5/30
Cycling: woke up, having planned to run, and hobbled to the bathroom (dramatic licence; I walked normally, but my ankles were definitely making their presence felt). I remembered a conversation I had with K, about not doing things that we don’t enjoy, and wondered why I was planning on doing something that made me hurt. I’m not a masochist. I do like running, but my joints don’t – at least, not at the moment.
I had to go out anyway, to run an errand of sorts, so I decided to take the bike and make a short ride out of it. Five miles later, I’m home and I don’t ache (well, not much and not as acutely as I do after running – this is muscles protesting, not joints protesting. Muscles sort themselves out, more or less). Not a breeze of a ride (too many hills around here) and I was overtaken by one cyclist who was clearly drifting along merrily where I was working up a hill (ok, slight incline). And the fast bit where I cranked up the gears and just went for it was a blast.