Just 99 miles to go

Monday, March 19, 2012

I haven't worked at the bike shop since last October.
They left it as they weren't busy enough for me to worry to about it.
I've got a few rides on the bikes and starting to think about maintenace.
It was so easy when I worked at the shop.
Cheap parts, all the tools I needed (usually).

Its spring and I know they're busy but I'm not doing it.
Job #1 is busy as shit, I'm putting in 45+ hours a week.
I don't feel like leaving job #1 just to go work on hybrids or road bikes for 3 hours.

Damn I'm going to miss that discount though. 
Guess I gotta buy my own bike stand now.
You know what the shops are charging for tubes?

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Back in the saddle.

I've gotten out twice to see how I'm going to do.
Saturday I did an "epic" of  2 laps at Rosaryville that just about killed me.
1st lap went ok. I was dragging ass on the 2nd though.
Still had flat pedals on, so I didn't do anything technical.
I can't hop logs worth a crap without clipless pedals.

Tuesday after work, same deal but I had clipless back on.
Did a 49 minute lap on my 1st round.  Not shabby considering my average fast times last year were 46.
The bad news is that the shoulder is going to be a factor in my riding.
I'd feel twinges whenever I hopped logs or tried to pull up on the bars while cranking up a hill.
By the time I was done, it was pretty sore.
Did a 2nd lap and finished up barely in time to make it out without getting caught in the dark.

I'm getting there.

Wednesday, March 07, 2012

I'm going to do a race.

Not that I expect to do anything, but its motivation to start some real riding again.
The 1st race I ever did was a 12 hour-3 man relay race at Quantico marine base.
I answered an "AD" from a guy named Brad on the MORE  site.
We ended up finishing 3rd in the beginner category...Go team.
This was waaaaay back, atleast 5 years ago, maybe more.

So he emails me outta the blue and wants to know if I wanna be the 3rd member of his team for the 9 hour relay race at Rocky Gap State park. 
I'm not going to lie.  I'm in the crappiest shape I've been in 3 years. But hey I can do a 9 mile lap then repeat 90 minutes later.
Plus if I remember correctly, Brad was the slow guy back then and I doubt he's gotten alot  faster.
The race is May 5th.  2 months is plently of time to get in just good enough shape where I could pull laps faster than Brad and not be the "slow" guy.

Health news.
-Knee-so far this year it hasn't given me any problems.  I'm pretty sure its because I haven't done a damn thing  to stress it.  I'm worried that once I up my riding intensity, it'll go out.  We'll see.
-Shoulder- Its been 12 weeks since surgery. I had another follow up this morning.  Doc said I could resume all normal activities.  He told me that since the repair wasn't done completely If I try to go heavy with the weightlifting it'll hasten the deterioration of the shoulder and step up how quickly I'd need to go to the next step. (joint replacement.).
-weight- don't really care but about 225.

Tuesday, February 07, 2012

Before I lose these.

 As a dislaimer; my leg is swollen in this pict. Its not normally this fat.....or atleast  I hope not.

The cut was so wide the wife couldn't get the whole thing with 1 pict.

That purplish hue  isn't a photo screw-up.  Thats some of the bruising that was going on.  The pict doesn't do it justice.
27 staples on the outside, 20-30 on the inside.

Still alive and kick'n.

Looks like 2 weeks since my last post, lets see whats happened.

 The leg. 
I got some pictures somewhere and will put them up some time. 
I got the staples pulled out 2 weeks after the initial injury.  Thats the longest I've waited to have suturers removed.  It swelled up pretty good for 10 days.  Had me worried that it had got infected, but all the leg, except for the cut area is back to normal.  Doc gave me the OK to get back on the bike (the trainer).1st night back on the trainer I had a spot open and drip a little blood. Other than that the pedaling seems to be helping the leg get back to normal.

The shoulder.
Doc gave me the ok to get back on the bike for that too.  Although he didn't explicitly say the mountain bike, and I didn't explicitly ask.  I went out to the Rose and tried doing a lap a week ago.
Nope, its not ready yet.  I did a lap but had to hold back on anything technical.  The shoulder doesn't feel like it has the strength to handle the rough stuff.  I'll give it another 2weeks and try again.

To pass the time I'm back on the trainer in the basement. 
I had my 1st MTB with slicks on the trainer.  I went about changing out the seatpost after the accident.
That SOB would not budge.  Over a period of 3 nights I soaked it with a lubricant ,put a torch to it, and put a pipe wrench on it while beating it with a small sledge hammer. It didn't move AT ALL.
I ended up taking the road bike and putting it on the trainer.  Next step is to flip it, take out the bottom bracket and spray some lube from the bottom.
If that doesn't work, I'm at a lost.  I guess I'll need to trash the bike.

Next doc appt is in 4 weeks.  Until then I'm doing a little bit of lifting trying to build the strength.
So far I've gone from 5 to 10 lbs doing deltoid raises. For reference, I use a 45lb dumbell on the good arm.
Baby steps.

Friday, January 20, 2012

Somthing interesting happened.

First, happy new year.
Had my 2nd surgery for the shoulder, it feels like shit at the moment but I go back to the doc in a week and we'll talk about physical therapy.
To keep myself in some sort of shape I've been using the trainer in the basement while watching TV.

