Jarrett and I went mountain biking again today. This was the first time I've hit the trail since my accident. We didn't go to Emma Long, as I'm still a little leery of that place. Instead, we went to the Barton Creek Greenbelt. I biked over to Jarrett's place, and then we biked down the shoal creek trail until we ran into town lake, bike across the 1st avenue bridge, and then around the lake to the trail. It's not, by any stretch of the imagination, a hardcore mountain biking trail, but it is fun. You're able to build up some pretty good speed in a few places, which is nice.
My knee felt pretty good the entire trip. I think commuting with Gertie has built up some muscles in my legs, as well as some endurance, because Jarrett got winded on the way coming back, and I felt just fine. It felt really good to kick his ass in something. In every other way, he's a much better mountain biker than I am.
I'm still on the exercise high... all the dopamine is still giving me that after-glow. Now to the store to buy some ground turkey for spaghetti