So I promised an
explanation as to why I skipped out on one of my favorite races of the year,
the 6 Hours of Warrior Creek. First
though, I’ll be clear…
I really, really
wanted to be there.
I just couldn’t
though. It started a few weeks ago with
my high blood pressure issue, and I thought everything was all good
after I raced the first event in the Southern Classic Series. We went on vacation afterwards, and I was in
good health and felt like normal (whatever the hell that is.) Race two in the series was the Sunday after
we got back, but about mid week I felt shitty again. Still, I signed up for the race in Sanford,
hoping that I would be fine by then.
I wasn’t. I woke up early that Sunday morning and
couldn’t drag my ass out of bed. I paid
for a race where I normally do quite well (three for three with podiums
including a win last year) but I didn’t even have the energy to get up and go. So, I went back to bed and slept for several
hours. I was disappoint but I know I did
the right thing (the little lady thought so too.) It was at that moment that I made a plan.
With a few weeks to
get ready for the next race in the series, I would take it a little easy and
get myself back into a proper state.
That meant skipping out of a race (Warrior Creek, pay attention) that I
look forward to every year, and that I’d already paid for. For some reason I thought I would do it
anyway, so I never bothered to sell my entry to some deserving racer on the
waiting list. That means I ended up
making a donation to the trails up there with my unused entry. It was all good though, because I was
starting to feel much better. With the
next race coming up in a little over a week, I took off to Charleston to ride a
little, but more importantly, relax and have fun.
It was fun (I told
you yesterday.) We rode a lot, and
I was feeling no ill effects of my ailment.
I even talked to everyone down there about how I was ready to race the
following weekend. Then, my plan went to
shit towards the end of our urban ride.
While we were
riding in front of The Citadel, I was hopping up steps with my bike and jumping
back off. You know, the usual urban ride
shit. I haz skills and all that, but I
made one little mistake. Immediately
after riding off of one curb I headed for another set of steps and
misjudged my landing on the way up somehow (must have been the strong winds.) My front wheel came down, immediately
stopped, and I was thrown violently over the bars onto the hard concrete
(with my bike landing on top of me.) I
landed on my shoulder, and the way my arm was tucked into my body it jammed it directly into the left side of my rib cage.
It knocked the wind
out of me, and when everyone came over to see if I was okay I just said,
“Yeah.” It hurt really bad though, but I
just tried to shake it off. I’d somehow
gotten my right hand caught under me too, and it immediately swelled up. I started breathing normally but the pain was
setting in. We eventually started riding
again and I was in a tremendous amount of pain.
I tried my best to shake it off so I wouldn’t hold up the rest of the
group. We made it back to where we
parked, loaded up our shit, and headed back to home base.
nauseous. The pain was worse. I took a hot shower and felt a little
better. We went out to eat and I didn’t
drink anything except sweet tea. I ended
up drinking a beer later, but I didn’t feel good enough to drink the proper
amount to make the pain go away. I slept
like shit that night, of course.
The next day, we
skipped the bikes and hung out near the beach.
I hurt more, but I was able to drink enough to dull it a little.
We eventually drove
back home to Charlotte that evening, and when I got to bed I slept like shit again. The swelling and bruising was worse on
Monday, so I sought some medical attention.
A bunch of X-rays
later and it was confirmed. Badly
sprained wrist and two broken ribs (and lots of cuts and bruises.) It hurts when I laugh, cough, sneeze, move
around, and sleep. Pretty much
everything I do. I got some good pain
meds, but since I still have to go to work I can’t use them during the
day. Awesome. I was told that I’ll heal up in about six
weeks or so, and that I can start riding again as soon as I feel like it. However, riding on trails is a no go for a
So what does this
mean for my season? It’s over, at least
for a little while. I had this grand
plan of winning the Southern Classic Series again this year, and retiring from
cross country racing to focus on other shit.
Looks like that plan has been changed, and my retirement might be a
little early. I took a break from racing
to fix one medical issue, only to cause another. So much win.
I’ll be back on the
bike. And I’ll race again I guess. But winning (or even placing) in the Southern
Classic Series will be damn near impossible because when I finally get back to
it I’ll be too far behind to catch up.
I’ve accepted that, but I don’t know where to go from here. I’ll take the time to heal up properly, and
ride what I can in the meantime.
So yeah, it’s gonna
suck for a while I guess. Who gives a
shit. People have to deal with this kind
of crap all the time in sports. Why should
I be any different?