55 Days…Can I Get A Ribness?

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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.

CNB

80 Days and THIS Is My Fortune

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There are two 40’s left until TIV8 kicks off, which means that there has been a solid 60 of me “preparing” and whining about things.  Yesterday I broke the noose…um…news that now my bike choice is in question, a sure sign of bush league struggle.  This weekend I am participating in a ten mile trail run race, another sign of sub-healthy thinking.  So today (I actually got this last week,but it resurfcaced today) I come across this fortune. 

“Work on improving your execise routine”

Sage advice passed down from a cookie received at the end of a Chinese Buffet feast.  Thanks, cookie, I will work on that. 

Cnb

92 Days…Gravel Insomnia

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92 days from now, at this very hour, I will be lying awake in my hotel room in Grinnel, IA waiting for the clock to strike 1 a.m.  My alarm will not be going off until 2 a.m., but I am 100% certain that the excitement of being mere hours from the 4 a.m. roll-out of Trans Iowa V8 will be running so high that any hope of sleep between the Friday night meet up and whenever I finally stop for a patented Power Hour nap somewhere past Checkpoint 2 is non-existent.  My T.I.V8 travel partner/pep squad/rescue unit will be up along side me, and most likely counting down the minutes until they can return to the room and finally get some rest. 

How can I be certain?  Because it has already been happening, it’s happening right now.  I am laying here writing about it counting down the minutes until I start tonight’s overnight training ride attempt (attempt because I have been sick all week, not sure if I will make it far) at 1:30 a.m.

I have to go suit up now, everyone else get some sleep. 

100 Days…

The Trans Iowa race is officially 100 days away, and I am seeing some holes in my preparations. It is going to take some serious work to pull this off, and I am not proud of the way I am handling something that has been a dream/goal for so long.

When I toe the line on April 28th I vow to be ready, but the next 100 days are going to be brutal!  Wow, that just made me smile. 

Thnk you for letting my whine breathe, I think I will drink it down and get out in the balmy 5 degree weather.

Sam

I Am Really Doing This? I Am Really Doing This.

I got in.  I am officially on the roster for the Trans Iowa V8, a 300+ mile gravel race which starts in Grinell, Iowa on April 28, 2012.  This is an exciting development as I have been talking about this monster for a few years, but never put my postcard where my mouth is and stepped up to the plate.  That has all changed.

Back a few months ago when I was still in the beloved Pink House and had just become its sole occupant I decided to make some changes, start a new blog (as if I need another), and begin training for TIV8 with hopes of losing some weight and gaining some more legs.  Yeah, that didn’t happen.  It seems that my goals were about as lost as Doug in The Hangover.  I just looked at the “other blog” and noticed that it had been almost two months since its waters were last piddled in, weighed myself and saw that I am still at my record-breaking weight, and tried to recall if I had done any “training” since my move into town…other than drunkenly pedal my ass up MacRae park hill for pass-out time.  Nope.  Life has not been conducive to taking care of myself, but that’s all right.  There is always a time for beggining, and a beggining is a delicate thing.

Random skipping around point:  here is a trailer for an upcoming documentary about the Trans Iowa race filmed during V7 in April of 2011.  This will give you an idea of what the race is all about (hint:hills, mud, gravel, hills, hills).

So I killed off the “other blog” today and will be tracking my progress here (at this point “tracking my progress”=whining about how I am failing at my goal)

Here is the last post from the dead blog for you enjoyment:

Well, the two people out there who may pass through here for whatever reason, I am officially on the Trans Iowa V8 roster, #50 out of 100.  Smack dab in the creamy center.  I had some great intentions with starting this blog, but I think that I will move this to my original/actual cycling blog location, CyclistNotBiker.  I will talk less about diet and specifics of my fatness reduction and more about riding, but who really gives a fuck anyway?  The important part is that this training-ish thing gets documented and that I am making good on my promise to myself to take this event seriously.  I am also trying to make up for a piss poor year of blogging, and starting a new blog when I already am responsible for so many, a few of which really never get any attention.  That’s right, 2012…you are hearing what the beginning of every year human kind has occupied the planet.  You are currently “next year” and “next year” is always the year everyone is going to make things happen.  At least it’s good for a laugh when looking back.

It’s been a very strange year, this 2011.  Looking to the future for peace, answers, and stability (and back to some serious saddle time) is definitely a symptom of the human condition.  I, for one, will work hard at bettering mine: Mentally, Physically, Emotionally, to live a more peaceful, fulfilling live surrounded by family, friends, a shit ton of gravel, and a few less snacks.

Here’s to the future, only 136 days left until the “Meat Up” in Grinell, Iowa.

Yes, here’s to the future…only 136 days left until TIV8 kicks off.

CNB