Each day, I've been riding a little more and with more confidence. But early last week, I noticed that I had a tingling in my feet and hands that seemed to creep up into my legs and arms. No pain or numbness, just the tingling that never went away and was particularly noticeable when I was sitting still or trying to go to sleep. I had no idea what to make of it.
Since Kevin and I are going to Massachusetts and Maryland, I decided I'd better ask the doctor about it. He listened, typed many words into his computer, scratched his head, said, "Hmmmmmm. . ." Finally he looked up. "I think it must be related to riding your bike."
I laughed. I was relieved. Nothing weird or serious.
"Since you're going on a trip, and won't be riding the bike, the tingling should go away."
Trouble is, I've had three perfectly good days and no bike riding. I walk past my pink Cruiser and I pat its seat. "Sorry," I say - more to myself than the bike.
Today it actually called to me, "Wendy! Wendy! Let's go play."
"Sorry," I mumbled again. Later I went back to REI with Kevin and he bought me a Hydration Waistpack for my birthday. It has a nifty water bottle and a little pouch for my keys and stuff. I figure the doctor is right, that I've somehow overdone it and after a break and a trip to the East Coast, I'll get back to riding my bike.
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