It was a good way to die, falling on the sword to ensure JPB was in a position to win the 40+ Texas State Championship. The 15 mile death march that commenced upon being shot out the back of the main chase group (courtesy the heat, lack of water, and full crampage in both legs) was worth the pain...I felt pretty confident that Allen would seal the deal. So, the suffering and pain instantly abated (after I had pedalled my cinderblock swollen feet across the line to the dusty shade of the truck) when I learned that he managed to close escrow from 12 miles to go. Nice. Very Nice.
So...the bike was loaded, the home was reached, and the race file remains to be downloaded and parsed. The bike is in the bike room, wondering why it is still dusty, crusty, and festooned with its racing wheels. Maybe it doesn't know yet, but the off-season has begun.
What to do. Well, I tried to take a full week off. That attempt failed after 3 days of inactivity when the legs got that diseased, hollow, catabolic feel to them on Thursday. That's when my daughter (senior on the high school cross country team) agreed to go out with me for a 15 minute test drive of my Vibram Five Fingers.
I figure I'll pass the rest of this week and October relearning how to run, inspired by a Sunday morning special on To the Best of Our Knowledge to give the body pounding a new look. Check out the episode found here. Also, pretty sure I will do some Yoga as well. There is a chance too that I might, MIGHT, take my bike out on a ride once the Quarq makes it back from Spearfish, but I'll do my best to avoid the ride until November, when a new 13 week early season strength training routine will be deployed. A nice transition and physical shakeup. Can't wait. I can feel the lingering, smoky DOMS that such a change to the routine is bound to provide.
And who knows, maybe I'll see four digit sprints on a regular basis next season.
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