This is the sad tale of how I was walking down the stairs at home 12 days ago, and slipped, and twisted my knee. And then thought that it maybe wasn’t so bad, so went for a ride. And realised it was a bit bad, so decided to rest it for a few days.
The next morning I had no car though, and had to bike the boy up the hill to his dayhome though. Maybe it would be ok? It was not ok, and after that I was limping quite a lot, and in enough pain that it was hard to sleep.
So I went to physio, and rested… and then six days later, I’d had a few days of no limping or pain, just a lingering discomfort and sensitivity. So I tried a gentle test ride. Conclusion: it didn’t feel strong, but did seem to be getting better. The next morning it didn’t feel any worse.
And so I rode again that evening. But this time I did a lot of knee twisting (practising cornering). I realised the next day what a bad idea that had been, realised that I had made an MCL sprain worse, cursed a lot, took a lot of painkillers, and limped around awkwardly.
Now it’s 12 days after the initial knee twist. My limp has nearly cleared up again. But I’m not sure if I’ll be able to ride the Tour Divide or not. If my knee isn’t 100% it would be stupid to try. And so I’m making contingency plans. And also, spending a lot of time lazing around in the sun, finding my old hammock, playing at the lake, planting new plants, and tidying the house. Because I’m not great at actually resting.