My road bike when I first brought it home
Since the end of last week I have been cycling rather than running.
Not because it’s Tour de France time. Not because Matt tells me I’m too big to run and should switch to triathlons.
Because I’m stupid. Last Sunday night I was worn out from having run hard, stumbled around dormant volcanos, slept on a bed in Auvergne that gave me backaches, and eaten way too much. Besides, I had stubbed my toe badly enough to make it turn purple. But by Monday I was ready to go out for a 10-miler with 5 x 1600 m speedwork.
Monday morning after the first 1600 I did a slow 800 to let my heart rate go back down. Then I pushed into the second 1600. I was running funny on my right foot, the one with the stubbed toe.
After about 300 m I pulled a hamstring behind my right thigh. Had to stop running. Walking was okay. but all the rest of the week as soon as I started to run it hurt.
Like an idiot I nevertheless ran Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday to make sure the injury was not healing. Friday I switched over to cycling.
What I have seen with cycling is that I can do 2 hours in a stretch or 2 rides a day for a total of 2 hours without trouble. Seems like you would really have to overdo it on the bike to get injured. Unless you fall off.
Figments of a lack of imagination