon and up and over Hermits Summit. I babied my back and tried to take it easy but when climbing there's no way to leave your lower back out of the equation. I survived the 78 miles but my back was hurting. The afternoon was spent using the muscle stim and ice in hopes of making it through the next day.
Monday started off good (I thought). The route was to be from Hotchkiss, over McClure Pass and into Glenwood Springs. I was the first cyclist to leave camp and followed the arrows on the road. I remember the staff people saying that it would be uphill from the moment we left camp. Well it was. I started out easy to save my back for the steeper parts of the climb. At about 25 miles there was supposed to be the first rest stop. I was making good time and saw no rest stop. I thought they were running late so I went on and just stopped at a Safeway store to fill my waterbottles. I continued on following the arrows into Delta CO. At one intersection I lost the arrows. I didn't know where to go. I rode back to the last arrow I saw to make sure I didn't make a wrong turn and I seemed to be going in the right direction. I got back to the same intersection and lost the arrows again. I pulled out my map and really couldn't make sense of it. There was a small gas station nearby so I went in and asked the clerk for directions. I asked for directions over McClure Pass. Now at this point, I had yet to have another cyclist catch me. I was moving pretty good but not that good. The clerk very politely said, "Honey, you came the wrong direction, you need to go back to where you came from and head north".
At this point I'm pretty well screwed. I have no money and have no phone. By the time I ride back to Hotchkiss, I will have put in 53 miles. Everyone will have already left camp and likely will be over the top of McClure Pass. Nobody will have any idea I'm missing. I will have to ride back to the start and anticipate it being a very long day. So I headed back to Hotchkiss. I rode hard and of course it was into a head wind. By the time I got back to Hotchkiss (remember this is the original starting point) my legs were fried. I was tired. I stopped at a small gas station and asked if anyone could give me a ride to the base of McClure Pass. I figured if I could get that far, I would have a chance for at least the sag wagon to know where I am. Otherwise I'm going to be out there all day with no support for water and food. With no ride, I'm stuck riding about 135 miles to camp. I'm a little scared at this point. Nobody gave me a ride. All I could do was start pedaling. Of course this part of the ride was spent in some intense prayer. I was getting a little frustrated with God in that I really needed some help and I wasn't getting any. The next small town was called Paonia. There was a small convenience store there so I stopped to fill my bottle again and asked some drivers if they were heading up over the pass. Of course they weren't. Many of them had just come over the pass and mentioned seeing a bunch of cyclist about an hour ago. This meant that I was way behind.
Sitting aroung moaping about it wasn't going to get me any closer to Glenwood Springs. So I pedaled on. By this point I've hit already about 65 miles. I'm exhausted from the early morning part of the ride. There's just no way I'm going to make it 50 more miles. I hadn't really even started the steep part of the climb yet.
I approached a small mining community which was where the real climbing began. I had even thought of calling 911 just so people would know where I was. I saw a couple of big stock trailers full of horses pulled over just up around the corner. Just as I was pulling up to the first truck, the driver of the second truck had gotten out of his truck and was walking back to the truck I was pulling up to. Before I could say anything, the cowboy asked me, "you need a ride?"
I didn't need to be asked twice. He said, "just throw your bike in the back and get in the front seat." Now here is a cowboy offering some wierd guy in spandex a ride up a mountain. I threw my bike in the back, being careful not to be in the way of the fifth wheel hitch on the horse trailer.
Remember, earlier I said I was bit upset with God. Well, this was God at work. The cowboy said he was only going about 7 miles but would be happy to take me as far as he was going. I wasn't going to turn down a free 7 miles. Hopefully this would get up to at least some of the slower riders.
Having been a farrier for 12 years I had a great time talking with the cowboy. Oh ya, his name was Gary. He had a 140 head of Draft/Quarter horse mix he was taking up the mountain to spend the summer and fall on the mountain grass. He shared with me that it had been a rough couple of years in the horse business. $1500.00 horses were being sold for $200.00. They were having to take a loss at every sale they went to. He spoke a little about his family and how proud he was of his 5 kids. I don't think this guy had any idea the difference he was making in someone elses life. In the short few miles that we drove, we spoke about so much stuff. From politics, healthcare, horses, family, and life in general. I believe whole heartedly that God brings people in and out of your life and this was truly one of those times. When we arrived to the point Gary was going, he made me take a Gatorade from the truck and wished me well. We had passed two riders on the way up the mountain so I knew I was safe. I still had 6 miles to climb to the summit but without Gary I never would have made it with enough water. For as long as I live, I will never ever forget this man. He so unselfishly helped someone he didn't even know. Thanks Gary!!!!
After finally making it to the top of the climb I rode the descent down for about 18 miles. I ended the day with about 107 miles. Almost 30 miles more then was originally planned. The next day was expected to be brutal.
After a long evening of ice and muscle stim I awoke early on Tuesday morning with a long day expected. The days route took us up from Glenwood Springs to Aspen. From Aspen we headed up over Independence pass and ended in Leadville Colorado.
Total mileage for the day was 100 miles with 60 miles of climbing. The uphill to Aspen wasn't too bad. From Aspen though the road go steep quickly. Independence Pass is truly amazing. It peaks at 12,095 feet and is the second highest pass in Colorado. It was brutal. I never could have imagined a road could be so long and so uphill. After every curve, it just kept going up and up. My back was on fire. The pain was killing me. Nearing the top of the pass, the muscles of my lower back were on the verge of spasms. I stood up and climbed the last 50 feet in hopes of saving my back from anymore pain. I was exhausted. From the top of the pass, we had a nice descent and then some small rollers into Leadville (10,000 feet).
Once at camp, I could tell my back musles were super tender. The massage therapist recommended a bunch of ice and about an hour of muscle stim. It seemed to work because the next morning wasn't too bad.
