So I came to the realization yesterday that I'm just gonna have to take time off from racing. Last week during my poor crit performances...my left leg was in agony. I am starting to think its a torn muscle that has just gotten worse during this season. This past week I was using the heating pad everynight...and also during work hours. I was hoping it would help just slightly...for my race on Saturday...
I woke up Saturday thinking: "Well...it doesn't feel "too" bad...so lets give it a shot." Drove out to Pennsylvania and realized the course was perfectly suited for me. Long descent...big climb. Did two slow warmup laps and my leg felt "ok". My right felt amazing...but pedaling with one leg just wasn't an option. Sooooo...race starts...60 guys in my field. Hit the downhill...cruising. Hit the uphill...cruising. The group was splitting apart first time up the climb. Riders were dropping like crazy. I was 5th wheel and just going with the tempo...no need to put in much effort yet. Guys around me are gasping for air...and I'm fine. I think: "ok, the engine is good...lets see if the piston in question can hold up..."
Second time up the climb...same deal...no sweat...
Third lap and we are heading on the descent. Before the big climb there is a slight rise. I was mostly in the 53x17 on previous laps. Although this time around...my left leg got the slight strain feeling. Oh no...please go away...please go away...
We hit the big climb again and about 1/4 of the way up my left leg gives out like it has been. But with no flats to recover...I was dropping fast. At this point I'm basically pushing everything with my right leg...just trying to "throw" my left leg over with each pedal stroke. "Well that sucks" I thought, "looks like I'll just be spinning the rest of the race..."
With still about 5 laps to go I got hooked up with a group that had been dropped. Descended with them but on the climb got dropped from that group too. Soooo demoralizing. You are riding next to these guys and you're just breathing regular...while everyone else is on their last breath...pumping the bike back and forth. Yet, you cannot even climb with them because your left leg has been broken down to just a piece of flesh and bones that you are dragging along for the ride...
Oh well...I ended up in 40th place...quite disappointing. But, it gave me the harsh reality that I need to take time for this to hopefully recover. The more I race...the worse it gets.
No this isn't China...its Mount Penn, Pennsylvania!

The best part of my Saturday. Sitting down to a loooong overdue meal at Chick-Fil-A
