Sunday, August 19, 2007

Those who can't race....

- Jockstrap for their team at the State Team Time Trial championships, in the rain. My early morning assistance and meticulous split time recording still did nothing to help my team to:

- wake up to their alarm clock;
- make the Zipp valve stem understand that air needs to go inside the tubular, not out;
- remember when to be at the start with their 3 other teammates;
- take the left turn instead of a right turn.

Still, they ended up 3rd out of 5th, but easily could have taken silver if not for said events. Big congrats to the Byrne ladies for SMOKING the field by +5 mins to take the gold. Their time would have gotten them bronze in the 1-2-3s! It was also fun to see Juice out there in the red Ti train on their way to 1-2-3 silver. Stage races, time trials, Elite track Nats....girl's got it goin' on.

- Get up to their elbows in blue dye and green satin and and pink fuzz and all matter of things that make Burning Man the most festive and colorful destination ever. I've also bought an assortment of fake flowery things to make Katrina my dryad chariot for next week's adventure.

- Wake up to a fuzzy face that does not require a can of cat food and actually encourages you to stay in bed.

- Become fascinated by Myers-Brigg in our work communication "therapy" sessions and how my INFPness is systematically designed to drive my ENTJ boss completely insane (mission accomplished!). An even better revelation is that my personality is likened to Calvin from Calvin & Hobbes - I waiver back and forth between fantasy and reality and enjoy bringing my stuffed animals to life. Duh. I asked Penguin and he thinks you realists are totally lame.


- Start to feel their daily energy becoming better. I can commute to work 2x/week and not have to take a nap when I get home and can recover well the next day. My teammates have been the most amazing support during all of this. One has fibromyalgia and was so bad in 2000 that she had to leave her high-level marketing job because she couldn't even work, so she just slept all day at home for months in addition to being in a lot of pain. The next 5 years were a gradual test of getting out of bed, volunteering a few hours/day, to finally working part time then full time. Finally she was able to become active again and even race. "Two steps forward, one step back," was her motto and said that's the only way you can come back from chronic fatigue. It's a constant test of how high you can stack your pennies without them falling. Right now I'm only about 3 pennies high.

(btw, if you have a ridiculously annoying disease, our team is recruiting new members - girls and boys! Join us for lively discussions of bikes, gear, watts, heart rates, food, hoohoos, and enough medical mumbo jumbo to fulfill 5 college credits. Healthy people encouraged to join too.)

3 comments:

Lisa Picard said...

Great to see you out there! Thanks for the splits on the TTT. Look forward to seeing more of you in the coming season. Cheers, Lisa

Jess said...

Maybe I will come 'meet the team'! I hardly ever ride with groups since there's nfw I could keep up with a .83 ride.

In ridiculous disease news... I have been feeling mysteriously better lately, and I don't know why. It's great, but also lame because I don't know when/if it will suddenly go away.

Also I have a new rheumatologist who might be the real thing... huzzah!

jillita said...

Yea for feeling better! Take it while you can, just don't overdo it. I gave my teammates authority to take away all my pedals if I get too frisky and think I have my superpowers back.

Some people might just go to Seward Park on our MTTR, me included, if you want to come say hi. It's my goal to make it all the way around the south end without relapsing. Big dreams....