Straight Talking

So, I’ve finally taken my shoulder to the physio and this afternoon – after she’d mildly electrocuted me and taped me up – the conversation came round to my posture. Having been raised by a physio I know all about the importance of sitting up straight and not hanging on the small muscles of my back, at least in theory. But in practice I have terrible posture, especially when I’m on my laptop, which is most of the time (and it’s even worse when I’m peering at my phone over the top of my glasses). So I cycled back home full of good intentions to sit properly at my desk, use a separate screen, and keep my shoulders back and my head up and a nice well-supported back.

Probably what the physio didn’t have in mind was that I should get home and discover that a tweet of mine had gotten a bit more attention than usual and I had several dozen replies to respond to, all of which garnered more replies and retweets and likes, and it was all very gratifying except that it meant I ended up spending the next hour hunched over my phone having a lively good-humoured multi-way conversation – yes really, on Twitter – about women in cycling. Because it turns out lots of women and not a few men have plenty of trenchant, funny and pertinent things to say about why women don’t cycle which has very little to do with lack of confidence and everything to do with the very real desire not to end up squashed under the wheels of a lorry. And while some folk have (civilly) disagreed, and a few have just blatantly missed the point, mostly what it’s done has introduced me to a whole load of opinionated and articulate cycling women on Twitter (and also kept me from scrolling through the Brexit – Trump – Arguing with Clueless Drivers carcrash that is my usual Twitter timeline).

So, while none of this is likely to have done my shoulder any good, it has done my morale a world of good and I’ll just have to remember to sit up straight* tomorrow in penance. And now that I’ve found a Twitter army of like-minded women to join forces with I feel that nothing can stop us now until we’ve built a New Holland for cycling in this country, and then gone on to dismantle the patriarchy by way of dessert.

* In truth, the best posture I’ve ever had was when I tried out a proper Dutch bike, which more or less forces you to sit like a retired ballerina with excellent self-esteem. Perhaps … N+1?

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2 Responses to Straight Talking

  1. Charles says:

    Where N is a variable which in this instance is equal to the number of bikes you already own. I used to have that problem with fishing rods but retirement has cured me….mind you I think gardening and cooking have taken over. In the spring things could change.

    Life is much better when you occasionally talk to or meet nice people. It is a very underestimated pleasure. Last week I fell asleep in the last, relaxing warm down of the yoga class and this week at the cinema I found I had left my phone on silent all week, having put it on silent for yoga. Top tip silent phone, calm if slightly surprised life.

  2. disgruntled says:

    My phone is always on silent. I consider the fact that people can use my camera to try and ring me to be a bug, not a feature.

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