WEEK 1: In The Beginning...
ARGH! MY KNEES!
Day 3 of cycling to work and while I've still got the puff, my knees are giving me jip. They're saying things like "You cracked or something? You ain't 16 any more!"
It's about 20 minutes one way, which is pretty good. I was expecting more like half an hour. Of course, I was really belting along. I mean, sometimes I even went as fast as 3 or 4 miles an hour! I nearly got a nose bleed! And the great Cycling God seems to be smiling on me. Every morning it's been blasting gale force winds and pissing down monsoon rains when I got up, but the weather has cleared just long enough for me to get into town dry before opening up again... except for this evening on the way back when it was head winds all the way, no matter which bloody way I was going! Even so, I made it back in less than 15 minutes! Well, after all, I couldn't let the posing tosser in his little lycra undies and his branded cycling gear and poncey little cycling booties get away from me, could I? I may have had 10 times the aerodynamic drag and been close to passing out from anoxia but the bastard didn't get away! Oh yes, I very triumphantly collapsed in the back garden when I got home. Yes! That'll show him! Hoorah.
I'm just sitting here now waiting for a call back from the hospital regarding my knee surgery.
And tomorrow... DAY 4
Day 3 of cycling to work and while I've still got the puff, my knees are giving me jip. They're saying things like "You cracked or something? You ain't 16 any more!"
It's about 20 minutes one way, which is pretty good. I was expecting more like half an hour. Of course, I was really belting along. I mean, sometimes I even went as fast as 3 or 4 miles an hour! I nearly got a nose bleed! And the great Cycling God seems to be smiling on me. Every morning it's been blasting gale force winds and pissing down monsoon rains when I got up, but the weather has cleared just long enough for me to get into town dry before opening up again... except for this evening on the way back when it was head winds all the way, no matter which bloody way I was going! Even so, I made it back in less than 15 minutes! Well, after all, I couldn't let the posing tosser in his little lycra undies and his branded cycling gear and poncey little cycling booties get away from me, could I? I may have had 10 times the aerodynamic drag and been close to passing out from anoxia but the bastard didn't get away! Oh yes, I very triumphantly collapsed in the back garden when I got home. Yes! That'll show him! Hoorah.
I'm just sitting here now waiting for a call back from the hospital regarding my knee surgery.
And tomorrow... DAY 4
posted by Mike Ranson at 7:52 pm
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