lucky! i dont get home till 4 :P
lucky! i dont get home till 4 :P
I've shared this story before, but it seems appropriate to break it out every once in a while.
Once upon a time, when I was a cute little Cat2 road racer, I finished my race, and the old ass old dudes' 40+ race was after the P/1/2. Inexplicable, I know. During my cooldown lap, I pulled off the course to let the old boys have their fun.
A young boy came up to me during the race, and asked me what was going on. It was immediately obvious to me that this young man, Greg, had Down Syndrome. I sat down and took the time to answer any questions he had until he seemed satisfied. Unfortunately, Greg seemed scared by the racers as they whizzed past. He sat down next to me, and stuck out his hand. I looked around, and saw two parent-looking adults nearby, both of whom made eye contact with me. The mom nodded, and I held Greg's hand. For a while, reassuring him and talking to him.
Eventually, I learned that Greg wanted to learn how to ride a bike, and be a bike racer like me some day. It tore me up to more or less lie to him and say "Yes, you'll be a bike racer too, Greg." I was on the verge of breaking down when the race ended, and he got up and walked away to his parents. His parents both came over to me a short while later and thanked me.
Ever since then, I've had a piece of athletic tape with his name taped to the handlebar of any bike I've owned. Because whenever I'm feeling sorry for myself and don't want to keep pushing, or in the winter, when I just want to get off my bike, I look down at that piece of tape. And realize that there are thousands of kids just like Greg who would give anything to be able to ride a bike, let alone race it. And that it insults Greg's very existence when I don't take advantage of the many opportunities that I have, however trivial they may seem to me.
^^^Thanks for posting that...
I have my dad's old toque (winter hat for those who don't know) sitting in front of my fan. It reminds me of him and the pain that he suffered...My pain on the bike is nothing compared what he had to endure at the end....
Took today off. Still very sore from my crash yesterday - don't worry guys, it was in the dirt.
Duke. Awesome story. Thanks.
A little stretching and rollering was all I did today. Rest is good.
Wow, thank you for sharing, Duke.
Rode 73.4 miles today on wet roads.
+1 man that's deep.
I appreciate reading that; puts things in perspective for me.
Shootin' for 3 at a lowish Z2 tomorrow b4 work over here.
DoK, just as moving as the first time I read it. I remember it came up a lot in the "what motivates you?" threads. Good stuff.
Was feeling like crap. No energy on or off the bike, legs constanly heavy and burned as soon as I started to pedal. Took two weeks easy. Brought volume down ~200tss per week and 2.5 hours per week. Got back to it last night on the trainer and felt like a million bucks! :)
Thanks for sharing Duke. Very moving.
My training status - trying to dig a hole but it's not working. I need to find a bigger shovel.
The MTB trails are still open around here. I don't think we're getting a winter this year. I'm not sure if this is good (awesome riding conditions) or bad (no ski days).
1 hour yesterday with 40 minutes of sst.
An hour this morning before work @ z2.
Going to jog 45 min tonight because I'm paranoid about having weak joints.
4-day weekend in Savannah, GA with the family. Brought a bike and went on tough group rides Saturday and Sunday. Those coastal riders don't fret over a lack of elevation change... they just kill it over every bridge or overpass, and have preset sprint points (marked on the road with 1k to go, 500m, etc) along the route. They also keep track of the points over the course of the ride. Headwinds + sprints + double rotating pacelines = good hard workout. 2.75 hours Saturday, 3.25 hours Sunday. ~450 TSS over the 2 rides. Tired yesterday and today, duh. Always great to meet new people and ride new roads!
Dang....I miss the Savannah Wheelmen. Got yelled at alot when I first started riding with that group 5 years ago.
25 mile recovery ride, very wet roads.
i still have you beat slowrockets :P (i'm only rubbing this in because my 1 minute power is pathetic).
45 minutes on the commute this morning. Junk miles mostly, but it's better than driving.
most of my riding is junk miles :p its my favorite kind of riding.