back on the roads

It's not trekking the Argentinian altiplano - yet - but a four day bike ride across central Victoria with a great bunch of crew helped very much to feed the feeling of getting stronger, and getting back on the roads.
Tour de Heartland was good fun, but meant a lot more in terms of signposting recovery (though Digger and I agreed we both like the word 'reinvention' rather than oft abused 'recovery' or 'comeback'): I gave myself maybe one hour of riding each day, then the rest with feet up on the dashboard of the support vehicle. Instead I managed the whole first day from Mansfield to Benalla, the whole next day Benalla to Shepparton, rested up the third day Shepparton to Bendigo with complaining soleas, Achilles and hamstrings, then rolled all the last day with fresh legs through the old gold mining country - Bendigo to Castlemaine.
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Spring has sprung well and truly now - irises, tulips, ranunculus - and cartwheeling among them perhaps more than any other year for having lived through that fucker of a winter's saga: of which the next instalment is another neurologist appointment in a couple of weeks to discuss EEG and his inflammation theory.

I'd have loved to have an EEG or MRI done during my cello lesson last Saturday - feels like every little back room, nodule, lobe, crest, corner, saddle and peninsula of this recently violated scone glows and sings with long bowing of the C Major scale.

Found a fantastic teacher and loving it - I doubt there's any better way to encourage new brain connections/elasticity than wearing Learner plates with a fretless instrument.