And stretch...

Cor. I'm up to 90% unassisted elevation now following lots of physio and determination (or stubborness as it's been referred to).
The ramblings of a lesiure cyclist are still unfortunately relegated to mere dreamings of rubber and tarmac, or those lovely paths positively over-growing by the canal side. There are many a positive side effect to my pathetic incapacity however - walking and sit-ups are free - my limited range of things I can do, and of course like doing, are provided pretty much in the 'accidental exercise' arena. Only having recently been able to resume driving, my flat shoes have taken a pummelling, and my stomach muscles reaped the benefit of my inability to sit myself up using my arms (a bad habit that I bet you never realise you do!). One other new activity that can be encompassed in my limited (read pathetic) range of pursuits, is that of handle cranking. We're not talking steam trains, or wind up toys. Oh no, something far more detrimental to the struggle to get back in to my skinny fit Sugoi tanks - Pasta making. Kidding myself that pasta is healthy - which of course it is if you're carb-loading in preparation for an endurance race, I have taken to spending my newly found spare time making more food from scratch. Great extra exercise for my right arm, though it only suffices to increase the widening muscle girth gap between left and right - the left arm still looking hellishly weedy through immobilised muscle depletion. Still, the family like the results, it's therapeutic, and the closest I'm getting to an adrenalin rush at the moment.
Shoulder blades down and back, for another day on the slow and subtle course to recovery. The consultant was so right - I definitely won't be happy to see him until at least 6 months is up. I am increasingly tempted to hop back on Haggis, so my sub-scapularis and me may well test the local paths at the weekend... watch this space, I'm the one going ouch over every bump.