Ouch!
My body is misbehaving at the moment and will not be convinced that it’s eighteen in any way.
Last week I had an ace time with Freeride Spain being dragged up huge mountains and plummeting down silly technical trails, normally laughing manically as I survived the next corner (thanks Simon, Emma, Oscar, Jon, Lee and Tom).
All of this time though my back has been aching a lot . . then a lot more. On Friday I had a massage to try and loosen up before Dusk ‘Til Dawn which helped a bit, but my gait was definitely more monkey than human.
Riding my bike is actually not that painfull (honest Doc!) and - with the help of Brufen Gel and pills - I had a great race at Thetford. I actually felt better than I have ever felt there… until I got off the bike.
I couldn’t straighten up at first until the medic rubbed anti spasm cream on my back and I could lay out flat for a while. Then a five hour drive home to really bed it in.
Monday saw me at the Osteopath. A new one for me (my old one is way down South from here). A very ‘powerfully built’ man who pulled me around very violently,whilst expressing horror at my various inflexible joints and broken limbs. He also told me that one of my legs is an inch shorter than the other one!
No riding for a week apparently but I’m sure a gentle spin on Saturday couldn’t hurt could it?… 