I just got home from a physical therapy appointment and I'm marveling at how I can be so wiped out! On days I go to the therapy gym and exercise on my own, I generally workout for an hour and a half to two hours. That feels like nothing compare to the 40 minutes I just had working with my therapist. What was I doing? Small, careful movements.
The big difference, I guess, is the amount of focused attention paid to isolating some very weak muscles.
And, oh yeah...
On Sunday we had a great time up near the Cliff House in SF test-riding recumbent trikes with the wonderful folks from the Cosmic Vehicle Center (yes... that's right "Cosmic"-- did I mention we were in San Francisco?). I've been dreaming about getting back on a bike for a while and now it looks like it will be happening soon.
These things are a blast to ride! The best part, though, is that I don't have worry about my balance problems like I would on a two-wheeler. Nor do I have to look for a place to sit down and rest.
At the moment, I can't pedal very far or fast but I should be able to use one of these as a stationary exercise bike and work up my endurance. Look out trail. Here we come!