Overdone it. Riding to stop the noise in my head and ‘damn the consequences’ caught up with me good and proper at four o’clock this morning. The pain monkeys had all the tools out and the shoulder not wanting to be left out joined in. Gave in, got up, made a cuppa and broke the glass on the ‘for emergencies only’ painkillers.
Pottered around, tidied up a bit, gave the cat an early breakfast, read for a while. Waited, sleep rolled in sometime between six and seven. Phone rang around ten. Got up delt with it and considered starting the day but battered and shattered clearly hadn’t left the building. The cat in his infinite wisdom got up stretched, re-arranged himself on his side of the duvet and went back to sleep. I followed suit minus the stretching. Surfaced around lunchtime. Weary but the tools are back where they should be.
Boooooooo.
Did my exercises this morning. Hurt lots now, but surely that’s a good thing?
Liberal application of friend, beer n’ cake with a very slow bimble (including a cake course) on Friday for good measure. Much better now in every respect*
I think physio’s supposed to hurt.. I’ve given up on mine – do as I say not as I do
* apart from the waistline which is still expanding.
I ate too much cake but I’m sure the ride would have burned it all off