The pedal home last night was going swimmingly, I was panting my way over Frankley Beeches into a bloody great head wind, which is always nice, when I felt a twinge in my right achillies tendon. Not a problem I figured, just crack on. I got home and to be honest forgot about it, but as the evening wore on my ankle got more and more painful. A good nights rest will sort it out, it always does I thought.
It always doesn’t. I couldn’t walk properly on it this morning and as the cliche goes I now walk with a bit of limp and have had to drive into work. I am a bit worried, as this time last year I was immobilsed for 3 months after snapping the tendons through rugby. In plaster, on crutches, the whole nine yards.
I’m hoping it’s just a bit of a twinge that’ll right itself with a days rest. I can’t be not pedalling, my weight will just increase.
Onto more positive stuff, Matt the editor at What Mountain Bike sent me a couple of the latest issues of the Magazine with the article that I’m featured in. Joolze does take a nice picture! My hills are looking great in the shot they used. Pity there’s a fat bloke blocking most of the view though!