Robots are cool

I’ve just had a great weekend, but it did leave me wondering exactly how much I should be doing with regards to my back. Friday saw me go climbing at North Berwick, but it’s OK – I was on a top rope. Saturday I went mountain biking, but it’s OK – I could have gone faster. I went Surfing on Sunday, but it’s OK – the waves weren’t that big. Hmm.

It’s now becoming harder to see where to draw the line. In fact, the line appears to be moving around at a fair rate. Is top-roping an ‘impact sport’? My easy fireroad ride quickly turned into a not-all-that-slow technical singletrack affair, what does that mean? And surfing, I know it’s in the water, but it’s not really like swimming, is it? But, despite doing more and more, and despite some pretty kick ass wind recently, I haven’t been tempted to start kiting again. Something’s just telling me not to. So far everything is all good, or as good as can be expected, but kiting just seems that little bit different to other sports to me. It’s not just that you need to use a harness and that your back gets jerked quite hard – Stuart and I have commented before that when something goes wrong and you lose control there is this extra, unpredictable element which can put you in the shit. Kites are dangerous toys that need to be respected and I’m perfectly happy to give myself some more time before I get involved with them again. For everything else, I’m just going to take it as it comes. I’ve been pretty sensible so far and I’m not wanting to mess things up now.

Anyway, it was a brilliant weekend – I climbed a technical F6C+ route I’d never tried before with Mike, Dave and I went for the best mountain bike ride I’ve done for years and surfing is starting to click (albeit slowly). I love sport.