Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition
Last week I was having a little grizzle/laugh on this very blog about my first fall off the bike in a couple of years. I had some interesting bruises, and was feeling a bit tender for a day or so.
I don’t know why the Spanish Inquisition felt it necessary to invent all sort of weird fetishistic torture devices; they could have just made all the non-Catholics lie on the ground and had someone repeatedly throw bikes at them. There are certainly enough random bits of pointy metal to make the whole thing extremely painful.
And then yesterday, exactly a week later, I fell again only this time WHILE WALKING. I tripped on some uneven ground alongside the farkin’ light rail construction going on all over Sydney at the moment. Expect #GetStuffedDunc to introduce mandatory helmet laws for all pedestrians STAT !
Several lovely passers-by rushed to pick me, my glasses and my phone (which I had not been reading) up. People enquired how far I had to walk, was I ok? People were, in short, simply wonderful as they often can be.
The construction crew standing a metre away laughed throughout and then ignored me as I limped away. Fuckers.
So to say that I feel a bit less-than-stellar with my several layers of bruising and muscle strain is a bit of an understatement. I was giving one particularly sore leg muscle a rub-down last night and discovered an odd thing.
What had always been a bit of a problem area for me, i.e. (to me) a too curvy hipline, was actually quite taut and muscled. I probed around a little more to discover that I was no longer a pale flabby office worker, but a pale, toned and muscly office worker!
I ride my bike primarily for fun, but hey, I’ve become fit without realising it!
Inevitable really, if you think about it.