Today hurt.
Mentally.
Physically.
But more mentally
and physically will probably last through tomorrow when I'm laying in bed thinking about icing my knees or something.
Processing some of the bigger things that happened today are still ongoing, but to sum up. They hurt. They Suck. Karma, God, Flying Spaghetti Monster, whatever has a wicked sense of humor sometimes.
So with all that brewing, there was no way I was gonna SAG out today, but I sure did think about it a couple of times.
I mean it was HOT for one. 2011 summer drought hot. My ipod overheated hot. I'm pretty sure the hottest practice this season. Secondly, I didn't hydrate as I have in past weeks. I was going into this at a deficit, but determined to continue my no-SAG 2012.
So yea hills there were alot of them, otherwise I assume it'd be called Chappell Flat, and they sucked. I mean I know I've improved over the last season, because I wouldve died out there last year. Vultures would've been circling me the ENTIRE ride.
But alas despite the heat, my ipod dying, not being as hydrated as I needed to be and a few muscle cramps, coaches Tanya and Alan were able to distract me enough from riding so that first 60 miles weren't completely awful. The last five however, sprang up from the fiery depths of hell. Much like Athena sprang up from Zeus' head. Depths of hell yo.
I was gassed. Burned out. Done. At the point I'd already hit 171 on my heart rate monitor (supposed top limit for my age, 164) No longer had the ability to use my big chainring. Just thinking about how biking is stupid and evil. I was at the point of 100% mental, because I was beyond done physically.
It's at this point that I thought about two things:
1. My Grandma. Because that's why I'm doing this and fighting up a hill is nothing compared to cancer.
2. "It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything." -Tyler Durden, Fight Club
It's this point when you gotta dig deep, and just pedal to oblivion. And by oblivion I mean, my car and glorious A/C. And riding in to the awesome TNT team doesnt hurt either. They're super awesome.
Go Team.
And go Case Keenum and his NFL debut in a preseason game! Got to catch the end of that game. Go Coogs!
Mentally.
Physically.
But more mentally
and physically will probably last through tomorrow when I'm laying in bed thinking about icing my knees or something.
Processing some of the bigger things that happened today are still ongoing, but to sum up. They hurt. They Suck. Karma, God, Flying Spaghetti Monster, whatever has a wicked sense of humor sometimes.
So with all that brewing, there was no way I was gonna SAG out today, but I sure did think about it a couple of times.
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| Last hill in million degree hear. I swear drawn to scale. Horrendous. Clearly I'm not an artist. |
So yea hills there were alot of them, otherwise I assume it'd be called Chappell Flat, and they sucked. I mean I know I've improved over the last season, because I wouldve died out there last year. Vultures would've been circling me the ENTIRE ride.
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| Go Team! |
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| Athena from Xena: Warrior Princess. You need to be well versed in greek mythology to read my blog. | The more you know.. |
It's at this point that I thought about two things:
1. My Grandma. Because that's why I'm doing this and fighting up a hill is nothing compared to cancer.
2. "It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything." -Tyler Durden, Fight Club
It's this point when you gotta dig deep, and just pedal to oblivion. And by oblivion I mean, my car and glorious A/C. And riding in to the awesome TNT team doesnt hurt either. They're super awesome.
Go Team.
And go Case Keenum and his NFL debut in a preseason game! Got to catch the end of that game. Go Coogs!
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| Dear NFL Commentators. Yes his name is Casey. However he goes by Case. Stop calling him Casey, that's ignorant. |
