My bad, I've been ill and off the bike and all sorts. Somebody might read this and say " Whatever Man!" and good on them for passing comment.
Things go weird in your life and what are you left with? Your ability to adapt and look for opportunity. Either that or you're flattened by the inexorable progress of mediocrity.
So if you have your hand under the hot tap and you're not comfy with the whole pain thing what do you do? Pull the thing out that's what. So why do we hang in places that give us pain? Are the fekkers causing us the grief going to magically change? Not so much.
Today I was recovering from last night's ride. I had the choice to put myself under pressure or just roll the legs and work the lactic out. I chose B. Harder to do but better in the long run.
I left my partner of seven years. I looked after her while she was ill and when she was better I left. She had a party where she invited all the people who helped. No invitation. Don't ask me why I left.
Down stairs the bikes are hanging,waiting.
