I decided over the weekend that I am no longer going to concede my space, its my cycle path, your going in the wrong direction and your walking, move it! obviously this does not refer to dogs and horses cos them things still scare the bejezuz out of me, which in itself leads to moments of frozen cycling, with my eyes shut and fingers crossed. We even saw a runner have to jump over a dog on an extendable lead, and you should have seen the dirty look he got from the woman the other end of the elastic, stupid mare. All weekend I waited for a dog on elastic to cross my path, I wanted to see the effect of the dog going round and round my wheel whilst the elastic dragged the owner behind us. Unfortunately I was sorely disappointed, but when the ribs are strong enough I will get back in the saddle and try again. I did try a short cycle yesterday but christ was it hard work, I even went to the gym, half way through I had to remove my heart rate monitor and reduce the tension on the bike. The monitor felt like a concrete block had been placed on my back, and the bike tension created to much pressure through my legs and consequently up my back to my ribs.
Considering we initially thought I had stuffed my back again I have to say I'm quite happy to have cracked ribs, but I know before they are healed they are gonna drive me around the twist, on the plus side I get to eat Co-Codamol with gay abundance and speak shit when I take the full days quota, it's like being drunk without the hangover, speech slurred, brain ten paces behind mouth, and balance slightly adrift, rock on, "Im not drunk, I'm a little stoned" Gerard Way
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