You can imagine how I feel... All bumped out. I have this stupid flu symptoms. Today Saturday I rode for 3 hours, good deal many of you may think. Am I happy about it... Not really. I began my ride very stressed out because my GF's drama. Her first winter training with me no wonder she fails to understand what entails is to ride base mileage. I wish not to elaborate any further... Only I gotta say is that drama before going to bed, during the night, and plenty to chose from right before my bike ride is worst than having two flat tires in a race. So much stressed led to headache, lower back pain, and nervousness. She doesn't know any better -right? Thank goodness I wasn't racing or riding the Tour of Colorado—I would have crashed on the first mile. Yes, I had to be a jerk, boss her around ala Lance Armstrong to get her going to her house where she rightfully belongs!
I rode for 3 hours, good deal many of you may think. Am I happy about it... Not really. I began my ride very stressed out because my GF's drama. Her first winter training with me no wonder she fails to understand what entails is to ride base mileage. I wish not to elaborate any further... Only I gotta say is that drama before going to bed, during the night, and plenty to chose from right before my bike ride is worst than having two flat tires in a race. So much stressed led to headache, lower back pain, and nervousness. She doesn't know any better -right? Thank goodness I wasn't racing or riding the Tour of Colorado—I would have crashed on the first mile. Yes, I had to be a jerk, boss her around ala Lance Armstrong to get her going to her house where she rightfully belongs!
I took the Cervelo R3 SL and less than a mile into my training ride, I almost had a head collision with a Cadillac Escalator. Totally my fault. Not paying attention. Dwelling on GF's words. Not surprised I lost my nerve. For an hour or so, I pedaled the bike slowly with no motive. My eagerness was lost; I wanted to go back home, but I kept going like if I was on automatic mode. Surprisingly second hour went fine; I had good sensations and somewhat of desire to keep pedaling. My lower back pain was gone and only a small headache was left. I thought I could reach a milestone: complete a four hours ride. “Why not?” -I thought. Legs were strong, will had desired, got plenty of food and water. Such the ingratitude of life is! Five minutes later my son called, he asked me where I was, wanted to be picked up, mom was heading to work, and so... “Well, it wasn't my morning” -I thought witch such regret and I headed back.
Yes, I did rode Friday for 2:15 minutes. I had a sole-Core gym session in the morning, but I couldn't return to the gym at night. I felt tired throughout the day, and on top my GF showed up at 5 PM sharp like all Fridays. God bless the routine and the people that make it possible! She was all dressed up, high heels and new haircut. “I'm very hungry” she said. “Hmm, she is hungry and I just ate... Good by Gym!” I thought. Since I have an open agenda, we ended up talking where to go eat. Wonderful choice of mine... We ended up eating Spanish tapas. Food was so good that I ended up pigging-out in style. Three hours later back at home: indigestion and drama. GF go all psycho. It was my fault, but she is like that when she gets drunk. End of story: can be read at the beginning of this blog story.
The real story today wasn't all the stress I endure prior my bike ride but the appearance of the flu. My son brought his bug from school into my home. Spraying Lysol every other hour hasn't been enough. Taking old prescription drugs has probe to be insufficient. In another fail attempt, I cleaned the bathroom, kitchen, and rooms, but the flu bug is still inside my throat. No PM Gym on Saturday, why push it? And about tomorrow ride and gym... Well, it's up in the air sincerely.
On Monday as I mentioned before, I paid a visit to Doctor Brown who is my official chiropractor, physical therapist, and soul adviser. He has been my doctor since 2006 when I was returning to road cycling after five years absence from the sport because my piriformis syndrome. He along other three individuals played a supporting role on me gaining confidence as an athlete and learning how to handle my chronic injury. My hip pain never went away, I stopped relying on western medicine and flushed all the pain killers and muscle relaxants on the toilet. I did learned how to manage my injury and pain. The physical therapy and back alignment Doctor Brown gives me helps on the long run, but in short typically lefts me sore and hurting. This was another reason I had pathetic Tuesday and Wednesday workout sessions. But as my training progresses it is critical for my success to seek his assistance because he can definitely spot and work my troubled areas to prevent setbacks.
I have mixed feelings for the upcoming three days. At one end I'm eager to ride 3+ hours on Friday and Saturday; on the other end I'm doubtful I can pull it up. Going to the gym is critical and probably develop the habit to take power naps in the middle of the day to recharge, and begin to take multi-vitamins because my protein shake doesn't seem to have any effect on me.
