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One week ago at nearly this exact moment I went down on the ice at CIRREM for the second time that day, culling the pain gods from their roosts (although maybe those were just some sort of regular bird) not-so-high above. Bruised ribs, knee, elbow, shoulder bruising, a little blood, and some dashed hopes all came crashing together as beard met ice and rock. Seven days in I have made little progress. My doctor gave me no physical restrictions, so I did a little riding to the tune of a whopping 25 easy going miles. Oddly, I hurt less when on the bike than when I am lying dormant on the couch…my ribs can hang freely without the pressure of rolling a heavy body from side to side. Sometime during the week I had a little sneezing fit and felt another “POP” in the old cage. I think that was Thursday morning? Hard to tell as I have been laid up on the couch with Netflix and my cat as my sole companions watching an almost seamless 24 hour a day lineup of bike and skate documentaries and wasn’t paying much attention to the time or day or really anything else.
All I could think about was the pain and TIV8
The Gents Race is coming up on April 7th, but it isn’t really much of a worry. The course is on the easy/forgiving side with no real climbing challenges, just some mild rollers here and there with a mostly flat gravel terrain. If the wind is kind this year (last year it was a little mean) and everyone on my team brings the right bike for the ride, we will be just fine. In fact, due to this injury, I may actually be the weak link this time around. I don’t like the thought of that, but it is a reality I may have to face when 4/7 rolls around. Guys, I will do my best to be in ready mode…
So back to the pain and the TIV8. The race “Meat Up” is in 55 days, with the start just a few short hours after that at 4 am. I effectively have about 50 days left to train if I heal up enough to climb hills by next Wednesday. I have been dreaming of this race for a few years, and not treating it with enough focus which is raising some pretty big doubts in my mind. It is a terrible feeling to be physically unable to train for something you are officially entered in, and something which requires some rigorous training. I now know, on a very small scale, how my good friend Steve felt when he had to spend time off the bike due to some nerve damage. This is really frustrating…even more frustrating is knowing that I usually write these posts as a ruse to get you folks reading to call me out for being a whiny pussy and tell me to just go ride my fucking bike….but I can’t ride, not until I heal up some more, so your “words of encouragement” will be falling on gimp ears.
So that’s what I have going on right now. Laid up in bed watching movies like “Ride The Divide” and wishing I could be out riding some kind of divide type thing.