I was warned. When I first started my lessons, people said this could happen. I got some good advice and I ignored it. Hah, I said. It won’t be that bad.
My good friend Lauren Baker said to take ibuprofen and do some stretching before my lessons and then have beer afterward. I followed some of that. I like how she says “beer” without the “a” in front of it.
When I rode Caspian for the first time, I felt it a little. Riding the big Percheron is like riding on the roof of a school bus. But it was tolerable and I functioned normally afterward. So my “Hah, It Won’t Be That Bad” approach seemed to work.
But now that Karin is teaching me to post, things have gotten serious. This has become more like an athletic event and I am sore and stiff in places that I don’t know the names of.
To me, the real mystery is the timing of the stiffness and soreness. I’m never sore right after riding. I take my lessons in the morning and then off to work I go, smelling like Karin’s horses, but walking normally. At least it seems normal to me.
And I’m never sore the day after a lesson. I don’t know why, but it always hits the day after the day after. Then it sticks around for several days.
I do okay, mind you. I can still ride a bike, but sometimes mounting takes multiple attempts. My right leg doesn’t always cooperate enough to clear the seat and I find myself doing that one-legged backwards hop, dragging the poor bike with me as I attempt to reestablish my balance. And as I limp around the workplace, moaning and groaning, I just hope it gets lost in all the moans and groans of whatever happens to be wrong with everybody else.
Right now what I need is some good advice on pre-riding stretching exercises. This time, I promise to listen. The less ambitious of my usual advisors just tell me to “go on-line”. I don’t want to go on-line. I get lost on-line, wandering to and fro across Cyberworld, so easily distracted. I fear that I will end up like the young lady in the car commercial who “really got aggressive” with her mountain biking parents regarding Facebook and having attained 614 friends/fellow inmates, declares: “This is living.”
I have a book (that’s ink and paper together) that suggests some exercises. I would like to share these with you next time. Meanwhile, I think it would be fun to hear how all of you deal with this issue.