Yesterdday was another where things had to be planned around junior cricket and riding my bike. I parked up at the club and took the short river side route avoiding dogs, but mainly their mindless walkers.
I took leave for the evening to give me time to ride back so that I could manage master11’s cricket match. It rained and the match was cancelled before I was scheduled to leave work. Immediately I planned an extended ride back to the club to turn the 8km into something longer. I couldn’t decide on a route so went where the wheels would take me. There was a threat of showers but no more.
I headed towards the countryside and lost myself in my thoughts and the lush arable farmland. It wasn’t until I was 12km out, I realised that I shouldn’t be heading home (the direction that I was travelling in!). Should I continue on to home or double back to the club? The direction for either was roughly equidistant.
I opted for the club and I am glad that I did. For when I showered and headed out the door to take the pooch for her forest frolic, I noticed a sharp twinge in my groin. I didn’t ride to work today to rest it and imagine a ride to collect the van on the way to work to have injured it more.
When I got back home, I couldn’t resist a short frolic on the 29er around the forest. So far the groin has held up so maybe I should run some short errands over the weekend instead of a long one. But that’s for tomorrow. Right now I’m hoping that my need for fresh air and a pedal hasn’t made the situation worse.