A lot of times I fail at things, we all do, but this time I really ate it. I’ve never mentioned on the BLOG that this is also a PODCAST. That’s right, you can tune your eyes to a totally different whatever and listen to all the nonsense you would normally be reading, albeit without the editing and restraint. It gets a little NSFW here and there.
This past week I participated in the 24 Hours Of Cumming race starting at the Cumming Tap (birthplace of Tacopocalypse) in beautiful Cumming, Iowa and invading the surrounding counties. It was a dusty day of Two-Person 400k Relay, of which I will recount in a written race report, and the night before my illustrious 24HOC team mate, Guitar Ted of RidingGravel.com and Trans Iowa, sat down in the studio to talk a bit about what we were about to do, the future of gravel, and some deep thoughts on Trans Iowa. You can hear all of this and the rest of our discussion here at the Cyclist Not Biker Podcast site, along with the first four episodes.
I sincerely hope you enjoy the CNB Podcast, it’s to be a supplement to the writings here. I’ve been a bit busy actually riding bikes this year and haven’t taken the time out to really click away at posts. Problems you want to have, I suppose…
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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.
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.
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.