Following the Liberty Ride, the blackout, and the trip to the hospital, I ended up having a fairly light final week of May. By light, I mean ride/run activity. The end of the month was anything but light because in just a few short days, I would be moving into a new place. The end life on of Donnybrook Ct. and the edge of Bent Creek Forest was getting close. It’s interesting how you can plan something like a move nearly three months out, then wait and wait and wait… making arrangements like mail and utilities and stuff, but not seemingly getting any closer. Then all of a sudden you come home from a vacation and BAM!… the next big life event is suddenly upon you.
Hmm… maybe I should have started packing sooner?
… you get a ride in a car both before and after the commute? I guess since I make up all my own rules, I can make up this rule… yes, it does. I covered 30 miles by bike on a Sunday; that’s a commute. It just a commute that didn’t start or end at home. Then again, the riding I was doing wasn’t really “commuting’, no matter where I started from.
I just did it on my “commuter” bike.
On St. Patty’s Day I rode into town on the commuter to do a crawling, parade-like community group ride through the streets of Asheville, sponsored by Asheville on Bikes. They put on a number of annual ride events throughout the year, this one called Bike of the Irish, which as you might guess, has a St. Patrick’s Day theme. Despite having lived here for nearly four years, this is the first time I’ve ever done an AoB event.
It really ain’t my kind of thing.
So much for getting sleep the night before the night before a big race. This marathon has really been on my mind a lot more than other big events I’ve done. Running long distances scares the crap out of me way more than riding long distances. More than Ironman even?
After another rest day on the Friday after Double Dare, I headed over to the NC Arboretum to get a look at the final piece of the Shut-In puzzle: the first three miles. This was mostly a gravel road climb up to the top of Hard Times Rd. and the Blue Ridge Parkway, where the actual trail portion of the Shut-In race begins. I have ridden all these roads before, although only once or twice. And I had never run them. I wanted to get an idea of how long it would take to get to the top so I could estimate time, both for Julienne as my support crew, and for my own race strategy. My guess without having ever done it before was 30-35 minutes.
Bet ya can’t guess how this is going to end.
Well, it seems I have managed to let the blog get so far behind I can’t even remember the rides. I’m looking at the SportTracks software and I can see all the data, the elevation profiles, and the maps of where I rode, but on quite a few, I have can barely recall any of the details. Much of it is a blur. July was a challenge to say the least.
Work deadlines, birthday celebrations, self inflicted wounds, family health issues… you name it, it happened in July.
Before you freak out, no I wasn’t injured. It wasn’t even all that serious of an accident. But, the first day I went for a ride after the BRP trip, I did have a collision with a car, right here in my own neighborhood. I bounced off the car and onto the road. I got up, got back on the bike and continued my ride. Whereupon mother nature decided to add insult to (minor) injury and hit me full force with a major temper tantrum.
To say it wasn’t my day would be an understatement.
March is supposed to come in like a lion and go out like a lamb. From a riding perspective, this March went out like a lion raging on PCP. There are two epic rides to talk about, but before they happened, the last week of March was fairly calm.
The calm before the storm, which looked something like this. Read more
Following my exploration of the Laurel Mountain trail, my knee didn’t feel to bad. On Sunday I debated between going out for a ride and staying in for yet another rest day, but I never decided either way and eventually nightfall decided for me.
That turned out to be a good thing.
I’d call this past week a taper week, but it would more accurately be labeled an “I’m In So Much Pain This Is All I Can Do Week”. Anderson Half Iron is approaching rapidly. A three week “taper” may seem too long, but it really isn’t a taper so much as recovery week from Avl. Half, then a huge century, then recovery week from huge century, then a “Do Whatever The Hell Feels Good” week.
Here’s a brief (for once) summary of how Week One went down.
Time for another catch-up post. Lately my blog is like the old Ramble days… I’m constantly dropping behind and hoping to get back on somebody’s wheel. Except this is entirely under my own control and I have nobody to blame but myself.
So without further ado (or any ado for that matter)… Read more
There may be a little jealousy going on in the bike room recently. I’ve ridden a little over 600 total miles so far in 2011 – on four bikes. I’ve only owned the Tricross for a week and 211 of the miles are on that one. Roubaix 171, Bianchi (trainer) 150, Rockhopper 78. Since the average speed on these bikes varies greatly, I should probably look at total time spent with (on) each: Tricross 17 hours; Roubaix 12; Rockhopper 8.5; Bianchi 7.5.
Whew.. that last one is a relief. I’d hate to think I’d spent more time on the trainer than the MTB!