Last Tuesday, the coughing and hacking continued, all night long according to Dominic. My DR called in 5 days of Prednisone for the inflammation. By Wednesday she decided to call in some antibiotics. I had suspected bronchitis. My inhalers weren’t working. Thursday I went to Hot Yoga hoping the 110 degree room would help my lungs. The stretching felt good.
Friday, I went to preview the Gun Club Cyclocross course, and I rode for 2 hours. I felt really good, aside from the coughing. I got in about 8 laps of a rippin’ fun course. The ground was moist and the air was HOT. I felt pretty good but deep down knew I shouldn’t race on Sunday. Though I was committed to working the race and had a free entry….
Fast forward 2 days to this morning at 2am.
Dominic: There is NO way you are racing, you haven’t stopped coughing all night!
Me: Shut up.
Dominic: Honey please listen to me.
I went back to sleep. The alarm went off at 6:30am and I fed the dogs and loaded up my gear. I left Dominic home in bed sleeping.
I arrived early for volunteer stuff, and then headed over to my car to get ready. I rode a lap before the first race started and then rode my trainer for a solid 20 minutes.
I watched my buddy Charles finish, the one armed cyclist, who raced in DC colors. Rad dude, very inspirational.
They started staging the women. There were 3xs the women then just 2 years ago. I was in the 2nd to last row. I had a lot of women to get around. We rode into the woods, my favorite part of the course. Then onto some gravel into a flat section of grass.
A double sandpit, and then a bunch of twisty turns in the grass and a clusterfuck of women who were getting off their bikes in tight sections. It was frustrating because I knew I could ride these sections.
Then into the woods on some gravely trails, a bridge, a rad creek crossing, with a monster hill to follow. I jumped off my bike and proceeded to run the hill, but it was tight and I had a bunch of women in front of me, walking, dragging ass up the hill. I was so frustrated, I yelled at them.
“It’s a RUN up ladies, not a walk!”.
At the top of the hill I passed a few of them and rode on.
I was feeling good, passed a few more women, and then after some more twists and turns, we made a hard left into a killer hill I was able to ride in practice, but all the girls were off the bikes, running it. So I did too. I came around the corner and onto a gravel turn, and BAM!
I was down. Chick behind me crashes on top of me. She was hurt. Our bikes were stuck together. My derailleur was stuck on a spoke. I got up, got the chick’s bike out of the way, and then I heard them calling for a medic. I looked down at my knee and saw a chunk of skin gone, blood was coming out, dripping down my legs. The pain was agonizing, but once I got my bike going, I hopped back on and started pedaling.
I finished the lap, only the pain was fucking thumping and I couldn’t pedal with my left leg. I ducked under the tape near my car and DNF’d. There was a girl I know who races with the elite 1/2′s who ran for ice. Her Mom pulled a big ass pebble out of my knee and there a lot of blood. It hurt SO bad. I wrapped it up and hobbled over to my car.
In tears, I drove myself to the ER for stitches.
It swelled up and was thumping pretty good.
They were more concerned about my cough. They gave me an asthma breathing treatment, x-rayed my lungs and knee. I have bronchitis, and no real damage to the knee except a big contusion. I feel like maybe I shouldn’t have gone to the ER, I only got 6 stitches, and a big fat ass bill coming my way. I need to HTFU more.
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