It was but another day on Friday, May 29, as I got out of bed feeling a bit off. I spoke to my husband who was in India, and told him I would ditch my routine workout.
After I hung up, something flipped. The weather was perfect; a gentle breeze, good AQI, low humidity and pleasantly bright. I couldn’t waste a good morning! So I pulled on my cycling gear and zipped out.
For 20 minutes, I sped up and down my usual path, enjoying the quiet, making plans for the day and looked forward to celebrating June 3 ‘World Bicycle Day’.
Then I moved out of my regular zone for the last round, a play park close to home, with a shaded narrow path and slopes that challenged me.
I felt invincible, like a teenager on steroids, when the unthinkable happened. I slid off the path and lost balance, outstretched my right arm to stabilise myself and landed on my wrist. Arrgh!!
A visit to the ER confirmed my worst fears – a fractured wrist. My heart broke as I heard it would take a long time for recuperation.
Post surgery, here I am being nursed and cared for by my favourite best man (read husband) who is tending to me lovingly with dressing, brushing my hair and fears aside and most importantly keeping my spirits high as I work on getting ambidextrous.
It’s driving me crazy but the first question I asked my orthopaedic surgeon was ‘ Doctor, when can I start cycling again’? No, I didn’t wait for the answer. I silenced it but the one voice we should always listen to, is our ‘inner voice’.
And yes, remembering our biological age every once in a while, may help too.
Sheela Pai
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