I'm gonna give my shoulder a test drive tomorrow. I injured it swimming and have been out of the pool for a few weeks. It doesn't hurt, but I am aware there is weirdness. If it hurts, I plan to ramp up the walks and trainer, which I have also abandoned, in this latest crisis of faith.
Getting off the thinners is the goal, and brings with it a certain amount of anxiety. I have to wait a month and get re-tested for blood issues. Thinners suck, you can't ride mountain bikes on them, but they keep you from having strokes. Getting off would be great, provided I am healthy. During that month, I will feel like I am looking for a gas leak with a lighter.
Like all things scary, the concept is usually worse than the reality. The waiting is the hardest part. I have figured out how to navigate my little routine here at Shawshank. I always dreamed of getting out, but now I am afraid to leave.
At the very least I will get to do some riding for that month. Light, non technical, less radical riding than I would like, but riding none the less. I will use my furlough well. I promise.