Tuesday night, the 17th, I'm down there pedaling away watching an episode of Shameless.
With shoulder the way it is, I don't evan hold onto the bars most of time. I just sit in an upright position and pedal away.  I'm 30 minutes into my workout ,taking it easy doing about 14mph.
Next thing I know I'm falling backwards and feel a pain in my leg.
I cuss and hobble up and see blood splatters all over the floor.  My leg has got a "huge" gash in it.
It looks like a huge hunk of leg has been torn off and I'm staring at the muscle.
Shit! This is serious.
I grab a "sweat" towel I have and wrap it as tight as I can around the leg.
Hobble up the stairs, and inform the wife she needs to take me to the emergency room.
She puts up no argument.  She's seen me get wounded before and knows that I don't see doctors unless I think my life is in jeopardy.  I grab a belt before we leave and tie it around the towel.
The closet hospital is only 10 miles away or so in Laplata.  I try to act as calm as possible as to not freak the wife out.  She doesn't do well in medical situations.  As we're driving over, she's doing about 60?? Really? I'm worried about bleeding out in the truck and she's doing only 60?

Get to the hospital. She drops me at the entrance. I hobble in half bent over trying to hold this bright pink/red/blue beach towel around my leg.  I'm wearing a nasty ass pair of workout shorts, and a beat up coat thats oversized  to acccomodate the shoulder. I was a sight.
After 15 minutes somebody finally calls us into the "triage" area.  I'm thinking, finally about fuck'n time.
This medical person, I don't evan think she's a nurse takes my temp, BP, and asks some questions.
"On a scale of 1-10 hows the pain?". I'm a man. I've had worse pain.  Its about a 5-6.
"Is the bleeding under control?". "Well, I'm not moving the towel to look, and I don't see a puddle of blood on the floor, so I assume it is".   
She than tells us to go over to this other area and doesn't evan bother looking at the wound??
I didn't realize it at the time, but she was sending me over to the area where the the low lifes go, who have a headache and are too poor to buy asprin so they go to the emergency room.

Finally after a fuck'n hour they call me back.  It's now after 10pm, we walked into the hospital a little after 8.
I tell the wife to stay in the waiting area. If she see this she'll freak.
This little medical assistant (once again, not even a real nurse) has me remove the towel.
He takes one look at it and tells me to put the towel back on it and apply pressure and he'll be right back.
He come back with 2 doctors and 1 nurse (real this time, or as real as this shitty hospital has).
They have me move my leg and decide I hadn't sliced any real muscle.  I think the doc took it as a challenge and said "yeah I can suture that".
They want to flood it with saline solution 1st. So the "not a nurse" sets a bottle of water up and runs a IV tube from it. He than has me sit on the edge of the bed with my leg over  a bucket and hold this dripping IV tube over the wound.
Now, let me set this straight.  He has ME hold the dripping IV over the wound. What is this? A  self service hospital?
After 30 minutes of holding the drip with no one even checking in, the nurse comes in and gives me a tetnis shot, and hooks up some anti-biotics into the IV.
The doc finally makes his way back in, stictches up the 2 inner layers that have been cut.
Looks around and he can't find his "staple" gun.  He leaves to find it.  30 minutes later he actually finds his way back, without the stapler.  Leaves for another 5 and come back.
He finishes and finally bandages me up. BTW, the bandage goes to fall down my leg before I evan make it out of the hospital.

I get home at 2. I'm tired but want to see what happend.
The hole time I'm in the hospital I'm assuming the carbon fibre seatpost had broke.
Nope.  The saddle was held onto the seatpost with 1 bolt, and it snapped.
When I fell backwards my leg snagged the top of the v-brake.


Friday, December 09, 2011

Post-pre surgery.

Got the 2nd surgery set up for dec 13.
In my post op appt with the doc I got a few things straight.
All my shoulder muscles are in good shape except for the tendon that is ripped.
Its not attached, hence no blood flow.
No matter how much I try to exercise, its not going to grow.

The Doc said he isn't a "specialist" in shoulders. His specialty is knees and hips.
He is bringing in a specialist to do or assist, I'm not sure which with the surgery.

It's going to be interesting trying to x-mas shop and wrap presents with the arm in a sling.

I got out for an easy ride at the Rose with Doc,Barry, and Matt last Sunday.
Beautiful day  in the 60's.
I could ride as long as I purposely put little or no pressure on the right arm.
It kinda makes you more effecient.  You end up using the legs more and relying less on your upper body for momentum.

Thursday, November 24, 2011


Atleast it wasn't my fault.
Show up at 6 for my 7 am rotor cuff surgery.
I'm all set, ready to be in a sling and have my daily routine turned upside down for the next 2 months, atleast.
(I've been in an armcast before, maybe I won't be in a cast this time but still down to 1 arm. It sucks)
I wake up from the anestethia. 
I remember something about bad news???
Well atleast I'm not dead, or am I?
Is my wife really a ghost whisperer?
Just kidding.
Private joke for the wife, she loved that show.

From what I've been able to gather from my wife,what I remember of what the doctor said and my own deduction-
The rip in the rotor cuff is old, the recent injury must have just aggrivated it and caused pain.
Because of the age of the tear and the poor condition of the neighboring muscle, the doc couldn't do the procedure as he had planned.
Bassically he cut me open in 3 spots, had a look around and got scared off.

He wants to get togather with another doc in his practice who's a "speciallist" and get his assistance in doing a repair with a different type of procedure.

I'm going in to see him next week, to get the stiches out and talk to him while not doped up, to get a better idea of what going to happen.

If I don't like the way he talks I'm looking into getting another orthopedic doc.
I need somebody who specializes is athletes. Now that I think about it, his office is always full of old people.