Governance
On Wednesday, the Office of Inspector General released the Medicare Advantage compliance guidance. By Thursday morning, I was revising my entire enterprise assurance plan. The question that kept forming was not about work.
I did not plan to ride Cote de Pike. The estimate said twenty minutes. It took me forty-four. Here is what I paid attention to: heart rate. Not speed, not power, not the riders passing me.
They drew fifteen vials on Tuesday. I sat in the chair and watched the tubes fill and thought about what I had written three weeks earlier. Fifteen vials of blood is doing something about it.
On Wednesday, the Office of Inspector General released the Medicare Advantage compliance guidance. By Thursday morning, I was revising my entire enterprise assurance plan. The question that kept forming was not about work.
I got on the bike on January 11. Once. My feet didn't hurt. Not even a little. You would think that would have sent me back the next day. I have not been back.
There is a pair of pedals on my desk. OneUp Aluminum platforms. Purple, to match the Chris King components for a bike I have not yet built. No mechanism. No clip. No twist to release.
I stopped riding in June because of Achilles tendonitis. I had been riding clipless pedals because that is what serious cyclists do. I cannot rotate my ankles. The friction was there the entire time.
A year ago I was using a cane in airports. I am forty-eight years old. Before I turn fifty, I intend to ride the Tour Divide. This is not a reasonable plan.