Today is actually a bit of an active recovery day. There was some training this morning, but nothing tonight. There is a bit of race prep intensity coming my way in the later part of this week, less volume but more ouchy. As a result the first part of the week has been focused on the recovery side of things.
Training this morning was some tentative riding. The program didn't call for the cycling to be tentative, that is just the way it panned out in the end. I blame the weather.
The forecast for this morning looked dubious, but possible. I had the bike all set up and ready to go last night, confident that this morning would be clearer than it has been for the last few days. Imagine my disappointment then when I walked outside first thing this morning and found it raining. Turns out though that it was just a passing light shower and really the weather was pretty clear. With that reassurance I headed out on the road for the first time in days.
Unfortunately it wasn't quite as dry and it seemed. Certainly there was no water coming from the sky, but there was still plenty on the roads. Not enough to soak you, but just enough to make you brake like a scaredy man everytime you went around a corner. As a result I suspect I resembled a timid little old lady for much of my ride, but on the upside I stayed upright, which is of more importance to me at the moment. Still good to actually get out on the road. I guess.
Other than being scared on corners, I also had one of those minor crisis of conscience that sometimes happens when you are cycling. I came past a guy doing the slow walk of shame that happens when you have a flat and no spare to fix it with. I am fairly anti-social when I ride, it is something that I am aware of and I can live with it. Combined with my poor eyesight causing me to regularly cold shoulder people, I suspect I have a bit of a reputation as being a jerk. It is not that I don't like riding with other people, I quite enjoy it, but I also really like riding alone and it is something that I do most of the time. As such when I came past the guy with the flat I mentally made the 'wah wah' sad trombone noise and moved on. I had four more efforts to do and they weren't going to do themselves.
I was probably 20m or so down the road when I had my crisis. If I was in his situation I really would like somebody to at least ask if I was okay. He wasn't standing by the side of the road looking helpless, but the least I could do is ask. So I paused my Garmin, turned around and rolled back to see if he needed a hand. In the end he just needed to borrow a pump. I don't think he had a flat, just an under inflated tyre, or perhaps a slow leak. No big deal really. It cost me all of about 2 minutes and I was back on my way.
Other than a touch of cycling, I have also been for a follow up visit back to the Physios at Sportreat to get a bit more treatment on my calf. All good so far which is great news. My calf continued to pull up fine from my run yesterday and the physio was quite happy with its progress. Fingers crossed that continues for tomorrow's run too. Perhaps any karma I earned today will come into play.
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