Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Can you tell I'm whining???? Well I am. Here's the deal. I didn't want to mention this Sunday, I thought not bringing it up would help minimize it's reality. nor do I want to pout. Sunday before I went out and gravel ground for 62 miles I had all those 5 gallon buckets filled with water because I thought my water to the house was going to be shut off for the weekend with the water main break Saturday.
Well the city fixed the problem that day.
So I thought I would dump all the buckets in the flower gardens and vegetable garden. I reached out at arms length jerked up two buckets and pivoted at the same time. Dumb, Dumb, and Dumber.
I wrenched my lower back.
Still went riding. Dumber, Dumbest, and Stupid.
At 31 miles I could not sit down on the bike seat, my lower spine was too sore to take any jarring. I rode the last half of the metric century mostly standing.
So the last three days it was hard to function, or take a deep breath, or tie my shoes. Slowly getting less painful. Taking it easy at work.
My hope is to ride the weekend, hopefully centuries.
My daughter Melissa who has become an addicted runner, is waiting on the results of a MRI to determine if she has a torn meniscus. She is also down, for a longer period of time.
Some of you can relate to this place I find myself, not the physical pain of it, that will run it's course, what sucks is the "pain of sedentary." Drives me bonkers. I certainly do not bicycle all day every day, but it's thoughts, it's preparation, the planning, brings pleasantry during the non ride time.
I wait for the body to heal itself, to be a good animal, and return to what feels right.
So get a ride in, run the distance, be a good animal.
Over and out.