I could feel things getting out of control at the beginning of the month, my workload stacking up with family, study, actual work, sleep and trying to ride would indicate that this thing would take a hammering. So be it.
Tuesday last was setting out to be a good (great) day. I'd had my front hub serviced, wheel re spoked and fettered with strong, good spokes and had also finally amassed the needed infrastructure to ride sans camel back (little under seat bag, mini frame pump and jersey pockets). I had a grand 2 1/2 hour ride, hither and yon in the forest, 38km, lots of trails, lots of fun. Home for some food, swap kit, bikes and ride to work for the PM shift, all good so far. Get to work and about four pm start to feel achy in my quads and calves. I'd put this down to the reduced amount I've been riding off road this year (1-2 weekly vs. 3-4 times a week this time last year) and managed same with paracetamol. Long story short by nine pm I'd spiked a 38.5 temp and was rather down-at-heel. It was a busy shift and I stuck it out to the end and copped a ride home rather than ride 16km home in the cold. I remember leaving the car and saying to my work mate "I'll no doubt feel better in the morning, see you at work".
Monday, March 22, 2010
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ah, mate so that's what happened! Huey punished you for not riding enough? The big strikedown! Damn, get better old salt..
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