To cycle is to suffer...
There are two types of suffering in my book: you’re either suffering at the front or suffering at the back. One is strangely enjoyable, the other is basically hell on two wheels.
Reading this week’s fitness feature got me to thinking about my worst moments of suffering. One of them involves rolling around on the ground in a pub car park. And this wasn’t on a Saturday night.
A tough race on a hot day had left me dehydrated, but I managed to get over the finish line with just a few twinges of cramp. Feeling smug that I’d dodged a bullet I rode back to the HQ desperate for a drink. A small rise in the road, and it was tiny, then caught me out.
First my right hamstring started to cramp, then my left. By the top of the little rise both had completely locked up. When I stood on the pedals to stretch them out my thigh muscles did the same. I ground to a halt and toppled off my bike, in to said car park, where I rolled around in agony.
A friend passing in their car thought I was in serious trouble. When they realised what was actually happening they too were rolling around on the floor. With laughter.