But once in, a transformation happened. No longer was I a cripple; the bike freed me from the pain of walking. Pedaling was effortless and pain free; I only felt pressure at the surgery site during the down stroke. My trusty steed carried me away from the doldrums of the past week and allowed me 100 minutes of pure bliss!
Upon returning from the ride, I unclipped and hobbled up the stairs to stretch and take a shower; oh well, it was fantastic while it lasted. And it should only get better from here.
|6 Days Post Op|
My podiatrist said that the neuroma was 1.6 cm long and 0.4 cm wide. Pretty average for a Morton's neuroma, he commented, but that the widest part of the "little bastard" was right where my 3rd and 4th metatarsal heads touched. From his description, I imagine it probable looked like a Mezcal worm, you know, that icky little creature in the bottom of certain bottles of Tequila.
|My "little bastard."|
The hardest part of the healing process is not going hard on the bike. I have energy to burn and want to stand and hammer. But I am following doctor's orders ... there will be plenty of single speed sessions soon enough. As luck would have it, I sustained a mild right hamstring injury at the Berryman Epic. This has helped to keep a governor on my engine.
At this point, I am not sure if I will have surgery on my right foot. I will just see how the left goes, get a lot of training under my belt for next year, do a few races, and then make a decision.