It was only about six kilometers in total, and my back wasn't hurting after I unloaded my groceries. And stormdog routinely travels much greater distances. So, I biked to the Real Canadian Superstore, taking the long way along a bike path running through the park next to the Don River. That brought the round-trip distance to six more kilometers (instead of the three it would normally take), but it was a beautiful day for a ride in the park. I took a fork with me, and picked up some potato salad, cole slaw, and tortillas at the store. On the way back, I stopped by the Don River, sat on a rock, and had a picnic.
It was very peaceful and relaxing, sitting next to the water. The sun had come back after a brief shower, and the water was rushing and making peaceful gushing and gurgling noises.
After eating, I started to get up off the rock, and nearly passed out. My back had seized up. Eventually I was able to get my food containers back into my bike panniers, nearly crying every time I bent over. By grabbing onto my knee, I was able to pull my foot over the bike crossbar and get on. I managed to coast and pedal most of the way home through the park, until just before the last big hill. Then I steered off the path, and flopped down flat on my back, whimpering.
At least I had a good spot to collapse. The grass was dry, I was shaded by trees, and leafy branches framed a patch of beautiful blue sky with wispy clouds.
I couldn't move my head without pain, so I stared at the clouds for nearly an hour. I haven't done that in years. They didn't form any patterns that I could recognize, though.
The leaves on the trees in my line of sight were really chewed up by insects.
And ... there's only so much staring at the sky I can do before boredom makes me bear the pain of getting up.
Leaning on my bike, I was able to wobble up the hill to home. A hot shower helped somewhat, and now I am lying flat on my back, keeping very still, hurting so much.