24 Jul
Today was only a half a commute, as Cindy was picking me up after work to head down to Fraze Pavillion for the Over The Rhine show they were nice enough to put on just for the occasion of my birthday (OK… maybe it was for other people too, and it was a day late, but I can pretend).
I tested the legs a bit, left hamstring in particular, to see where I was at. And where I am at is riding pretty comfortably and with no real difficulty. Every so often I’ll have that muscle spasm for no apparent reason, but I feel better on the bike than anywhere else.
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23 Jul
I forgot to recount the other half of the story about Never Getting Out of the Boat.
After I got back in the boat I wasn’t supposed to get out of, and was limping around and whimpering, and trying to find ice and a comfortable spot to sit and whimper some more, I heard Cindy’s phone ring. I reached in to the bag to hand it to her.
Immediately I noticed mine wasn’t with it.
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22 Jul
Well… if this is what 40 is like, forget it. I’ll go back to 39. The day started out OK as Cindy ’surprised’ me by delivering a cake and balloons to the office before I got there. (Never mind that she drove the cake to Troy, but left her semi-injured husband back in Piqua to ride his bike there). As the afternoon progressed, things went steadily down hill with at least 40 different headaches. I’m wondering if perhaps it’s time to once again consider telling my company where they can stick it. Sheesh.
Not gonna waste my time with it though. What’s more important is that the ride to and from work was quite a bit improved over the previous day. Muscles heal SOOOOOOO much faster than tendons and bones and other bits. Still very tight, and still very sore, but I had my full pedal stroke and only a couple muscle spasms.
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21 Jul
Remember that scene from Apocolypse now where Chef goes off into the woods to look for mangoes? He comes face to face with a tiger and goes screaming back to the boat.
“Never get out of the boat. Never get out of the f@#ing boat…”
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19 Jul
I never before realized just how many dead bodies we ride past every day and every week. There’s cemeteries galore out there in the world. The big ones are obvious, but what we tend not to notice is the smaller ones that are tucked away in woods and beside fields, sometimes one family only.
I bring this up because today I did something a little different for a ride: Bike-O, which is short for bike orienteering. Wikipedia describes orienteering as: “a sport that combines racing with navigation using a map and compass.”
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18 Jul
I show up to the new ride and what’s the first thing I hear?
Craig: “I found a new starting place. It’s a mile further. You’re gonna hate me.”
Me: “No worries Craig, I already hate you.”
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