After five inches of rain, the DC area was under a flood warning this morning. I expected that the Mount Vernon Trail would be submerged. It was, in places, but the water was never too deep for The Mule to wade on through. One thing that made it interesting was that the water wasn’t standing water; it was flowing away from the river. Dang.
There was an unfortunate complicating factor to my ride: my back was in spasm. So imagine Quasimodo on a bike with big red panniers on the back.
I know what you’re thinking: only an idiot would ride a bike to work along a river that was overflowing its banks while dealing with the pain of back spasms. I’m your dolt.
It was actually kind of fun. Except for the two times I dismounted along the way. Getting back on the bike hurt like hell.
Tomorrow morning I am going to see a physiatist. This sounds like a mental health professional but it’s actually a doctor who specializes in the treatment of chronic pain. I hope to convince the good doctor to fill a humongous syringe with cortisone and shoot my ass (actually my lower back) up.
A few more pix are over on my Flickr page.
A Few Spokes Shy of a Wheel 
I have a sports acupuncturist who just fixed my 6 month foot pain issue in one session. Let me know if you want his info.
Well, the conventional medicine route is going to take weeks, mostly because my schedule is a mess. I’ll keep your pin person in mind, though