As proven the other morning…
I’m slowly healing. The ribs… there is just nothing you can do for them. I stopped popping ibuprofen like candy, it was tearing my guts to pieces. I’m not racing this weekend and I am trying to cancel my non-refundable flight to NJ for the next round of the USGP. I contacted the USGP promoters and they have refunded my race entries (thanks!) so, I’ll not be racing the next round.
I’ve been able to ride a little bit. I actually motorpaced on Wednesday and it was fine going all out on the flat but, when I have to tug on the bars to sprint or climb, it is a bad scene.
I’ve taken a big step backwards in my cyclocross race season and I’m having a bit of a hard time getting a handle on it.
It has been a painful couple of weeks in too many ways. My friends death and a couple of other deaths pretty close to me, at pretty much the same time of year my mom passed away last year.
I went out to the World cyclocross singlespeed championships in Estacada Oregon today and watched the festivities.
Spent most of the day saying: “no, I’m not racing, my ribs are busted.” and then feeling like an ass for even being out there and standing/riding around having to say that to everyone. Felt better than hanging out at home feeling sorry for myself. I’m telling you, my shit f’ing hurts! I’m not out looking for sympathy… I’d rather avoid talking to everyone so I don’t have to whine about being hurt but then that backfires when people think I am being “too pro” to talk to them.
Trust me, talking about being hurt is boring. As boring as talking about bicycles can get sometimes! (ouch, did I just say that?)
Talked to lots of awesome people, talked to some total douchebags.
Rad to see the extended Vanilla family murdering it on the singlespeed Speedvagens.
I’ve rented an apartment in Leuven. How sweet is that?
Now I just have to figure out how I am getting my 10 pairs of carbon tubular wheels over there.
I’ve got some photos to upload and as dismal as this entry sounds, things have been really awesome back home in Portland.
I’ll find some time to ruminate on better things soon.