Well, I meant to put some jibberish up this morning, but the sun broke through the clouds and I had to make a break. So, yesterday I did a “long ride” for me at the moment. So two hours forty thirty six minutes. No pain in the belly, no pain in the achilles and weak legs. That is good news for the ride, but this morning I woke up with more than normal pain in my achilles. So either I used the calf muscle too much when riding, didn’t do enough eccentric strength training/stretching afterward or I need to find another solution to the problem.
Two solutions exist. One is PRP (protein rich plasma) injections which will put me off the bike minimum six weeks and from what I understand no real exercise for six weeks because I hate swimming. Or six weeks off the bike with no PRP and a lot of eccentric stuff and maybe some kind of ultra sound therapy. So both require time off, and I am not going to give up the time and that looks like I will struggle through this achilles for the season. I am hoping to do a ultra sound therapy and still riding at some point in the near future. It seems the more I ride the less it hurts, damn achilles.
Looking goofy, my forte
I am looking for and finding a few out of the way roads
As the last picture says, I am looking for more and more out of the way roads. I am finding a few, but they are still driven a bit more than I like. At least I am only diving for the ditch twenty times an hour instead of forty. It is an improvement.
So today the rain was supposed to be a all day event, and it wasn’t. Damn weather forecasters! I saw the sun arrive, put on riding clothes and ran out (more like hobbled out) to my road bike and rode for one hour fifty. Not so long, but I needed to go shopping and the longer I wait the worse the traffic and today was supposed to be a day of nothing but Xbox, so the hour fifty was a bonus.
I found a hole in the clouds and had I been Frank I could have had a rain free ride. Frank has a unnatural knack for being able to read the clouds and avoid the rain, when that is possible. So I ran right into rain about forty minutes into the ride and it was windy and big old drops of rain. Kind of like little explosions all over the place. It would have been cool if I was inside and could have heard the rain, not felt it soaking every bit of clothing I had on and bouncing off my helmet like little bitty bombs. Oh well, the rain only lasted about thirty minutes. The last bit of the ride I got back into the hole in the clouds.
It was nice and a bit of rain really isn’t that bad. Next week a real mountain bike ride, you know one with mountains (I hope) and a few more than 15 miles. I will suck, I will crash and I will have fun. It is about time I was released back on a real mountain bike ride. Damn doctors worrying about sutures breaking open and my guts spilling out, yeah like is something I want. Anyway, things are looking up on the riding front, not the quality, but the ability to ride more and I am mildly hopeful. Mildly.
It looked a lot farther away than it was
Good looking cloud
The hole in the clouds. The rain just stopped!