June 15, 2010
So, I am out of the Livestrong Ride this Saturday due to a busted up thump and hand. I feel on my left thumb/hand when I said hello to that blackberry bush during the Ski to Sea race on 5/30. It swelled all up and hurt bad for quite a while. Just as it was starting to get better, I tripped and fell on it again this Saturday (wine might have been involved). Now it is back to being swollen with a bit of blue for color. Went to the doctor, and the good news is I didn’t break anything in there. The bad news is – it is a tendon injury and I need to keep weight off of it for three weeks. I am not even supposed to open a jar. Great. It finally got sunny and I have to go back to a stationary bike for a few weeks.
I might try my sit upright commuter bike with the really good disc brakes (so I only need to use one) to commute to work. But sustained rides are out for a bit. It is a bummer. At least I helped raise a wee bit of money to fight cancer, which was the whole point anyways.
So, I will set my sights on the Tour de Whatcom. I did the 25 miles distance last year with my 8 year old son. He did the whole thing on a mountain bike! He wants to do it again this year. We bought him a 24″ wheel road bike last summer (old steel peugeot ) and he is looking forward to riding that this year. He wants to do the 50 – but not sure he’d finish it. Maybe next year!
I am also going to think about the Chuckanut Century, maybe try to do at least the 50. We shall see.
In the meantime, once the thumb heals up, I am going to start training here (but ummm, much much sloowwweerrr…)!
June 9, 2010
On May 30th I did the Ski to Sea Race in Bellingham, WA. A total of 464 teams of 8 people (Thats just over 3,700 folks!) participated in the event. Racers ranged from everday basically out of shape people (like me) to former Olympians!
It was alot of fun. It was also a good amount harder than I expected it to be. It has been raining non-stop in Bellingham (WA) for weeks now (usually we have dry weather by now). So, the mountain bike leg (which is really a cross-country course with some urban assault sections) was transformed into a “14 miles long mud wresting pit,” as one friend and fellow racer called it. I had not trained as much as I would have liked (ah, the joys of working for a living) and my leg strength was just was not up to the task of slogging through all that mud with any speed whatsoever. But, I finished, I had some good laughs, and I wasn’t last. I finished about 390 out of 464. Oh, and I fell off my bike onto the only blackberry bush they had not cleared from the course. Falling into the bush wasn’t so bad, but ripping myself out was not alot of fun.
I really had to push myself in a couple of sections, and even though I was much slower than I would have liked to have been – I didn’t quit. Although when I passed a bar about 1/2 way into the race I was very tempted to just pull over and go have a beer and watch everyone else slog by!
Below is the only picture of me on the course – coming into the finish line. I am the tired looking one behind the guy handing off the timing chip with “419” on his bike.
I will do it again next year, but I am going to have to get in better shape by then. I have about a year. I better start now.