As I climbed onto my bike for what felt like the millionth day straight I was depressed. Fed up of doing the same thing, but I need to keep moving despite what the doctor says. Like clockwork my shoulder began to ache after 25mins and I slumped into an even worse mood.
As I climbed out the saddle I’d had enough of the pain. But a thought flash through my head and the hairs stood up on my neck - I ran.
I ran, and I ran, and I ran until I couldn’t run any more.
Yet as I stood with my legs burning, almost as much as my lungs, I welcomed this pain back like an old friend. Man my doctor is going to be pissed, but you can’t wipe the smile of my face right now.