...And again, the bike got the best of me.
I'm beginning to think that the one flight climb to the editing suite every day doesn't constitute a real workout. I'm also thinking that any good return from that is negated by how much espresso I've been drinking lately...in large latte's, which in and of itself is a detriment to healthful living. BUT - it really helps when you need to stay up super late to meet a deadline.
Anyway...today was the first time 'back in the saddle' (per se) since the blasted 'boo-heiney loss.' It started off on a bad foot. No air in the tires, and the seat was too low. Luckily, I had a tire compressor in the truck (no pressure gauge though [fyi: when using one of these, pay close attention to the feel of the tire if you don't have a gauge because the gauge provided doesn't really work for bike tires]), so at least I could do a slap job of airing them up. I used an Allen Wrench to fix the seat (keep a small toolkit in your car for anything that might pop up), so after that, I was good to go!
Now, keep in mind, our heat indices in this region have been hovering around 100 degrees recently, so, like last time, I waited until after 6 to ride. The shadows were longer, the heat not quite so bad, so it was a good ride. I could have ridden all night, but alas, it was not to be...
If you know anything about me, you know that random things happen to me that cause injuries that should not be able to happen under the circumstances. I pulled a groin muscle. Now, I know what you're thinking: 'she didn't stretch, or her seat was too high, or something', but you'd be wrong. It was the best ride I've had in a long time. The only thing I can think happened was that I had to stop suddenly for traffic, and when I pulled my shoe out of the toe clips, it got stuck so I had to kind of wrench it out so I wouldn't fall over.
2.5 miles of fantastic riding, and all I got was a stupid pulled muscle.
If you saw me out riding and have another idea of what I did, please let me know. I need to fix my terrible form anyway.
