I was up early today to make sure I’d be out the door in time to go on my regular pre-work ride and coffee with some local cyclists. (The ride was great, by the way. More than double the regular number of participants.)
As I tried to move from a semi-catatonic state to something a little more active I yawned and stretched. I stretched my arms up above my head and then …. zap.
Something in my head snapped. No really. It felt like a large jolt towards the left side of the back of my head. It wasn’t pleasant.
I headed straight out through the family room towards our bedroom. I figured that I’d collapse at any moment and that it’d probably be wise to let Pauline know what was going on.
I took a few more steps and upon realising I was still alive I decided not to wake Pauline after all.
So far I haven’t noticed any side effects. I had a good, solid ride to the city and then to work and everything seems fine. I’m glad that I seem to have all my faculties but I don’t think I’ll be stretching like that again any time soon.
