With still a long road of rehabilitation ahead, I headed to the pool for another hydrotherapy session. The more the better I guess in this situation. So the physio keeps telling me.
So after an hour of pool work, it was time to hit the showers and grab a coffee before continuing with the day.
Now I would like to take this opportunity for a huge call out to the low life who stole my new ASIC runners from the Croydon AquaHub while I was showering. He also took off with my water bottle. I should be thankful my wallet, phone and watch weren’t stolen.
The other sad part to this story is I then had to get home in a pair of thongs which use in the shower. Not a great look, but they did the job.
This was one guy who an opportunity and ran with it.
Hoping Karma bites him on the arse when he is out running in my shoes.
With all the things we do in our lives, we are bound to make a mistake or two. Or, sometimes a lot more. We can normally let some of our mistakes slide by, while with some others, we need to fess up and take responsibility for what we’ve done.
It’s not always easy to own up to what we have done, but sometimes it’s easier in the long run to dig deep and confess. Rather than keeping it all bottled up and waiting for it to explode deep inside of us, and tearing us apart.
One of the hardest things to do is to admit to a friend or a loved one you have made a mistake that can change everything you have.
The longer it takes to admit it to yourself, and then to others you have screwed up, the harder it will be to get over it and continue making amends.
Take the plunge and own up to your mistakes. It will change your life, And hopefully for the best.
There are times you just need to break out of your shell and do something you know isn’t always right. As was the case on my morning ride along the bay and up to Point Nepean.
The road stops about 3 kms short to the most westerly point on the Mornington peninsula and to some sights only seen by a getting there on foot or by shuttle bus. No bikes allowed! As if…
Well, today was the day I would finally see the sights it had offer. A few of the guys I ride with have been down there and recommended the short sharp ride for the views.
The very quick ride down was a little more painful than i anticipated as I mis judged a corner and ended up in a pile of soft sand. No damage to the bike and a cut and bloodied knee for my efforts.
Finally at the bottom, the views were incredible as was the atmosphere of just standing so close to the breaking waves and the feel of the light breeze in a place where I knew I shouldn’t be.
The ride back was harder than I expected, and by the time I reached the top, my legs were burning and felt every downward stroke of my pedals. But the pain was worth the view and the serenity.
Some rules are meant to be bent a little, and not broken.
AC/DC – Breaking the rules