Exposure

What did I say about things falling apart in my last post? Wednesday I had my first "cold" ride since returning from New Zealand. On a pre-dawn jaunt to Austinville in the Hinterland, the temperature dropped to 3 degrees C. The fact that I didn't find it particularly discomforting was probably testament to the fact that I dressed appropriately for it. I was actually glad to get that ride, largely because the 400km brevet I'm planning in July is likely to have temperatures of that level at some point (possibly colder).

Then on Wednesday evening, on a relatively flat and easy stretch of my ride home from work, with what passes for a "tailwind" in these parts no less, I felt a stabbing pain in one of my quads, and it stopped working. It's been sore for a couple of days, although it seems much better today. I'm expecting it to be right for Sunday's adventure in the Glasshouse Mountains north of Brisbane, but I'll wait and see on that one. From the information I've been able to glean so far, it may be a result of the lack of stretching that I do after rides. Perhaps some of my traffic light sprints could be a possible cause, although why it went where it did is beyond me.