I'm having an existential crisis. I feel like Sharon the battered wife, who won't leave Darren, because deep down she knows that he loves her really. He just expresses his love in that unique Stella-fuelled way. She just needs him to reassure her of that before he goes down to the pub again
Thats the relationship my love of mountain biking is presently having with my knees. My knees, the left one in particular, have had a pretty bad paper round. Rugby injuries from my yoot, chucking motor bikes down the road…… shredded ligaments, smashed cartledges
I've noticed the last few years that when the nights draw in and the temperature dips, they ache like hell when I'm out on the bike. And I've just accepted that and got on with it. But they seem to be really suffering at the moment. I can feel my left knee stiffening up as I'm riding, and what starts as a dull ache ends up as genuine pain after about 10 miles. I've still been taking a load of Ibuprofen and just riding anyway. Yesterday, after being off the bike for a few weeks, to give them a break, I did the commute (12 miles, about 1000ft of climbing), and I had to pull up on a steep climb, and get the missus to come and get me. I was in agony!
Now I've read plenty of people of …. ahem… a 'certain age' moaning about their knees on here, so I'm looking for your experiences and advice. Am I hitting the point where I'm… while not neccessarily knocking the winter riding on the head, then reigning it in a bit? In the interests of longevity, and not doing myself permanent damage? Just ride shorter distances, limiting myself to quick blasts? Ride on my own, so I can dictate the (slow) pace? Just MTFU an stop bitching?
Reassure me with your words of wisdom, experience and advice oh wise ones. Or mercilessly mock me for being a fat, unhealthy old duffer who appears to falling apart…..