I finally got up the courage to get back outside on a bike today. It was in the upper 30's, so not TOO cold and I just knew I needed to get out there before I started believing naysayers who think I should stop riding. Never! Anyway, off I went. I couldn't quite bring myself to take my crash route, but I did about 20 miles and despite being a little tense and hyper-alert, it felt great to be riding, even on my old bike. A balaclava kept my healing face wounds pretty well protected from the wind.

On the bike again, that's where I belong! Thanks for all the advice and words of encouragement.