Health-wise, it’s been a good day: no backache, no abdominal pain, no headache. So far so good. Now I suppose I should get out of bed.
Being forced to stay off the bike has given me cause to ponder the meaning of detraining.
‘Treadly and Me’ spluttered inauspiciously into life on 1 January 2006. So as the year draws to a close, this provides me with the excuse to ruminate on what was and what may be…in this little corner of the web, at least.
This time it was going to be different. After the last debacle there’d be no rushing to get back on the bike…
The road to recovery is littered with tired cliches…
The self-diagnosis continues, as I head for the “self-help” shelves in search of knee pain remedies.
I may have injured myself by having my seat too low. Could 2cm make that much difference? Over several weeks, yeah maybe.
Being marred by injury is all the worse when you don’t know how or why it happened.
In the USA, some school districts are banning playground equipment, games of tag, and even running in the playground. What the …?