Pedestrian Adventures

0 mi, 0 ft One month into hip pain, and both life and this blog are rather less biking-oriented than had been hoped for the glorious summer months.  The trochanteric bursitis of the previous post shows no sign of abatement, and may likely now be classed as "chronic" rather than "acute".  Let this be a lesson, dear reader, to never ride, squat, walk, stand, or indeed sleep with imperfect form. Physiotherapy appointment Number Two with delightful physiotherapist "B" took place a few days ago.  In the week and a half since the initial session, considerable effort had been engaged to rectify the posture that had elicited such horror during appointment Number One and is no doubt the root cause of the deleterious hip inflammation.  Extensive interwebs research yielded a self-diagnosis of "posterior pelvic tilt", the less common variant of poor posture relative to fashionable "anterior pelvic tilt".  There transpires to be a sizeable onl...

0 mi, 0 ft Following the Memorial Day Mt Hamilton extravaganza , some pain was experienced in the lower half.  This is a reasonably typical occurrence, having surmounted a veritable mountain under one's own propulsion.  Most of the pains evaporated over the ensuing days, with the exception of a particular niggle in the left hip.  Of course, bike commuting continued for the remainder of the week as it continued to be May, and thus points were accrued for the bike-to-work month challenge. The following week entailed international travel, and as such, an enforced week off the beloved bicycle.  Probably for the best as the hip was becoming increasingly painful.  A week off biking would undoubtedly permit adequate recovery.  But the week wore on, the pain increased, and the ibuprofen so foresightedly packed had to be rationed.  An online search yielded a great host of exercises for hip pain, which were obediently executed on the floors of various hotel...