I'm still nursing a pinched nerve. I've now lost count of how long it's been since I rode. It was before Thanksgiving.
A couple days ago, I discovered a tender spot in my shoulder, and my Chiropractor confirmed yesterday that there's certainly some "shoulder involvement." Yippee. On the plus side, my neck is feeling good, and I'm sold on the value of periodic adjustments.
Whenever I can't ride for a while, either due to injury or time constraints, I (re)discover that biking kind of holds my daily routines together. Anticipating and recovering from rides motivates me to eat right. And the routines surrounding rides and workouts drive so much-- laundry cycles, showers, cleaning, putting gas in the car, meal times, trips to the bike shop for supplies.
And what's more, regular strenuous exercise helps regulate my moods, appetite, sleep cycle, motivation, and how I deal with stress. Working out is deeply woven into my life, and having it yanked out hurts.
I'm trying to make hiking work, but about the only thing that seems to get me going is carrying a heavy pack. I currently have 35 lbs. in the pack I got for my (aborted) Mt. Whitney trip last year. I throw that on my back and march up the steepest hill I can find until I feel human again. It's a sorry, sorry substitute for the sustained power output of pedaling a bike, but it'll have to do.
And I'm going to get my inline skates out of the garage and have a go. It'll be excellent for the legs, and hopefully not jarring enough to bother my shoulder.