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?
Juancho
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Sorry, after an age-appropriate day of rest, I'll be working on my Dirk Nowitzki impression.
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!
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"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.
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