I'm getting grief about cycling at the moment. Had a day off Friday, so did 22 miles (the most I've done in one stint since an operation in October). It left me in agony all weekend, so I dosed up on pain killers.
Queue 'statements', I thought you were going to have a rest, you shouldn't be cycling that far yet (4 minths after a minor op), you won't let your son cycle in the ice - double standards (I have ice tyres
), you are impatient,
I feel like I come second to cycling yadda yadda.
Seriously hacked off with it at the minute, all because of a stupid operation, oh and getting knocked off 4 years ago - she still goes on about that.
I went out and did a steady 22 miles - it's not far, just over an hour just to see if I was OK - yes it hurt, but I got so much grief about it. Looks like she'll bite my head off if I do anymore than just ride to work and back at the moment !