Last Friday I rode with the Dogboy and I pedaled so hard I yanked my cleat sideways and rode like that for a while, so my left Achilles tendon is all jacked up. On Sunday I rode with Mystery the Untameable Stallion crashed out hard on the brown ice, now I have a stitch in the middle of my back and a big knot on my right knee. On Monday I rode with the Wrecking Ball and that didn’t bother me one bit, but I just thought I would mention it.
I read something last night about people who continue to train or exercise even when they are injured. The jackass writing the book implied that this is a sign of obsessive compulsion and these people are being driven by an irrational force, and I thought, no shit man, that’s the whole point. Let the demons take the wheel for a change, I’m tired of driving all of the time.
Still, I admit he is right. A little rest is not the end of the world. The injuries help give structure to my day. Ice, rest, and elevate. Hydrate, stretch, and meditate. I read this book soaking in an Epsom salts bath while eating Ibuprofen which put me in a weak position to argue against his hypotenuse.
By tomorrow I think all of these issues will have sorted themselves out and I will be 110% so who wants a shot at the title?
Sorry, after an age-appropriate day of rest, I’ll be working on my Dirk Nowitzki impression.
That is some weak ass shit. If I never rode when I was injured I’d never ride. Of coarse you have superior handling skills so, you don’t carsh as much as I do.
FINE! Just because not all of us need Dr. House to diagnose or ailments doesn’t mean we can’t feel pain. IT IS SO ON!
“our ailments. You know what I meant!
haha! 🙂 You two sound sort of like an old married couple today!
the Munson hardpack curse,
ride on, oh beautiful Discordia!
whats a carsh?
I will show you a carsh next time we ride.