Of all the things I feared would wreck this epic trip with my dad, I never thought it would be my messed-up back. After weeks of anticipation, planning, and prepping, I threw my leg over a bike in some strange, abnormal motion the morning of our trip and had to be walked back to bed, where I would remain for the next 48 hours, unable to even get up for a glass of water without excruciating pain in my lower back. I had been through this before, I knew I would be okay in a few days, but our five-day trip was getting shorter and I could only blame myself.
“Dad, I messed up my back.”
“Well, I can’t really move. I can sit on a bike, but I can’t really get it off its kickstand on my own.”
“Okay, well rest up and we’ll see how you feel tomorrow. Remember we’re doing this for fun, and if you’re hurting, it isn’t fun.”