Well, what does one say. Almost 6 weeks to the day when I ran my bike into a heathen creature of the woods. And in the interim I was the victim of Indentity theft, but that's another story. Let's just stick to the topic at hand.
Its been a long road to ruin and my first race back is Sunday at CRCA's FBF TT. I've been training for a whopping two weeks now with as much structure as I was able to muster. Running has been uber painful my first two attempts, the first lasting 2 minutes before I limped home and the second 6.5 before throwing in the towel. So I guess its getting better.
As it turns out what happened as close as Me and the Doc can make out is that when I hit the Demon Bambi of Tiorati Street I slid into him sideways flipping over him laterally. My left cleat unclipped with no problem while my right did not disengage until the cleat itself snapped in two. In the interim I strained and pulled my Adductor and other various groups in the upper thigh as well as strained the knee.
I was on a cane for several days the first week and hobbling for weeks after. My first ride back a couple weeks ago while on vacation was slow and measured. Painful at first then uncomfortable and finally relatively painfree but exhausting. Oddest and most unsettling of all was how foreign my bike felt to me for the first 5 miles or so.
Like most of you my bike/s are an extension of myself, a part of me like my arm or leg. This feeling of disassociation really creeped me out. Then of course there was having to deal with freaking out every time I heard an animal thrash through the brush....
I finally got out last week for a 50 miler to Bear Mountain getting in some hills and not feeling completely dead afterwards and following that up with a 50 miler to the GW bridge on Memorial day. I felt okay but could not sustain any kind of power for long and my lungs were just shot.
At one point a train of Organic Athlete riders passed by and signalled for me to hop on their wheel and I couldn't stay glued for more than a minute... That depressed the hell outta me.
I've done a couple good threshold workouts since then and while my Vo2 is well below my max I'm on the mend. I can definitely NOT hold out in a pack race but I'm feeling well enough to at least hold my own in a TT. Besides I'm jonesing to try out my spiffy new skinsuit. Of course I'll look like a beached whale unless I lose all of the NINE POUNDS I PUT ON!!!!!!!!!!!!
Been a tough month+ and one I am so so glad to be on the other side of it. So its back on the long road to ruin with training. I have Sunday's TT and then I'll be going easy as I need to protect my August as I have Silvermine, Timberman Tri in New Hampshire and Westpoint Tri the week after that...
I did a w/u today followed by a 12 mile TT in full Skinsuit. Maintained 20mph despite some pain so I hope I'm good to go for Sunday. Looks like I'm back on that:
Long Road To Ruin... (Foo Fighters)
Be careful out there...
Eric J
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