I Can Top It!
How could I possibly top the week, nay.. MONTH I've been having with health issues?? Pfffft! Easy when you're me. All you have to do is wake up, go to the kitchen and poor yourself a coffee. Then walk up to your office, sit down and read some bike blogs. 25 minutes later, raise yourself up out of your chair and FREEZE as the Mother Of All Back Spasms (MOABS) grips you so hard it takes your breath away. Then have the phone ring at that very moment, but you can't move since you're too busy hunched over, gritting your teeth, and sweating bullets from pain. THEN yell for your wife to get up and get the freaking phone. THEN stand there panting in pain as your wife asks you what's wrong. UGGGGGG!!!!
Next think I know I'm on the floor as Wifey ran to get me a heating pad to get on it stat. I laid there mad, but nearly giggling at the amount of bad luck ONE person could have in a few weeks. Finally after about 15 minutes it warmed up enough for me to be able to stand. I really thought I was going to have to walk around like a question mark all day. Would today be another day with no ride???
Hell, high water, or bad backs my ass was going to ride today. I kept up the heat and stretching, popped a left over Magnum/TC 700mg pain pill (not its real name) left over from my root canal last winter, and went about my day. Which was most definitely going to contain a 2+ hour road ride.
I started the ride from the Boston Rail trail. Figured the warm up would be good for the legs and back. Then hit a nice loop and ended with a nugget hair under 40 miles on the day. The Campeon felt damn good. New bottom bracket, new chain, cassette, and some Pro Bikes love has made it run smooth, fast and creak free.
The back really warmed up about half way through and I was convinced that I was healed via the two wheeled doctor of love. At least until I went to get off the bike, and stand up straight. Then. Grrrrrrrrrippped again with the pain. Parking lot full of old people and helmetless fat guys on hybrid bikes and I'M the one ready to scream with pain. 39 never felt so old.
So once home it was a steady stream (nothing to do with urine) of heat/ice/heat/yada/yada/yada until I was once again able to walk erect (nothing to do with... oh never mind). So far, so good. It ain't great, but I've been able to function, pretty normal. So I'll take that for sure.