5th Week (Back in contention, Rain, Mental Toughness)
After taking a week off in Florida partying in style, I returned to San Diego to resume training. Back in Florida I logged only five hours of conditioning all focused on strengthening two of my weak spots: Core and Trapezius sections. My goal was to rest my legs, but by the end of the week I had three major hangovers, two pig-outs, and lots of lack of sleep. I was tired but so happy. Hey that was my rest week! My personal slogan is that life is too short to be playing Mr. Athlete 27/4 besides I needed time off from the bike, yes after completing my first month of training.
Back in San Diego I was eager to resume training and burn all the calories the hard liquor and Argentinian Steakhouse left me. To my surprise Southern California had several thunderstorm systems in the forecast. All weather men seemed to agree in one thing: stay home and dry. Yeah right -I thought.
Yes, it poured rain like never before. I rode my bike with determination and obviously with a rain jacket on thinking that no silly rain could stop me. Whatever it takes!--I thought. During the ride I had to duke up with the cars and the cross winds. Yes, I was the only freak on the road. Funny enough I got interviewed by Channel 6; I was all smileys of course and later that night I saw myself on TV. One thing that I learned from the Jerk (a.k.a Lance Armstrong) is that if you train on treacherous weather conditions, your training effort counts as twice. I totally agree. Riding a bike with 700x23c tires in the rain is though especially when there are cross winds and uncertainty on which route to take. To me it wasn't such a big deal in due part my bike experience in Florida where thunderstorms with cross winds are on the call of the hour. Besides it never freaking rains in Southern California, so to me it was all about seizing the opportunity. Obviously, riding in the city of San Diego during a storm can be a bit challenging and dangerous taking into account the slippery asphalt roads, flooding, landslides and worse the inexperience car drivers. Nowadays it amazes me how easy I confused being stupid with the need-to-seek-thrill and obtain self-actualization. But like Homer Simpson said it: You gotta do what you gotta do.
In sum, it rained for the entire week. Roads were flooded and filled with rocks and tree debris. The 24-Hour fitness became my second house. Besides my typical workouts, I came out with two leg strengthening gym sessions with the anaerobic zone in mind. No squats with Olympic bars or loud screaming for me. My leg strengthening routine consists of exercises that allow me to use leg muscles cyclists hardly use. I also did some core and upper body sessions with lots of indoor cardio. And by Friday I was back on the bike enjoying the last rainy day of the week and probably of the year.
I didn't ride on Saturday. Why? Because of some photography trip. Besides it was too cold and I felt extremely tired. I managed a late workout. On Sunday, I returned to my 3 hour cycling mark despite having sore legs and being pester by two weak knees. On top, my bad hip began to start acting funny. I ended strong but realized that it was time to visit Doctor Brown.
I'm not Lance Armstrong or pretend to be. In fact, I don't like him that much as person; He is a great athlete and such a marketing device primarily for the French and rest of the European peloton after it all who gives a **** about cycling in the U.S? He is jerk in my most frank opinion. This cancer foundation of his is a great trick to convince the public of his altruism and humanism but obviously I'm not fool. Believe me I cheer the Jerk and wish him well; it will awesome he wins the Tour de France. I just hate bullies and hypocrites.
In any case, I'm here writing about my journey to the Tour of Colorado to motivate friends and leave a written testimony of the sacrifice it takes to get in shape. I'm not healthy by any means. I've been plagued with chronic injuries for years. When I was 15 years old, I was diagnosed with chronic fatigue syndrome which until these day I opt to ignore. At college they diagnosed me with ADD, I laughed and refused to take the little blue pills. I quit cycling for good due to my chronic hip injury. I returned to cycling, but it cost me 12k in doctors, physical therapy, and witch crafting. Today, life continues to be challenging and it doesn't seem to be getting easier either. Being healthy and be able to ride my Cervelo R3 SL is a privilege that I'm thankful. So there are no excuses!
The Tour of Colorado is not the Tour of France by any means, however, this 400+ mile cycling event is a multiple stage cycling event that requires preparation and deserves my most utterly respect. This is something I have never done, and believe me I look forward on to the challenge. Road cycling is one of the toughest and rewarding sports. However, this sport alone perhaps has the most underachievers athletes than any other sport. I obviously include myself in the mix. And as there are underachievers there are 'plenty' of losers as well who lack: passion and understanding of the sport of cycling. Throughout the years I have learned that professional cyclists and excellent weekend warriors distinguished themselves from the rest by the level of pain and suffering they can sustain. Sure there is genetics and talent, but road cycling is such a though minded sport that genetics and talent are not enough besides these have nothing to do with personality and soul.
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