Throughout the latter half of this week – mainly since Thursday – I’ve been feeling sore in my right knee. I’m not sure if this was damage done during last Sunday’s long ride, or maybe the way I’ve been sitting (cross legged) during the working day. Whatever, I’ve not wanted to put undue pressure on it.
Anyway, having had so many days off the bike as of late, I’ve kinda been climbing the walls. Mentally, at least. After all, climbing would be a physical exertion and I’m trying not to do any of that whilst my body recovers.
But still, I couldn’t handle yet another day inside. What harm could an hour or so do? Well, probably more harm than good. But I still went out anyway.
I tried to keep well under anything close to threshold, and indeed, I don’t actually think I broke a sweat. I certainly don’t recall being out of breath or even heavy breathing during any part of this ride. It was, just, you know… nice?
Should I have stayed out for only 30 minutes instead of 50? Probably.
Should I have done this ride indoors, on the turbo, on a recovery program using ERG mode for keeping myself sensible? Almost definitely.
Do I regret anything? Well, maybe… I’ll be better placed to answer that tomorrow, I should imagine. Have to see how I feel over night.
Truthfully I’m just sick of being inactive. I feel like I’m losing my fitness, which is probably nonsense. I’m sure it takes more than a few days off to lose a couple of years worth of life changing exercise… but still, all part of the mental game, right?
Anyway, I guess I’ll go watch England now and try and keep my mind off my knee.
