NO LOVE HANDLES ALLOWED!

'It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.' Theodore Roosevelt 23 April 1910

Sunday, 19 September 2010

Why now?

This morning I was up reasonably early to take our dog, Bandit, for his morning walk before heading out for a planned 3-hour ride. I met a fellow dog walker who was out walking his 2 dogs, one a lovely 10-week old whippet. I've met these a few times and my dog, a lurcher, enjoys playing with the whippet, which is unusual as he normally ignores puppies. But he seems to really enjoy playing with this one, and this was my undoing! Whilst running along Bandit had to take avoiding action so he did not trample on the whippet, and in doing so crashed into me; his shoulder hitting my calf. The pain was immediate and intense. Although I managed to stay upright walking was extremely painful. I managed to get home and after laying down for a bit I had a soak in the bath; the bike ride long forgotten. I went for another walk this afternoon that eased the muscle a bit but once home it soon stiffened up again. I'm hoping that I will wake tomorrow and all will be well.

2 weeks to Barcelona; I really don't need this. :-(

1 comment:

Cavegirl said...

Don't worry, you have a runner who hasn't for months! At least you've been riding your bike recently LOL!