WARNING - serious ranting ahead
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Well, last week was going SO well... lots of runs, dryland, even a ride to & from work, lots of painting of the house, and then Friday's run to work, something in my right calf went OW. I walked the last 2.5k to work and hobbled around the rest of the day, put some Voltaren on it, stretched it, it seemed OK walking. Took Sat off, was very lazy with P. Set up our tv on our deck so we could watch Olympics outside. Monday (15th) was my b-day, and I had asked P a week earlier to go for a nice easy b-day ride with me on the Sunday before my b-day, I was missing riding. So he said "can one or two from my club come too?" I said ok but remember easy, I don't have the fitness he & his club mates have. This was before I hurt my calf. So he sends me a route on Strava like this:
I also see where it's going - towards Cypress Mountain to "meet up with his buddies" who were doing a hill climb race that morning (the top of the bumps above is the base of Cypress Mt. and much of that climb is double-digit grade). So I tell him "um that's NOT what I had in mind" and we had a huge argument about it. It was - in my mind - the ride HE wanted to do - not the ride I wanted to do. So I told him "just go do YOUR ride and I go do mine and we'll call it good". He somehow convinces me to do the route anyways ("you're a stronger rider than you think"), which was my fault in retrospect, because come Sunday, there's 15 people and then 10 more post hill-climb, and I'm absolutely suffering on hills up to Cypress to the point where I have to WALK up the hills just so I don't make my calf any worse. I am miserable and nearly in tears. He comes riding down beside me, "how's it going?" and I tell him I'm right pissed at him, and this was EXACTLY what I knew was going to happen - his ride that HE wanted to do which didn't take into account what I wanted to do (or was capable of doing) - and it was not fun. I didn't want my first experience riding with his group - which we wants me to join and I'd love to - to be a shitty one. And it was. And I knew it was going to happen and I let it happen. I should have just f*cked off and done my own ride. So while I'm pissed at him, then he gets pissy at me and I just tell him "listen, how about you put yourself in my place for a minute - try to see it from my point of view - maybe just admit a little that this was not a good idea and that maybe you should have thought a bit more about what I was actually asking you for - a nice b-day ride with you." He got it at that point and apologized. We kissed and made up. yaddayadayadda.
However, here I am now with my calf taped up post-physio and I don't even think I'm going to be able to run in Berlin. It wasn't the ride that did it, it was the running, and I can't blame P or his route but it's just all came together at the wrong time and now I'm feeling crappy. The only consolation is that in-lining doesn't hurt. So I may be only doing the inline marathon at this point.
OK, rant off. Thanks for letting me vent.
This week:
- nothing but walking, physio, stretching.
AP
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"How bad could it be?" - SimpleS