No. My hand still isn't working.
I went to an acupuncturist...and she worked on the wrong hand. You might wonder how both she and I didn't know she was working on the wrong hand. For me: I didn't know if she was doing some East-Asian-Working-on-the-Right-Hand-Really-Helps-the-Left-Hand BS. For her: she's just an idiot.
Today, I got a left arm massage. That didn't help. I was told by the masseuse to see another masseuse. Does this ever happen? I don't tell students to go see another teacher...even if they are really, really dumb. And believe me...some of them are.
The thing I notice most about this training is the oddity of it. When I trained for the marathon..my legs always hurt. Always. When I was done with a Saturday long run, I could barely walk up the stairs to my house.
With this bike ride thing...even though I use my legs for much longer periods of time, my legs haven't hurt. Not once. But my fricken arm and hand haven't felt good for weeks.
Yes I understand the impact difference between running and biking. But I am still under the assumption that biking, although annoyingly difficult, is for pussies. Yeah, I said it. Now don't get me wrong...Lance Armstrong is the man. But when you're running, there are no periods of time where you can "coast" or "get off your bike and stretch your legs outs." When you go for a run...there are two options...you are running or you are walking. Riding 100 miles is/will be hard...but at this point I still think running a marathon is harder. Of course, this is me not having ridden over 60 miles yet.
I must say, though. Not at any point during the marathon training did it feel like I was giving birth to a baby elephant out of my ass. Biking has a way of making me feel like an expectant mother.
If I do give birth...I'm going to name it Baby Darron.
Just a little FYI.