Despite the relatively good weather lately, I haven’t been riding outside. Actually, I haven’t been riding at all, since my Valentine’s ride with Paula.
Needless to say, I’m even more grumpy than usual right now. I do not (want to) check Strava for activities by my virtual friends and I dislike any post on Facebook that’s about an outside ride.
So, what’s up? I’m a bonehead, that’s what. I got on my bike, doing a hard – albeit virtual – climb, despite my more than usual aching back.
I have more physical problems than I care to acknowledge, many of which I brush off as “age related”.
However, lumbago (or LBP) is one I should not ignore lightly when there’s increasing pain.
Basically, I got on my bike against my better judgement, hoping that (keep on) moving would be good. Sometimes it is, this time it was just plain stupid.
I’m lucky I didn’t end up immobilized for a couple of days…
Having just gotten rid of my med addiction, I’m back to taking painkillers. Although naproxen and Voltaren gel (diclofenac) is hardly a match for my use of Oxycodon/-contin over the past two years.
Anyway, in retrospect I guess I should have seen it coming. You do not sit on a stationary bike as many hours as I have, without getting into trouble.
Between December 2nd and February 14th, I clocked 3.360,8 kilometers and some 105 hours on the bike.
That includes the insane Knighthood ride on December 28, which by itself should have been enough to toss my bike into a bottomless pit.
But, I’m looking forward to and training for the upcoming mountain stage in the French alps this June. Or so I keep telling myself – I think my body is trying to tell me that I’m doing it all wrong.
Time to rethink my strategy, or I may end up kissing the asphalt and getting hospitalized once again.
And as much as I have come to enjoy these spring vacations, I’m afraid Paula will kill me…