The 2019 Race Season is a GO!
The MTB race season rips into full gear in two days and I AM READY!!!
Which is what I would be saying if I wasn’t so grossly NOT ready.
Seriously, I am not even remotely close to being marginally in the same universe as prepared.
I don’t mean the typical “I’m not in tip-top racing shape”. I mean that I can hardly make it through a day without falling asleep. I’m coughing uncontrollably, haven’t ridden in over 5 weeks, and I’ve visited two doctors, had to take a week off work, and even spent my entire March Break in bed.
I’m now feeling flabby, out of shape, and frustrated–and I can’t imagine how my heart is going to find the strength to keep beating for a race.
Gotta say, I’m in a funk. Hate that. Fortunately, blue skies are coming (I just know it), and a solution always presents itself, right?
So, this is me:
The kids call me Mr. Mac. The “kids” being my students. You see, in my non-riding life (shudder to think) I am gainfully employed as a high school Drama teacher. My days are high energy, the hours can be long, and the emotional toll can be stressful. When you put it together with the demands of a young family, and lots and lots of germ-laden teenagers, the mix is wretched petri dish of uck/ugh/ick that, every other winter or so, kicks the crap out of me.
This is one of those winters.
However, and I can’t believe I’m actually writing this, it’s only 46k. Wait, what? Um, yeah. I don’t know how or when it happened, but I think I may have somehow developed the muscle memory, base conditioning, and aerobic strength, to just get on my bike on Saturday morning, with zero preparation, clip in, and give ‘er, for three or four hours. If you just felt the earth shudder, that was the sound of pigs flying through a very frozen hell.
Of course, I said something similar this winter during prep for the Georgian Nordic OFRS race…
In any case, I believe this is what they call a hope and a prayer. Except I’m calling it a hope and a prayer and a hell of a lot of phlegm.
On the plus side, at least it’s clear phlegm.
Otherwise, I’m a mess.
So here’s the plan: On Saturday morning, at about 5AM, I’m going to roll out of bed and hope that I wake up before I hit the floor. I’m going to get dressed, pack my car, and drive two and a half hours to Turkey Point. Then, I’m going to race. Well, that’s the plan…
The day might dance a bit differently.
When I cough, I get dizzy and literally hack and wheeze until I can’t breathe, and I seem to get winded walking up a flight of stairs. So that’s not good, but if I can keep from coughing…
How bad is my current condition? I feel so lousy that I didn’t even ride at Team Colin Day @ Joyride 150 last weekend. Yeah, that bad.
Although maybe a good rip is just what I need to open my lungs and shoot that phlegm clear out of me, which is why I’m racing,
Also, I’m racing um, because there’s a race.
Just to be clear, I’m not going into the race THAT’S HAPPENING IN TWO DAYS thinking that I might not be able to finish, and I’m not going into the race THAT’S HAPPENING IN TWO DAYS to just register for the half. I’m going into the race to give it all I can (some how), finish it (some way), and be awesome. Period.
Oh, and I’m going to do it with gears this time. Lots of flat, straight, gravel bits.
You know the worst part? Spring races are usually awesome for me. I spend the winter ripping at Joyride 150, and always start the season strong. Not this year. Not at all. Dang.
Race #1 in the Substance Projects XC Marathon: Turkey Point. Saturday, April 13, 2019. It ain’t going to be pretty for me, but I sure as heck don’t plan on being anywhere else.
By the way, when you get there, if you have a hankering to listen to some Wham, I got you (spoiler alert: I’m playing the music on Saturday).
And now, I think it’s time for my nightly pre-bedtime nap.
Well, I just bared my soul. How about you? What was your winter training regime (was it on a bike, or in front of a bowl of chips)? Are you ready? Comment on this blog, or fire a message to: TeamColinBlog@yahoo.com
The universe ALWAYS speak to me, and I ALWAYS heed whatever it says. I was looking for a file in the download folder on my phone today, and I came across this shot:As much as I hate my side gut flap in this shot (and I always feel like Gulliver on a bike), I know this body is within my reach. I know that my arms will regain their strength, I know my legs will find that power again, and I know that my heart will pump like a mofo after a few good rips.
But I gotta say, I’m not content to be as strong as I WAS last year. I want more…