I should have known it was going to be a rough day from the sec I woke up. First, I overslept. I don't even sleep so I'm not sure how I overslept, yet I did. So I got a late start and I text Christi, my biking buddy, that I was running about 15 minutes late. 15 minutes late turned into 40 when a massive sea of cars loaded with every bike you could imagine all wanted to exit at the same place. That was special. What a mess.
I illegally park in the grocery store parking lot...shhhh, don't tell...and quickly get my stuff all ready and within a few minutes, Christi and I are on the road rolling.
This was it, the day I've been
To say these bike events are pretty casual is an understatement. I thought maybe we'd have to go and at least sign in - in case we got lost or kidnapped or a deer ate us for breakfast. Nope, you just go. No one "official" really cares who you are and there's no chip timing piece to worry about. A very new world to me.
Start off to a gorgeous morning; the countryside here along this course reminds me a lot of when I was a kid growing up in Iowa with the rolling hills with a little morning dew lingering over the fields. I absolutely love it here....I used to live in this neck of the woods - in another life.
But today - I totally KILLED that hill and I was thrilled I was picking off riders and wasn't gaging on a lung doing so!!!!!!
Oh, if only things could last.
We went down a hill, back up a hill, down a hill, up a hill (now at the site of the infamous bloody knee fall from a few weeks ago. Oh memories..) and I was going back down a hill (see a pattern here? This course is hilly)....
|That'd be Christi in the yellow jacket, in front as usual :)|
Soooooo, a few guys riding the course stopped by and tried to offer their expertise .....
|That's my white, sick, bike :(|
We made it to mile 8.18.
Once we got back to the start. Christi took off so she could try to get in a ride with her friends back home and I walked my bike back to my car, threw it in the backseat, and high tailed it to the bike shop where I explained the entire situation to the bike mechanic. No, I did not fall (remarkable, I know!) and no, I did not take the chain off (how the heck do you do that?).
I will admit that I am not a huge fan of this bike shop, which will remain nameless for various reason, but this mechanic guy was so apologetic and full of empathy that by the 6th time he told me he was sorry, tears were starting to swell and I had to remove myself from the situation for awhile. He was genuinely sincere and everything I had just worked so hard for suddenly hit me that it was over and gone.
He worked on the bike for awhile and said he has no idea how it happened but he thought the chain was threaded through the derailleur incorrectly and it somehow managed to snapped a piece in the derailleur off. Amazing that I've put about 600 miles on that bike in the few weeks I've owned it and this little situation hadn't happened yet....but he put a new chain and derailleur on, free of charge, and tested it out for awhile to make sure it was shifting properly, apologized for the 7th time and told me if there were any further problems to contact him directly and gave me his card.
If there was happy part of this whole crappy day, it was the service, and compassion, by this maintenance guy. Those guys who stoppd to help me along the side of the road couldn't be any more genereous, and nice, too.
So my bike's in a little "time out" right how in the back of my car....I don't really care how hot it is in there, he's going to sit and think about what happened for awhile and when we can be friends again, I will pull him out and go for a ride. I lowered the widow a bit for him to get a little fresh garage air....I'm not THAT cruel.
Am I Bummed?
Sadly, yes. That's not easy to admit, it's just a bike ride. But I invested so much time, and a ridiculous amount of money getting ready for this thing, entering a world so far removed from my comfort zone; I trained my girl bits to death for heaven's sake - I was hoping to do well. And I love this course. This ride was something I could actually train for, while my heel was misbehaving - something to look forward to- something I missed in my world. Yes, I am sad I couldn't do it, even though I don't really enjoy cycling nearly as much as I do running (I'm hearing lots of *gasps* in blogland right now). Remarkably, I did not come home and eat an entire pint of Ben and Jerry's though. Huge pat on the back for that one....I am slowly climbing my sucky heel saga disposition out of the hole it's resided in all winter. Yay.
But that's life. I've been down this path a time or 30 in the past ...but this better be the last time, ever!! :). Somehow, I lived through all those disappointments and I suspect I will this one too. Besides, this chick sent me a really fun joke today - totally made me smile.
So, what to do next?
I have three choices and maybe you can help me. Okay, four choices....
1) There is a ride this coming weekend, The Denver Century. I could do the 62 miler, as was the scheduled mileage for broken derailleur day (how many times is one allowed to use the word "derailleur" in one post?). Or I could join up with Julie and do the full century in this race. This course has the 2000' Lookout Mountain hill climb Julie and I did a few weeks ago so it will be challenging, but really after that monster hill, it's just a few little blips here and there. Personally, I'm not overly excited about this course - it encases the Denver metro area and well, I'd rather look at nature than skyscrapers.
2) The following weekend is another ride, The Boulder Century, which features a century (duh) and a 75-miler. This would be more topographically appealing to me but it also scales up the entire side of one mountain and thus has about a 5000' climb in about 25 miles. One, solid, 25 mile climb. Doesn't that sound like a blast? I think I can do it, it just may take me 24 hours.
3) Forget about cramming in another so soon, let the dust settle, and attempt another later this summer. There's a couple on my radar and maybe Christi can join me again after her big half IM.
4) Come to the realization that I was not meant to do anything physical right now (heel, bike....) and therefore take up knitting like I've threatened to do in the past...and eat chocolate cake all day.
Hum....decisions, decisions. Thoughts are greatly appreciated.
On a positive note though, I ran 6.25 miles on Saturday at a whopping 10:14 overall pace. I KNOW!!! And not only that, the first half was at a 9:47 pace (opps) so even though this was a very gradual downhill, I was thrilled to say the least. The forefoot landing is improving daily and though it still doesn't feel "natural" to me, I am finding myself not forcing it so much either. This is just going to take a very long time, but I'm determined to land correctly and do what it takes to make sure this nightmare never returns, even it's it's all so very slow right now. I still have some heel pain, but for the most part it is manageable. And I am running. Thank God I don't have to put my heel in time out in the car tonight also!
One last thing to share....there's these awful fires going on in Arizona and New Mexico right now and the winds are blowing the particles smack into Colorado, which is irritating the hell out of my eyeballs, but man the evening skies here a gorgeous, vibrant orange:
|View down my street|
Happy running, and cycling, friends!!