Thank God because we were to head up over 3 passes with the last one being Vail Pass at 10,500 feet. Vail Pass was a beautiful ride. Colorado had built a bike trail from Vail, over the top of Vail Pass and down into Copper Mountain. It was absolutely gorgeous. From Copper Mountain were able to stay on bike trail all the way down into Frisco.
We had a day off in Frisco in which I spent doing my laundry and shopping for some things for my wife and kids. Frisco is a very cool town. There are bikes and bike trails everywhere. In fact, throughout the Summit Valley, all the towns are connected by bike trails. You can travel from Frisco to Dalton, to Breckenridge and Copper Mountain all by bike. If your a cyclist, this is your country.
My body needed the day off because the next day we back up to Leadville. This time was up over Freemont Pass. From Leadville we finally headed down hill into Salida. It was an 88 mile day and we average 20mph for the full ride. This wasn't too smart on my part because pushing so hard the flats was killing my back. I should have been saving my energy for the last day over Monarch Pass.
I was excited for the last day. I just wanted to get up, get going, and get home and see my family. If I could get back early enough, I could make the 9 hour drive in one day. I left camp at about 6am and kept a pretty steady cadence for about the first 14 miles. It was uphill from the moment I left camp. I had done Monarch Pass in 2001 and it left me with my first experience with leg cramps. So me and this mountain had some bad feelings already. At mile 14 I was pretty tired. Our map showed the top of the pass was at about mile 28. At mile 16 nobody had caught me. I know it isn't a race but it's still fun to pretend. The top came sooner than expected at about mile 26. I was feeling pretty good.
All week we weren't allowed to wear our Ipods. We'll I had stuck mine in my pocket just in case. For some reason I can descend much better with music blasting in my ears. So, before I started the descent, I put the Ipod on and flew down the mountain. It was a blast. It wasn't my fastest descent but it was the closest I had been to 50 mph all week. At the bottom of the mountain it was downhill rollers all the way back into Gunnison. I made it back to camp ahead of the rest of the group. It was by far my funnest day.
It was a long hard week. My back took a lot of the fun out of it but I also learned alot. I have learned how important it is to have a strong core. Since returning, the doctor has ordered me off the bike for a couple of months. I'm to do a lot of stretching and a lot of ab work. I'm still going to ride a little with my sons but as far as training is concerned, I think I'm done for a while. I'll be anxious to see what I can do with two legs, as my left leg has been pretty much powerless since the whole back issue.
Anyway, that was my week in Colorado. I'm glad I went. I met some really neat people and I hope and plan on going back for the 3rd annual next year.
Thanks for Reading
Saturday, August 2, 2008
I'm off to Gunnison
Just wanted to say that I'm off for Gunnison. Didn't sleep all that great last night and my allergies are going crazy but other than that it's a good morning. I'm getting everything packed at the hotel and getting ready to get back on the road. It's a 4 hour drive from here to Gunnison.
I've been debating on taking the laptop with me on the Bike Tour. I'm not sure though if I would have much internet access. I don't know, we'll see. If you don't hear from me for a week, you'll know I didn't take it. Maybe I'll try and find a library or local internet spot in some of the towns we visit.
That's it for now. Gotta get going.
Bye
I've been debating on taking the laptop with me on the Bike Tour. I'm not sure though if I would have much internet access. I don't know, we'll see. If you don't hear from me for a week, you'll know I didn't take it. Maybe I'll try and find a library or local internet spot in some of the towns we visit.
That's it for now. Gotta get going.
Bye
Friday, August 1, 2008
Will My Butt Survive
It's 10:30 Colorado Time and I just arrived at my hotel in Cortez. I'm on my way to Gunnison for the start of the Colorado Rocky Mountain Bicycle Tour. Normally I would be anxious to get on my bike but with all the muscle issues I've been having, I'm concerned with finishing all 487 miles. The 3rd day of the ride is 100 miles with 60 miles of climbing. Climbing is what really seems to aggravate the muscle pain. I guess what they have come up with is an overuse issue of the piriformis muscle as well as the gluteus minimus. I've got a leg length discrepancy that they believe is the cause of the problems.
I was concerned about even going on the ride as I didn't want to cause any long term damage. My doctor called me and said that I should go ahead and give it a try. He said it may even do some good (though I doubt this) with some good stretching after each days ride. I brought along my muscle stim and so far this makes the biggest difference. I put the four electrodes around the sore area on my butt, and shock away. I used it for the four hour drive and it made an unbelievable difference. Normally my back would be killing me but the drive wasnt bad at all.
I'll leave in the morning for the 4 hour drive to Gunnison. I'll check in then put up my tent and get settled in for the day. Sunday is the first day of riding in which I believe we ride to Hotchkiss Colorado which normally should be an easy 78 mile ride, but we'll have to see.
We'll I guess thats it for now. I'll try and write a little more in the morning before I leave. Good night.
I was concerned about even going on the ride as I didn't want to cause any long term damage. My doctor called me and said that I should go ahead and give it a try. He said it may even do some good (though I doubt this) with some good stretching after each days ride. I brought along my muscle stim and so far this makes the biggest difference. I put the four electrodes around the sore area on my butt, and shock away. I used it for the four hour drive and it made an unbelievable difference. Normally my back would be killing me but the drive wasnt bad at all.
I'll leave in the morning for the 4 hour drive to Gunnison. I'll check in then put up my tent and get settled in for the day. Sunday is the first day of riding in which I believe we ride to Hotchkiss Colorado which normally should be an easy 78 mile ride, but we'll have to see.
We'll I guess thats it for now. I'll try and write a little more in the morning before I leave. Good night.
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