It was back to work after a week recovering from the 1/2 IM and Coach Joe wasn't messing around. 5hr ride followed by a 20' run. Oh, yeah. It's really hot. I was looking forward to it because I learned from the race that I need to incorporate bike/run bricks, train in the heat, and get a better handle on nutrition.
So, off I went, nutrition strategy and route well planned. I purposely took off at 7am so I can spend more time in the oven. I was feeling good and on my return from Rocky Pt, Long Island when it happened. 3 hours and 54 miles in, A-hole of the week decided to play Spy Hunter and clipped my front tire as we were approaching an intersection right in front of JT Mather Hospital in Mt. Sinai. I went down and deposited a significant amount of DNA on the pavement. Stunningly,
nobody stopped. Not the A-hole or anyone driving in all 4 directions. Unreal.
I cursed mightily and frequently, collected my bike, and gimped over to the ER. They began to check me in when all I wanted was to clean up and grab some band aides. The nicest nurse, Kathy Quaranta, hooked me up and wrapped my wounds so I could continue. Apparently, she's accustomed to dopes like me as her brother is competing in this week's full Ironman in Lake Placid. I had to improvise my aerobar position but riding the final 34 miles wasn't too bad. Made it home & quickly changed my shoes so I could complete the 20' run.
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| Ironically, I stopped to take this shot on the way out. Happy they're great at something that's so preventable. |
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| Mostly pissed about having to replace my bike shorts. |
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| Definitely saved my wrist. Apologized for calling it a piece of _ _ _ _ at last wk's race. |
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