Ouch
Another Saturday on which I planned to ride more than 45 miles. Last Saturday, I pulled my hamstrings by spending all of Friday night on a dance floor after a 35 mile day and being almost too sore to walk, much less ride 58 miles against a headwind.
Yesterday, I averaged over 19 mph on the way home, had a great ride, and felt really good. Today, I felt like someone punched me in the left leg, right about where the pocket opens. Straightening the leg was painful, bending it too much was painful. I vaguely remember crashing into the confidential document bin, which is about at waist height as I was getting my coffee yesterday (was it yesterday?). Riding 48 miles today when my mobility is shot might be possible, but I decided to err on the side of caution, in case it’s not that I bumped into something and forgot. So much for this week. Another three day riding week.
I think I’m getting better at making excuses than riding my damn miles. Pain in the hip also means that, no matter what, I’m staying home tonight. I just don’t have it in me to go hear Marques Wyatt spin records and stay off the dancefloor while he does.
Color me grumpy. I need to be a little more careful. There’s no way I should be riding three day weeks. I’m used to six. Pull it back together, Apollo, you pansy.
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