The cadence sensor on my bike is not working. It’s all screwed up in general… it said that I rode nearly 11 miles when I know for a fact that it was only around 7; my RPM was 0 throughout those 11 miles, which is quite a mystery; and my calorie burn was also 0. I can do without the latter, but I need to know my RPM. I can deal with the erroneous distance, because I do have another bike computer on my front wheel, so I can rely on that odometer. But, I mean, really? I spend that much money on something and it doesn’t even last a month?! I’m pretty ticked off.
It’s kind of essential for me to get that issue sorted, because I need a fully functional bike for Sunday’s brick workout. I also need a chain, which I do not have, and for which I don’t feel like paying an arm and a leg… but I don’t think I have a choice. I’d borrow one for Sunday and order one online, but I don’t know anyone who has a spare chain, so I am just going to have to pay full retail. Ouch.
Speaking of legs… I went to PT last night. Go all the way up to 220V if you have to — I don’t care what it takes, I need my feet back in fully functional order! Oddly, he didn’t take me up on that offer. But I did say that if it felt tolerable, I’d go to the run this morning.
It was more of a rimp (run + limp) than a run… it took a while to get into a semi-normal gait. It actually hurt more when I walked than when I ran, which is odd. But I cut out early. I hate the hill repeats, but since those came first, I got to do that, which slows down my overall pace in general, which is annoying… and then I decided not to push my luck and headed home so that I could ice it properly.
I was pretty pleased that I wasn’t in total agony. But it really hurt to take off my shoe. It’s okay with it on, it’s okay with it off… but the in-between stage is not fun.
My acupuncturist pointed out to me that there is a bruise on my ankle. That’s kind of weird, since I hadn’t noticed it and I can’t imagine what caused it!! I wish I could just have bionic body parts, or something.
I guess I’m not rambling in chronological order, but my mom paid me a visit at work yesterday. She took me out to lunch. There is only one place around here where I can actually eat, and it kind of sucks. I got a totally unremarkable and overpriced salad, but she insisted. Even though all I really wanted was this.
Frozen yogurt! Why is it that when I ask for chocolate / vanilla, they never have it, but when my mom asks for it, they suddenly do have it?? (We switched… she ended up with my vanilla.)
Oh, yes, since I’m a cereal monster these days…
You don’t even want to know how long I’ve had a box of sun-dried tomato tortellini in my freezer. I’m guessing it’s nearly two years… and it’s high time that I get rid of it.
With spinach and pasta sauce.
Can you tell that I’m the only person in this house who will eat spinach?!
…And after I ranted and raved about my lack of a chain and my malfunctioning cadence sensor, I decided to go to my neighborhood bike shop before they closed for the night and see if I could buy a lock there… because I don’t want to have to carry a million-ton chain on my bike tomorrow.
I ended up getting this one (for a lot more money, mind you) instead of a Kryptonite like I really wanted. I also got roughly a dozen mosquito bites on my legs. But I did have my cadence sensor adjusted, so it seems to be working again.
And now that that’s settled, I need a bed, a book, and a bath. Not necessarily in that order.
“Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”