Monday, August 14, 2006
just the beginning
Two weeks after I busted my elbow (riding single trails in black diamond with Hart) I finally am back for training. My doctor said “8 weeks until you can bike again.” What's six more weeks? As D was putting bikes on, I came downstairs, I wrapped my arm in several towels, bandage, tape and an arm warmer on top.He was like "what the hell is that?" I was like "elbow padding?" He found no amusement NOR –damn this is girl is tough…Instead he made me stop at big five and buy real elbow pads. so I bought a soft volley ball elbow pad and then hard skateboard elbows pads that I put on top. This was all in case I fell, and I did have a plan B - if I fell to use my head to break the fall. We rode iron horse trail. Total 16 miles and it was an hour and forty five minute ride. I thought D would have some words to keep me from biking but all he said was "Don't go slow." I had an easier time clipping in out then before. I’m so clickity clickity. On this ride I wasn't being dangerous or reckless... My arm feels great except a few movements are hard to do.
Side Note -I no longer feel bad about the break. There was NOTHING one could do. It wasn't even like I didn't know how to click out, I didn't even know I was falling. What I do know is I can't balance a bike at zero miles per hours.
Back to the ride -Up hill (it was only a 2.5 percent incline) we were averaging 8 or 9 miles an hour. Down, I used the hardest gears and we never coasted, so it was a good work out. Downhill 16-19 miles an hour... No fear for a girl that has *BE (and I’m not sure that is fast)
*Broken Elbow. –ha!
It rocked. I'm back (well I was only out for two weeks, can I hardly ever say I was gone? Or have I ever really been in?)
I have The Beast race 4 with D and RVG. I have 24 hour bike in Moab (same place where RVG almost died from heat stroke at the Primal Quest). They took my cast off now (did you know that?) I have this unrealistic expectation (or WANT) to do things.
Today Aug 9th -I left out lots of training since last entry (two).
I Rode with D 24 miles. Hard gears. Legs were wobbly wobbly wobbly. D likes to grind the quads. I am missing quads.
August 12th. Ran the 13 mile Cougar MT Series. Steep tough climbs! At the nine mile aid and food station I seriously stopped 10-15 minutes. There was so much food. I think their goal was to grab it and go. I couldn’t stop eating. I felt like it was the end of the race.. . I am pissed (where was RVG my TA ANGEL). Immediately after the station I fell on my arm, mile 9 – it didn’t help I still had food in both hands and my gut was full and my body was zombie-like from the food intake. My knee was in so much pain the last four miles. I dragged my leg and arm out of the trails like a character from a Tennessee Williams play. When I would scrape too much dirt I would lift my leg and start a fresh.
The uphill climbs were gnarly (as well as my time 3:37 minutes). Down hill was like cliffs and my knee hated me. When I finished I had a tall bud-lite and waited for my friend Joanna. They almost took out search and rescue team for her but instead sent out five sweepers. All the finishing stuff was gone and I made a make shift finish line with long pink ribbon to run across. Easily breakable -the same material the police tape ribbon/tape is made "DO NOT CROSS POLICE" And we all know how easy that is to break… She was so weak (after a 6 hour time) that the ribbon tape was stretching to this triangle shape not break and I already double checked for any give. I'm like, "use oomph. Strength! Run. It’s your finish line". She looked like she could use the thin tape as a hammock. Oomph was not much option.I yelled again much louder, "you finished! Use Strength" and she plunged through. I had water, bagels, hat, socks all given to previous timed finishers that I asked for before the sponsors packed it up.
Today August 12th
I went for a bike ride with D for 8 miles at Tolt McDonald. Despite what seemed like small distance (8 Miles) it was tough. The climb was brutal. I fell again… what the hek? This time I rolled like a beetle bug on to my back. It was a great tuck and roll –I must say, but my bike stayed on its side and didn't go on top of me pinning my leg. I whimpered loudly. Louder! Finally Dan came to get me out. Damn I'm sore. Mentally I feel GREAT.
I am at 3 percent where I want to be. By end September I promise to be at a solid 10. It’s going to keep on rising. I will be unstoppable!