On another note...

 I've cracked a rib. If my 13th rib wasn't floating before, it is now.

On this morning's ride, we had the option of taking a rough path around a locked gate, or going over the gate. Guess which one I chose...

Lifting the 17kg bike isn't the problem. Putting it down can be, as was the case today.

I hoisted it over my head easily, positioned it over the gate, and when I put it down didn't anticipate the gravitational pull quite as well as I should have.

As soon as the bike came level with my body, I realised too late that my ribcage was positioned over the top of the gate. As the bike came down, the gate pushed my rib up and I felt a slight, but firm, pressure and a jolt of pain. "Fuck", I thought. I knew what I'd done, because I'd done it on a Sea Rescue boat a few years ago.

It didn't feel too bad on the ride and I completed it without anyone even knowing that I'd done myself a nasty. Only when I got home and the body had cooled down a bit did I feel the need for an anti-inflammatory tablet.

I guess I'll be on those for a couple of days then. And try to not bend up and down too much, because that's when the rib says "Remember me, ya dumb fuck?"...

Look after yourselves out there, folks...