Angels.. The Revenge
Mr Dog
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It had all been going so well. Last week I managed to bag most of my local climbs and the weather was great. One of my best weeks of cycling after a long lay off due to surgery.
On Sunday the clocks went forward and my eldest had birthday party. So I skipped the morning session and was happy to do the family thing.
When all was calm and the Dancing On Ice theme tune filled the lounge, I saw my opportunity and went for it. "Just popping on the turbo"... no answer.. great I'm in.
Angels was my choice as the lappy booted into life.
Well I must have been over doing it somewhat as the kids kept complaining they couldn't sleep for the 'aeroplane noise'. I repelled every attack with gusto.
After another sucessful mountain stage win I settled down with a beer and a slight twinge in my groin area. Bedtime came and went.
Next morning I awoke to the sensation of boiling water being poured down the front of my pj's. I quite simply could not move without yelling out in some strange tongue. AGONY was here for a visit. The kids came through looking rather disturbed even a little frightened. It was time to get a grip... of the headborad and try get out of bed to get the kids off to school. Just how I managed I still don't know.
My life had changed.. suddendly everyday tasks were a venture into 'the pain box' ..damn you Sufferfest. The stairs were now a mountain.. all fours are a must.
Next day the Mrs took pity on me and did the school run, its just a shame the same could not be said about my work colleagues who have suggested that in fact I was not the rider, but must have been ridden in some rough fashion. The kind lady on NHS24 has given great advice and I'm slowly getting better, but her 3 day recovery estimate was a little optimistic. Every night is a strruggle until I find that one pain free position...then its morning again and Mr Agony comes calling.Turtle/ back .....you get the idea..
So if you miss a session.. just let it go
On Sunday the clocks went forward and my eldest had birthday party. So I skipped the morning session and was happy to do the family thing.
When all was calm and the Dancing On Ice theme tune filled the lounge, I saw my opportunity and went for it. "Just popping on the turbo"... no answer.. great I'm in.
Angels was my choice as the lappy booted into life.
Well I must have been over doing it somewhat as the kids kept complaining they couldn't sleep for the 'aeroplane noise'. I repelled every attack with gusto.
After another sucessful mountain stage win I settled down with a beer and a slight twinge in my groin area. Bedtime came and went.
Next morning I awoke to the sensation of boiling water being poured down the front of my pj's. I quite simply could not move without yelling out in some strange tongue. AGONY was here for a visit. The kids came through looking rather disturbed even a little frightened. It was time to get a grip... of the headborad and try get out of bed to get the kids off to school. Just how I managed I still don't know.
My life had changed.. suddendly everyday tasks were a venture into 'the pain box' ..damn you Sufferfest. The stairs were now a mountain.. all fours are a must.
Next day the Mrs took pity on me and did the school run, its just a shame the same could not be said about my work colleagues who have suggested that in fact I was not the rider, but must have been ridden in some rough fashion. The kind lady on NHS24 has given great advice and I'm slowly getting better, but her 3 day recovery estimate was a little optimistic. Every night is a strruggle until I find that one pain free position...then its morning again and Mr Agony comes calling.Turtle/ back .....you get the idea..
So if you miss a session.. just let it go
Why tidy the house when you can clean your bike?
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There are folk on here with broken legs, hips, arms and collar bones and you write all that and all you did was pull a muscle?
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^^^^^^^^ He's saying..........................
"There's a shortage of perfect breasts in this world, t'would be a pity to damage yours."0 -
Until Monday I thought Voltarol was a character from Harry Potter. Thanks for your sympathy.. to make things worse the sun has started shinning again.. seems everyone is mocking me. Boo hoo. Why tidy the house when you can clean your bike?0
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Angels? I sincerely not that shyyyyyyyte by the fat lad from Stoke who can't dance?
R Williams in a postal sack being hit with pick axe handles - now that I'm lovin' instead......0 -
Yossie wrote:Angels? I sincerely not that shyyyyyyyte by the fat lad from Stoke who can't dance?
R Williams in a postal sack being hit with pick axe handles - now that I'm lovin' instead......
im sensing some latent agression there, would you like to discuss it.?Death or Glory- Just another Story0 -
Yossie wrote:Angels? I sincerely not that shyyyyyyyte by the fat lad from Stoke who can't dance?
R Williams in a postal sack being hit with pick axe handles - now that I'm lovin' instead......
The cut him all over with an open razor and pour vinegar on him.
OOps, did I type this out loud. :twisted:0 -
I would much rather an hour on the turbo to a sufferfest than listen to Robbie Williams, unless I was listening to him screaming due to being put through a wood pulper while fully conscious. There would be nothing left for dmclite to cut and pour vinegar on though. Sorry mate. :P0
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Stewie Griffin wrote:I would much rather an hour on the turbo to a sufferfest than listen to Robbie Williams, unless I was listening to him screaming due to being put through a wood pulper while fully conscious. There would be nothing left for dmclite to cut and pour vinegar on though. Sorry mate. :P
Wood chipper then. Mind they would be chunky chips.0
