PM: 2 hours fat bike on trails (25.7 miles). HR 161.
Felt better today. I think in addition to normal, everyday anxiety I was very dehydrated and that can really make symptoms worse. Had a decent time on the bike, but washed out on a corner and went into a small, but unyielding tree. My forearm took the brunt of it, which probably save my collarbone. Right should was very tight and I raised it up thinking I dislocated it. It kind of lightly ground/popped and felt better and I was able to continue riding for 90'. These trails are not at all technical. Just too much pressure in my tires and I tried to turn at the last minute. I had told Megan I was "just" going to Orion Oaks, so that I didn't crash two days before we take the boys on a road trip to Maine. I felt bad as she doesn't need anything else to worry about.
Next day: arm pretty sore but with full range of movement. I don't know how guys in their 50 and 60s do this crap. That hurt and it wasn't even that bad.
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