Harrumph! I've got a right sulk on today. In fact I've had the sulk on since exactly 9.37am on Friday when, after a lovely ride to work, I changed into my civvies and put my back out whilst tying my shoelaces. I haven't done this since my brief foray into the world of the triathlete (we're not talking Ironman here, just the 'sprint' distance which I like to think I could have done had the honeymoon not got in the way and the motivation waned) when I totally buggered it on a morning run. So I spent the weekend abstaining from the bike and even forwent my commute on Monday in an effort to nip it in the bud quickstix. Alas, dear reader, I have now had to spend the last 24hrs at home on the floor in an effort to ease the pain interspersing this torture with hot baths and Deep Heat (quite a pleasant sensation really). I need to get better in preparation for a 4 hour train journey to see the parents on Thursday which, whilst I am delighted to be doing, will mean that it will be AT LEAST 3 WEEKS since I will have been out for a nice long ride and my legs will turn to mush and I will miss this lovely spell of mild weather and I will suffer for the entire winter and things will never, never, be the same ever, ever again! Perhaps I am being melodramatic but God! I hate not being well! Harrumph!
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