I cracked into a thousand little fragments of ambition, expectation, disappointment, pain, and so forth yesterday morning during a bailed swim attempt with the Truckee Masters after waking with headspace as thick as Beijing pollution and balance as wobbly as Gary and I on Saturday’s log riding (I’ll get it on video next time).
Stumbling from bed after momentary confusion as to why Kings of Leon was playing on my iPhone or why I was in this dark room in compression tights, I still had enough ambition and expectation to make it down town. But half way through, I realised what little use my vertigo and lack of energy was to a constructive swim set. 4hours of nap time later, and the thousand little pieces were back in their mozaic.
Only to be shattered in a proper public flogging of the Boca Road Race. My lungs were maxed out helium balloons, inflating deflating inflating deflating with faint cries for mercy in a helium high voice. It was perfect, the flogging that is.
Needed to get a good intensive load in before this weekend.
We figured the morning’s tantrum was not just altitude effect, but lack of liquids and proper hydration here in the cold. So drowned myself with water, juice and Chocolate Soy Milk, and seemed to respond well to it. Best get packing and sorted for the trip. Still need to grab some odds and ends at the bike shop on the way, fix lunch for the road (maybe more quinoa), swap wheels and cluster, and hop in one leg.
Photo by Gary Perkin
