I’ve spent the last week or so relearning some hard
lessons. So used to push through
discomfort I’m not great at recognising the difference between that and pain
caused by injuring an already injured body part. Luckily Laura and Dolph at QSMC straightened
me out (both physically and psychologically) and I’ve now progressed to
sweat-pool inducing windtrainer sessions in my lounge room.
Fun times at the physio!
Like any red-blooded mountain biker of sound mind I LOATHE
the stationary bike session. It is
amazing what I can do when there is no alternative though. Being rather fortunate to have broken myself
the year SBS decides to screen every stage of the Giro I’ve at least been
distracted by the rolling hills of Italy, skinny men breaking collarbones and
the mysterious urge to buy a Skoda. I also
threw in ’24 Solo’ the epic battle for the World Championship between Gordo and
Eatough. That never gets old but I am
scratching for another MTB DVD so suggestions are welcome.
Yes, you read that correctly.
I’m not going to pretend that being injured is a good thing,
but it has revealed a few things personally.
The fact that I can spend 4 hours pedalling circles in my lounge room and
another hour every day getting intimate with tennis balls and ITB rollers means
I have a bit of mental toughness and also that I’m clearly still in love with
the sport. Or I’m a sick masochist.
Just want to ride.
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