Work related retreat yesterday - different ride there. South on the path instead of north. Work shorts and regular shirt because I planned to ride with the big gaggle of folks riding to it. Until team mate calls as I'm out the door and says "wait for me". And I do. He rolls up in team kit - fully expecting that I would be in it too. I never ride in street clothes was his thought. And that's generally true. I rarely do unless it is between the main picture factory and the remote location. So well. He decides that it isn't going to be a slow ride. Great. I'm rolling on the Croll with two tires that weigh (750grams each) almost as much as the newest reynolds wheelset (900 grams). Well i guess paired up they'd weight more than the wheelset and tires and cassette, and that's not counting the wheels. Anyway - i worked my ass off which hurt. Smack down was awesome the night before. Really brutal. Then I had a 20 minute run before hitting the ride to the retreat. I was cooked by the time we got there.
And the ride home - oof - it wasn't that slow, most of the people who finished up the volleyball game weren't the slowest of the riders and I just wanted to pedal slow. But we didn't...
Just before sleeping I had to go back down stairs and well they are carpeted, wool carpet maybe? Slick as snot when you are barefoot and the humidity is low. My feet are too big for the runs anyway and well I was a touch careless and i put my heel down near the edge and the foot went out from under me and I went straight down - landing on the edge of the stair on my back then bounced and slid on my elbows to the bottom. Really excruciating pain. Also really scary. I was shaken up pretty badly. And now my back hurts. At least it isn't a strain, just a massive bruise. Riding was okay - standing on the pedals not so much. Running? Well i didn't try this morning but i'm guessing the shock wouldn't feel so good. It was on the plan to run for 20 minutes this morning but, well i pretty much didn't sleep all night. And the ride in this morning - oh man. Wicked dead legs.
Oh and there's some other guy who likes my bike path. The pictures look familiar as well.
heddwch
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Thursday, September 03, 2009
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