Here's a picture from my last day of BRMA. If you take a close look, you can see me straggling up this hill in Granny Gear. I could count on the guys to wait in the first available shade past the summit and on Chris to get yet another picture of me pulling up a hill. I had a lower gear added to what was a 12-speed. It gave me one low gear to work with. Man, my legs were getting tough! Everyone else on the trip was sporting a 28 speed road bike. I was working on convincing Chris that his biker superiority was due to better gear, rather than better conditioning.Here's one of our conditioning stops right now. See how svelte? Here we watch Carroll c
hange his tire again. Take care of that valve. Get down on your knees and face me. There, isn't that better? Sure was for the rest of us. I was thinking "boy am I glad my tires aren't bothering me!" That would suck. Now I'm looking at the photo and thinking "where's your fucking brace?"Today it's about finding the space between "pain management" and "total zonedness" and tiptoe-ing in between them. I am learning that if the Vicodin knocks me right out it means I need more naps and it also means I can use less Vicodin. Ibuprophen is a good pal takes the edge off everything without those Michael Jackson-esque chilly naro-wierd vibes. Robyn's gone off to get a cortisone shot in her back so that she can continue to take excellent care of me, oh, and of herself and, um, . . . the kids. I am trying to read a little, write something, and in general to inject some more life into this routine.
I believe that this may be the fated "last curve" right here. Ride those breaks, boys. I was probably already in the grass by the time this picture was taken.
Where's that back brace? Life flight? UW Madison nurses? Perhaps more of a pike position would have helped.Being 21 instead of 51 probably would have helped.
Will I do it next year? Quite possibly, but without the drama.
4 comments:
dang! The blinding orange safety shirt was no help at all.
Had it been grass chamo I might have passed away!
Kevin told me we could check in on you here. One day at a time often seems like two steps forward one step back...or is it one step forward two steps back? As I look at this post, I'm wondering, who the hell thought it would be a good idea to take a picture of your bleeding face?
It was my idea to photograph the face. Chris was taking a few shots on the side, but I figured I would want to see it. There are also pictures of all 28 of my staples. The face got worse. I had the classic two black eye racoon face thing going and everything got pushed in between my upper jaw and my eye sockets. The "best" pictures are probably on Robyn's facebook site.
It's a pretty hideous shot, but I'll be using it to keep a helmet on my son's head.
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