Which looks like more fun: the right side or the left side?

I, at least, greatly prefer the right side. So I feel pretty virtuous that I’ve only gone for two out of 12 jogs outside since I started this whole “jogging for recovery” thing.

Of course, on my second actual outside jog, I got a little overenthusiastic and ran up and over a fairly substantial hill. Three days later, I’m still limping with sore quads for that little burst of enthusiasm. Even so, I had too much fun to regret it.

Next Friday, weather permitting, I fly to Stanford for another bike test and a final clearance to ride from the surgeon. It’ll be the first time I’ve “ridden” a “bike” (I use such terms reservedly, given the stationary bike provided) in 57 days.

Although I have enjoyed jogging and intend to keep it up a bit, I really can’t wait to get back on the bike again.