Bone knits back together.
Pain becomes less; the limp is less gimpy. Every day there is gain.
Last night I slept through the night, not awakened once by that deep, throbbing ache that seems to permeate my whole leg, radiating both up and down from the fractured knee.
And on the bike, spinning the trainer, motion comes easier; peddling becomes more sure. The linear motion feels good and the effort lets me know that I can still sweat, that my heart still beats, and that my capillaries still dilate with effort, moving blood to where it is most needed.
I am fortunate; I'm healthy and healing fast.
Tomorrow will be three weeks since splatting on Monarch Crest.
No torn ligaments, no lasting damage to tendons or muscles. Just a bit of contusion and fractured bone. In healthy humans, it grows back together, good as new.
So now I repair.
Soon I will rebuild.
Then I will ride again.
The sun shines; the beauty of autumn surrounds me.
Maybe there will still be a few aspen leaves left in the mountain groves when I am once again able to ride joyfully through them.
Thank you, God.