So, like I said, on my bike ride I left the country! Sort of. I was finally able to ride all the way from my house onto one of the local Indian Reservations – Specifically the Gila River Indian Reservation (henceforth referenced as “The Res”. Let me tell you, on The Res, there is…..NOTHING. I’m talking nothing nothing. To play into stereotypes, not even a casino was in sight (the main one was a few miles north, the brand new one was a few miles north and a few miles west. I think they have three of them in total….maybe four. But again, no stereotypes….) I didn’t take my camera along, you know - didn’t want the added 4 oz that would drag me down, but here is a “file photo” that is nearly identical to what it looked like.
I can almost hear the tumbleweeds.
The reason that I went to The Res is twofold: one, to say that I technically left the country and two to avoid stoplights every mile. I learned from my Ironman neighbor that this is where a lot of the Ironman AZ people train to avoid the stop and go of normal city traffic. Score. Training among the best. Sort of like going on a jog with Kara Goucher – if she were clad in some sort of robotic exoskeleton that enabled her to run super humanly fast.
These guys (and gals) were FAST. If I can set the stage….I’m wearing my headphones jamming along to alternating Fergie and Jonas Brothers songs (literally. Don’t judge. Maybe I like to think that I am glamorous while I ride) wearing one of my two technical TShirts and cotton shorts. I’m clipping along at a healthy 17.5 to 18 mph when all of a sudden four spandex clad bikers all in a drafting line zoom by like I was standing still. I’m not sure if my ego was hurt more by the fact that they were wearing such glorious outfits or the fact that I totally got schooled. Repeat this 3 more times before my hour is up. Bummer.
Since I am always on the hunt for improvement, I captured a few takeaways:
- Must look the part. Need to supplement my Beyonce black leotard with some Corona beer jerseys
- Must look the part. Need to get one of those cool guy tear drop helmets. Will probably need to wear it to work to get used to the weight
- Must act the part. Will practice screaming “on the left!” in the mirror in full areo position while in the hotel
- Must drop weight on my bike. Am going to swap out wasteful two wheeled bicycle for much lighter unicycle
Orrr, I guess I could just practice. But, you know as good as I do, that is crazy talk.
Update on the stress fracture. All is well from what I can tell. I have no pain on my shin, even with pressure, and can move around without even knowing that something is wrong with my knee. I have been VERY “good” (as I always am – no matter what my wife says) as running hasn’t even entered my mind. I have another appointment with the sports med dr on 11/6 at which time I HOPE to get the green light for some light running supplemented with biking / elliptical. I’m still planning on running Rock and Roll AZ on 1/17 come hell or high water. Like I always say – hell is MUCH more likely given the sweltering heat of PHX.
Additionally, you’ll notice that I added Rock and Roll Mardi Gras to my 2010 race list. Signed up last night. Let the year of the Rock and Roll race begin!