Julia and I did another one of our marathon bike rides this morning, getting in 30 miles or so on a glorious day. The sun shone brightly, the shade was cool and lush, and the breeze wafted the scent of honeysuckle through the 70-degree air. It was a gorgeous way to spend several hours.

Unfortunately, my right knee does not seem to agree with my assessment. It is under the impression that we had a Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. It has decided it does not like long bike rides. Actually, at the moment, it doesn’t like much of anything.

Rudi suspects my problem is Illiotibial Band Syndrome (ITBS), which is common for people who bike and run. It’s a sign of not keeping my toes and knees in alignment when I bike and of weak hip muscles, so I will have to work on both of those things (and buy something called a foam roller to loosen the tissue).

In the meantime, I’m going to go take some more ibuprofen and curl up with my ice pack.