I’m not sure if that’s what I’d call what I have been doing for the past few days,but I’m looking on the lemonade side of this maggot infested pile of rotten lemons.  (reference to the garbage can filled with maggots yesterday…..mmmmmm)

 

Still ‘recovering’ from that simple little calf strain a few days ago.  I even went so far as to try a bath of Epsom salt in hope of curing it.  Perhaps I can find Mr. Miyagi and have him rub his hands together and touch my leg.  In a non-alter boy type of way…

 

In true “I’m an Ironman athlete,I’m invincible,I can’t possibly be hurt” kinda way,I put an hour and a half on the trainer yesterday as a test on the calf.  The great news is no pain while riding.  Zip,Zero,Zilch!  The bad news is,it hurts when I pee walk.  Like Whoa kinda hurt.  Hopefully with a whopping 6 days until go time, I will recover and be able to run.  Well, at least “run” in the sense of shuffle that is part of a race this long.  Other wise I might have to just pull the plug at the start of the run.  Aqua bike? 

 

Though I think life is throwing something challenging into the works.  As if a 140.6mile race isn’t enough to consume your thoughts and energy on its own.  Let’s throw into it a bike that has a smidgen of an issue along with that busted up calf.  This morning as I sit in the plastic Adirondack chair,that has never seen theAdirondacks,sipping on my coffee and listening to the news on the radio.  I gazed longingly at Shiva and decided that the sexy smile she was giving in return suggested she was desperate for me to mount.  I took my shirt off in true romance novel fashion tearing it at the seams exposing my rippling abs and bulging biceps…… eh….ok,so it was a sweatshirt and I’m sure the abs were the bulging portion.  Anyways.  After a short spin Shiva decided to point out that it wasn’t a mounting that she was after.  She stopped shifting.  A newly charged battery and she was back…… and then she wasn’t?  Don’t fail me now!  I decided that sometimes you just can’t ‘finish’ and I dismounted my lovely steed and took a cold (hot) shower.  Disgusted with how she was treating me with such a short time to my quickly approaching race.  After I was cleansed of the beads of sweat dripping from my brow (and perhaps tears of sorrow from my cheek) I,like any abused lover came groveling back.  I caressed her with a silky rag covered in her favorite flavor of perfume,ode de la wD40.  After the complete rub down complete with undercarriage cleansing I re-installed the battery and tried for a shift.  Ever so delicately and precisely she responded.  Not once,but several times.  I kissed her seat as any good man should do,I gave her the most fancy shoes in the closet and hung her high on the wall shiny and beautiful.  She knows she is only to be ridden on race day.  I have dirty girls that get the daily rides and they are the ones that are to be ridden hard and put away wet.  When it comes to show time,when the big guns need to be brought out,THEN and only then will Shiva join in the mix.  Cooter,I hope you enjoy your time on the trainer for a while as Shiva regains her place high on the totem pole.  Know that even the fluffer has to get some credit sometimes….

 

Hmmmm…… didn’t see that post going in that direction…