The words of my physiotherapist were ringing in my ears this morning, so I did my exercises litigiously. Her words of warning yesterday were unfounded - nothing hurt (no more than normal) so I headed outside. After all it was three whole degrees!
I did three laps of the park. The trees were having a bit of a laugh because as I rode under them they dumped the snowflakes they had saved from yesterday on top of me.
I carried on. It was cold but fun to be out - every time I go to Hyde Park I see something I haven't noticed before.
A post box! Royal Mail? I pootled down Rotten Row and headed to Kensington Palace Gardens and Millionaires Row. There are some big houses up there!
Just as I was minding my own business, I stood up on the pedals and there was a searing shot of pain through my right leg. Oh Yikes! This was followed by much swearing about ruddy physiotherapists!!
I sat down, pedalled gently around and about a bit and headed home via the chemist. Hip Flexor Stretches shortly so that I can kick ass the next time I see the ruddy physio!
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