I am a bit behind. But there are good reasons for that. I’m led to believe that reasons are better than excuses, although it’s kind of hard deciding which is which, and probably involves some splitting of hairs.
On Saturday I went out with 8 of the ACG, including a newbie, Chris. The sun shone, the headwind blew and really sucked, and we did one of my loops which I suppose made me nominally in charge. However it’s easier to lead from the front, which sadly is not where I was. Newbie Chris and I took turns to be at the back. However he’s new to the cycling game as well as to us, so that’s understandable. I’m just, well, you know, same old same old? And that’s the problem. And the reason I was reluctant to write – because you’ve heard it all before and I know it’s tedious. I’m bored of myself! So if you’d like to skip forward a couple of paragraphs…rather than join the pity party, or risk being likewise bored to death? Or maybe just look at the pictures for a bit? Why not just skip to the next entry, and save yourself the next 10 minutes of your life which you’ll otherwise never get back? 😉
So, for anyone fool enough to have stuck around, I had a mad busy week last week – with lots of work, travel, driving, drinking, not enough sleeping or resting… Neither big nor clever. But work is work, and life happens, and it doesn’t stop happening just because it would be easier if it did. And it turns out that, with the wonders of 20/20 hindsight, deciding to ride on Saturday morning was a seriously bad idea. Of course I didn’t know that at the time, now did I? The sun was shining, I was in good company, the route (being one of mine) was fairly easy, so why wouldn’t I ride?
Ah well. It was hard work. Constantly trying to keep up just pushed me too hard. It really doesn’t matter whether it’s because it’s only around 8 weeks since my op and I should be being more careful, or if the op didn’t fix the problem and it’s still here. Either way, as the ride went on, the odd twinge I’ve been having turned into plenty of proper pain, in the same place as usual. And it’s always made worse by cycling, which clearly is what I was doing. I didn’t have any pills on me, not that I’d have wanted to take them if I had, because when not habituated, they tend to space you out a bit. To compound things I hadn’t eaten all day, so I really hadn’t done myself any favours. Yes, yes, I know, I know…! Still, I did my best. I even enjoyed some of it. I got to chat to some of my mates, enjoy the tailwind on the way back, and laugh at the testosterone racing up Mudgely Hill. All of that and more. But by the time we got back to the Square I’d been knocked onto a slightly different planet, mentally and physically. Spaced and wiped out.
All of which explains why when I got in, took the pills, put the stronger patch back on, and had had a quick shower, I went straight to bed for a non-optional nap… And didn’t write my blog. Oops…
Cycling time: 2:00
Distance: 30.7 miles
Avg 15.2 mph
ODO: 17320.7 miles
On Sunday the sun shone. It was, not to put too fine a point on it, glorious out there. And I had nothing else to do. But depending on whether or not you believe in fairy tales, resting on the seventh day is de rigueur. So I did. Totally. Well, unless you count a short walk up to the reservoir to feed the ducks with the mob and my folks and back home via The Crown as exercise ;). It probably counts as medicinal though 😉 And I still didn’t write my blog… *grin*.