Monday, March 8, 2010

Screaming Hamstrings and Hills of Hell

I knew this ride would make me cry or at least bring me close to tears.  45 miles of hill repeats.  Thankfully, we finally had a decent day and could actually ride without gloves and a toboggan for Pete’s Sake!  After some official coaching moments and talk of race readiness, we were off.  I was feeling fine, no worries, it wasn’t going to be fast, it wasn’t  going to be pretty but I knew it was doable.  UNTIL the dogs came out.  I swear, they always look happy but you haven’t seen me yell louder or ride faster up a hill unless I see big dogs in the road just waiting to take a bite out of my ass.  I’m OK with one dog but when they summon their ‘friends’ to join in the fun, I’m gone and just hoping that Great Pyrenees didn’t get a hold of my wheel because I’m certain he could take me down and may just outweigh me.

Other than having complete discussions with every farm animal along the way (in that high I’m talking to animals voice), ME bitching about how badly my hamstrings are screaming, and a song or two – it was mostly just wheezing.  Just huffing and puffing and wheezing.  I thought I might die a few times.  I wanted to call for a ride more than once and even considered it in the last five miles.  BUT, what kind of team mate pusses out and calls their daddy to pick them up?!  SO, I knew that the cars were within sight which meant SO was food.  We are so happy at the end – I’m actually dying here because I’m holding my breath, must look good for picture, must look good for picture, neck out and down, don’t look like you have a waddle, no chicken waddle.  Thanks to Tilghman (my Triple T Teammate and pard’ner in crime and Triswami, our coach who tried to lend me his Speedo as my ‘bandana’ for the ride.  Thanks but I think this will work just fine).

Til and MisBike TilBaker

After a presto-chango in a school parking lot, giving a flash to some kid getting ready for a basketball game, we were off.  Poor kid, I’m surprised he didn’t run to his dad yelling – daddy my eyes are burning, that lady was neck-ED.  I really wish we weren’t so uptight.  You just make it more obvious that your changing your clothes by trying not to SHOW anything.  I could change a whole lot faster if I could just strip down for 30 seconds rather than do a contortionist routine between some car doors….hiding nothing.

This week, it’s back to the pool to see how the shoulder holds up.  I’m sure it’ll be fine, just easy and slow.  BUT whenever I try to swim in a different lane, I get kicked out.  I promise I won’t swim up your butt, I haven’t been in the pool in three weeks.  I’ll be wheezing just like on the bike!

15 comments:

Chloe said...

I HATE crazy ass dogs chasing me. Specially the crazy as 'country' dogs. You new know how many friends they have hiding in the bushes.

Glad you've been watching your fill of America's Next Top Model. It's very important to look awesome in every photo - specially post-workout or finishers photos :)

KC said...

great job in the hills! what is it with country folk who let their damn dogs run free? and the worst part is that these dogs are what cesar milan calls "red zone" dogs...the rotties, pit bulls, etc. speaks volumes about the dog owners too. are you def doing the 3S3M ride? keep up the great training!

Big Daddy Diesel said...

I got in some hills in too this weekend, probably not the smartest thing to do on the first outdoor ride of the year! I hate loose dogs!!!

skierz said...

sounds like an awesome workout! :) 45 miles of hill repeats, I can hardly wait to start my training! Have a great day! Cheers

Dave said...

oh hill repeats...got to love them....but there's no crying in cyling is there?....way to hang tough...and of course you post always makes me smile...

ONEHOURIRONMAN said...

Your "neck ed" comment opens you up for all kinds of interesting responses, but I will be kind and focus on the ride.
Not sure what time you rode, but it appears that TN is now warmer than FL as our ride started out at 32F. Most be that whole Al Gore (TN favorite son) Global Warming thing....

Beth said...

Dogs & Hills? Sounds like a blast! Yeah, I'd rather be shot. You are TOUGH!

FLATOUT JIM said...

All I read was Neck-ED!

The only neck-ed females I have seen in the last 5 years were on a beach in Dominican, and they weren't swimsuit models, OR age group triathletes.

Good for you girly!!!

kristen said...

OMG, I just posted on fb my irritations for loose dogs. Those country dogs are scary!

Keith said...

Dogs make me nervous. Almost any size, biking or running. I even had a brief panic attack at the pool when I saw a dog, but then realized it was a service dog in training, and hence well behaved.

Your photo looks pretty good. Actually, I don't think I've seen a bad photo of you. "waddle" -> wattle?

That kid is probably archiving that memory for instant access. Funny about different cultures and skin. You'd think that with so much warm weather the USA would relax, but no. Maybe it's the puritan background, or the pernicious influence of the religious nutbars. It's only skin and we've all got it.

Seriously, 45 miles of hill repeats? How many times up and down the hill? Doesn't sound like any fun at all.

Velma said...

I like your new format for photos. Sounds like one tough ride. Next time you should ride with the Speedo on your head! I am glad I am not the only one who talks to farm animals.

Molly said...

Great job on a kickass ride! I totally talk to farm animals too - all of them. I moo at the cows, I sweet talk the horses, etc etc etc.

MCM Mama said...

Great job getting it done!!!

Glaven Q. Heisenberg said...

I saw you over at coyYuM's blog saying she "brought me out" ... what teh hell are you implying, IO Missy?

D- ...did you just call me gay*?

Sorry. I'm just "ventin", which happens to be my word verification word, as well.

(At some point, I may come back and read this post, but right now? Gotta shower, which is my code word for "poop".)
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* Not that there's anything wrong with that.

ShirleyPerly said...

I hate dogs chasing me while riding too. Two is the most I've ever had and fortunately none as big as a GP. I once read a funny story about a cyclists who rode a particular route to meet up with Eddie for speed work. Turned out Eddie was a dog!

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