oh me, oh my, oh bear
Sunday, July 20th, 2008
What’s the latest?
Other than running into bears… I’m limping. Coming from non-impact sports (you’re only ’supposed’ to increase activity mileage by 10% per season) the impact of running is hurting. I have given myself the start of stress fracture… so that means riding bike, and swimming. Ideally I wouldn’t be walking even (standard procedure is to have walking casts on for stress fractures) but I’m ambling along in the woods with the dogs. Also my friendly neighborhood chiropractor is helping, and I’m running in the river. If anyone in the Chelasea area has an elliptical type machine that I could use at some point, please contact me. Thanks. (more…)
It wouldn’t be July if there weren’t cyclists getting popped for dope. Other years I would just watch the live coverage. Doping scandals can break at any time, so it’s key tp check in regularly. Ricco, well he was too good to be true on those climbs. Not that I’m jumping on the bandwagon. But he probably used up all his stored ‘clean’ (taken out during the winter) blood during the Giro, and had to medicate here. Also I guess the tests are getting better, so that’s good for those of us who abstain. However the problem is that the drugs keep getting better. A recent study showed 8% performance increase from EPO use… so when the guys who are in 15th spot are doping, but also getting left behind by minutes… what are the leaders doing? 
Yesterdays weather in Clermont FL : 91 degrees, and 73% humidity.
So a few quick things before I disappear again.
When Nat showed up in Tucson he hardly knew Sean Bechtel, and an hour later they were sharing a bed for the first of two weeks of their training session. There haven’t been many hours that they’ve spent apart. After 2 months training together the longest separation was 2h (2x 1h massage with Mona).
So I have been slowly working up my training, secretly in August, and then I came out of the Triathlon closet in January to do full on training the. But this is the first of my 5 big races this season - and all those months of nerves…
The whole ‘life unscripted/ unplanned/ non-uneventful’ thing sounds swell on paper, but truth be told, sometimes my ‘carelessness’ (as some close to me may call it)
