[Mood: Happy ] [Currently: Working on the computer (sending out press releases for Encino\'s ne ]
My son [successfully] rode his bike without training wheels for the first time today.
He really likes riding his bicycle.
[Mood: Hypnotized ] [Currently: Watching Tour of Qatar (tape) ]
Apologies for the long break since my last post.
I've been training pretty hard.
My wife counted it up and pointed out I'm currently riding more hours a week than I ever did before my accident
I've been using the (SRM) power meter alot in training on the track.
Among the things I've learned is the benefit of keeping the power fluctuations in check
- a little less fatigue.
I also finally took delivery of an Ergomo power meter for my road bike.
As soon as I can figure out how to get screen shots to jpegs I'll post some power profiles.
You might be impressed with my power, but not my power to weight.
Although, I'm actually loosing weight.
I was around 200 lbs. a year ago (pre-accident),
and this week I dipped under 180 (even less than before I started riding again).
I've had some mechanicals over the last few weeks.
First a broken spoke (rear wheel)
then a cut tyre (front wheel)
then a tyre blow out (rear wheel - after spoke repair)
then speed pick up problems (SRM pickyness with magnet positions on spare wheels).
I finally just said to **** with it and put continental sprinter gatorskins on my tubular wheels.
Not lightweight, or compliant, but they should be bullet proof.
Anyway, the big news is that today I went as fast as I did once two years ago for the 3km.
Not as fast as I want to be going, but back where I was once was and well on my way.
[Mood: Hypnotized ] [Currently: Working ]
Last night I finally was able to ride on the track with my arms in the time trial bar extensions.
This was huge for me.
For weeks I've been testing myself on the apron,
and for weeks, I've had too much restriction in my hips range of motion
to pedal a reasonable cadence while "laid out" in the extensions of the time trial bars.
Today is the 11 month anniversary of the crash.
I still have a long way to go to get where I want to be,
but I'm getting great coaching and therapy and signs like this tell me I'm getting there.
No, I didn't compete on the boards, but my body is letting me know it noticed the long hours I put in as a volunteer starting Thursday night, and ending after almost everyone was gone on late Sunday afternoon.
Not that I didn't enjoy it, and revel in the few stolen glimpses of athletes I know and have watched train at ADT competing to the best of their abilities.
(and boy do I love the sound of riders in full flight on that wooden marvel!)
The world cup also seems to be part reunion, as people who don't see each other regularly all seem to converge for those few, intense, days.
Although my patience wore thin as the days wore on,
I was glad to have played my part in creating a smoothly running competition.
If you weren't there, you missed something special.