I met up with Tom and Paul for a MTB ride. Tom gunned it out of the box, and I was struggling to keep up on the SS. Still, it seems like I just DO NOT have the juice lately. A month ago I was feeling awesome, now I'm getting owned all over the place. The ride was very steep and not SS friendly, so the ownage continued. And then things really got bad. On the descent I crashed AGAIN!!!! I was distracted by my pulsating and noisy brakes, another battle entirely. I landed with my right hand under my chest. My bike fell into a huge pile of rocks and so did I. My poor hand felt decimated. I had a massive dead leg. My freshly powdercoated frame not only has a GIANT black scuff mark from my shoe, but also has a big DENT in the chainstay. F*ck. And to top it all off, I was limping home when I noticed a girl doing a handstand against the fence at Hanover High. I thought, "WTF? That kind of looks like Grace." Then I came around the corner, turned my head, and was staring straight into Teresa's Dad's face. I had so little time to react that I didn't know what to do. I smiled, rode on, and felt kicked when down.
I got home, iced my wounds, discovered the dent in my frame, and found that I had even cracked one of my freehub spacers for the SS cog. Awesome. What a day. I ate a measly dinner and went to bed, as I had been planning to ride the 5:30am ride with Noah.
Slept like crap, trying to keep the hand elevated. I kept waking up to see if it had swollen like last time yet. Finally 5am came. Minimal swelling and no rain. Might as well shake out the legs. And of course, I got owned AGAIN. What the hell is wrong with me? I should be beating these older guys. I guess you could blame the SS ride less that 10 hours earlier, the crash, or the early hour. But I think that something is wrong. And of course...my chronic loose headset on the Serotta reappeared this morning too.
My luck had better turn around before my 6 months surveillance check in a two weeks. Not joking.
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