After a week off the bike (two weeks ago), a week of just commuting (last week — though there’s really no just commuting during Bike to Work Week), and a Saturday of bike-nerdery (read: bike swap), I finally rejoined the Church of the Spoken Wheel for one of our regular Sunday rides.
It was my first road ride since I don’t know when, and definitely the first since I screwed up my Achilles tendon a while back. It was a hot and windy day here in the Midwest, but we still managed 16.0mph over 42 miles. And I did so without any pain or stiffness in my Achilles and calf.
Until I got home, that is. Everything felt fine and dandy during the ride, during my usual post-ride stick-massage, as well as for a couple of hours afterward.
Then I took a short nap and a stroll with the wife. By the time that was all over, the tendon was tight and somewhat inflamed. It still is today.
Damn, damn, and DAMN. Also, damn.
Good thing I didn’t cancel my PT appointment when things were feeling good last week.