Yesterday my friend Marcee, a strong road rider and bike-shop guru, brought me some awesome carbon aero race wheels. She put the cassette from my bike onto the rear wheel, while I, the consummate prissy triathlete, merely watched while my good-luck manicure was drying. (Lord, I couldn’t even tell her if I had a nine-speed or a ten-speed. Bad.)
We were chatting while I sat on my stability ball. Then suddenly—wham!—I was on the floor. I fell off my freaking BALANCE BALL!!! And I’ve been in bad back pain ever since. I can ride, but I don’t know about running. Current plan is to take tomorrow as it comes. I want to do the ride, but I will DNF if my run feels painful. Ah, irony.