I felt better than I expected, though didn't dare try a double loop even over the weekend with the Drives closed to traffic. But I started back on the bike last Friday and have not missed a day since. Again, the stairs in our house were the main issue. I was needed to care for her, especially in the morning before I went to work. So for six of the last seven weeks I have been off the bike. However, they caution that that could take up to a year, as nerve damage heals slowly. On that front, she has been getting improved control and some sensation and movement in the foot so the doctors predictions that it would also return to normal appear to be on target. On top of that the nerve problem that developed in her left foot resulting in foot drop for which she must wear a brace has complicated things. It has not been more difficult than the doctors predicted, but I don't think we ever internalized how difficult what they were telling her was going to be. She is more and more independent, still in moderate pain, still using a cane, still bedeviled most by the arrangement of our four story house. Overall the beer selection was perfect for a frigid and ill planned evening.Yes, it has been over seven weeks since Annie had her knees replaced and I would say she is half-way back to normal. I don’t remember the Sly Fox Gang Aft Agley being so smokey, but I loved it. Besides the Fireside ale, which was sublime, the Dock St Imperial Stout was impressive. The tap list at Johnny Brendas usually bores me, but there was quite a selection last night. Despite the show confusion, it was a great night. So I took my Weyerbacher Fireside ale down to the main bar and spent the rest of the night there. Oops! For the record, don’t trust Facebook invites, they often have the wrong dates. I finally got suspicious enough and checked out the band list for the night, and realized that I was totally at the wrong show. I didn’t even see my friends who were supposed to be playing. I realized that other than Alex at the bar, whom my meeting was a happy accident, I didn’t recognize another face in the place. I paid the $10 cover, found a friend at the bar, and cozied up with a glass of Legacy Bruin (delicious, though maybe not as hearty as such a night called for). I thought I was going to see some friends bands play and I was grateful for a fun night out.įunny thing, though. So last night, in 15 degree weather, I braved largely unplowed icy roads on a charming 1/2 mile ride to Johnny Brenda’s. I’ve never thought of it as a “tradition,” but looking back, its something that I’ve consistently done for several years, so I’ll name it as such. In the dead of winter, on the coldest night, I bundle up and head out to a local bar for some beers.

Thursday night mtb ride fairmount park