A quick update. I rode the bike for about 8 minutes last night and another 15 tonite. Getting on the bike proved to be much harder than actually riding it. I had to sort of mount it from behind so as not to put any weight on my right foot and I couldn't lift my leg too high or I would get that horrid stabbing groin pain compliments of the labrum in its newly anchored state. Because I've never had any kind of orthopedic surgery before I wouldn't know this but I can't believe how weak I felt afterwards and how hard it is just to pedal on no resistance for 15 minutes. I mean I know they tell you your muscles are going to be weak but I just couldn't really conceive how weak. I practically had to fall back on the couch with my ice pack afterwards. Its particularly strange when I look at the two tiny incision sites where they stuck the probes and camera in and I can't believe how sore I am. I know "gimp" isn't the most politically correct term but laying in a a machine for 6 hours a day and showering on one leg kind of diminishes my aspirations for political correctness.
In related news, I have been to PT two days in a row and Bob was very pleased with my ROM (range of motion) and told me I was much better off than others a week out of surgery. I can already tell this journey is going to be about finding small victories in every day experiences. Since I won't actually be able to exercise for fitness (as opposed to rehab) for probably close to another month, and even then its going to be very limited, being diligent about The Protocol will be the best possible means for preserving some semblance of sanity.
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