On the tip of my nose? The answer is 12 minutes. These are the mundane thoughts that pop in one’s head on a bicycle trainer. I guess it was a sign of good form, keeping my body still or some sort of Zen-like focus.
It was my first time back on my bike since the adductor tear. It was a compromise. I didn’t ride outside. I didn’t ride on hills. And I didn’t mount my bike in the usual way. This would’ve made any of you laugh hysterically. I used my kitchen stepladder to oh-so-gingerly get back in the saddle. It worked. Though my bike computer didn’t for a good oh, I don’t know 12 minutes. Maybe it was all this new activity again. Or maybe it was that little drop of sweat.