Tuesday was fun. It was faster, and steady. Kept the front-rushers at bay. Well, except for S3. He did his normal 'hide-in-the-back-out-of-the-breeze-then-attack-to-the-parking-lot' bullshit.
Think it might be time to start imposing my will...
No ridey Thursday, as I got a much needed spinal alignment. Who knew that doing construction on Service Course would make me crooked? Oh, that's right...I did.
No one rode Saturday morning...except me. I went out on the Salsa to enjoy the morning.
The first half of the ride was just that, quite enjoyable. Just turned over the pedals. No plan. No rush.
About half way around the loop, I caught a wasp in the mouth. In my haste to extricate the large, stingy bastard, he got me twice. Once on the tongue, and once on the lip. Super...
You think you know pain. I did. I have an above average pain threshold. This was different.
I've always assumed getting hit by lightning really hurt. Now, I know.
I can only describe the sensation as such...
Attach jumper cables to your ears, then have someone hit the switch.
There no waves of pain. It was all at once, and all over my head. Tongue, lip, teeth, jaw. The headache was immediate. My nose began to run, and did not stop. I salivated like a St. Bernard at the dentist.
I had to keep riding. Have I mentioned I'm allergic to stings? Yeah...keep riding...
Tongue? Swollen. Lip? Same. My jaw ached like I'd been punched by Iron Mike.
I was an hour from home when I got stung. By the time I hit Service Course, my eye was swelling shut, and my breathing was wheezy and labored. The allergy is bad enough. I'm guessing taking two hits to the mouth isn't optimal.
The Boss was panicky. I told her to move out of my way.
Into the fridge for the Epi-Pen. Bam! Right in the hip flexor! Grabbed the Benadryl and chewed up 4.
Then into the cold shower.
The next couple of hours was a shitshow on par with the Republican Convention. Waves of nausea, dizziness, confusion, all punctuated by the effects of the Epi. Nothing like being sleepy and manic at the same time.
I drank about 2 quarts of water, then gave in. Sleepy time. I got up, ate some dinner, and went back to bed.
Woke up Sunday, feeling meh, but kitted up and rode anyway. Should have stayed in bed.
Benadryl will, in fact, sit on your HR. I could ride, but once the road turned up, and my HR was required to go above about 120, I was cooked.
It made the three hours seem a little bit longer. Once home, the wheels came off. Corpo went to the pool, and I passed the F out. Three hours on the couch. Woke up dry. Never been so dry. Drank everything in the house. Sorry about the Kool-Aid kids...
Bed came early. And it was HARD sleep. Never heard the Boss leave this morning.
Feeling better today. Tongue is sore, but everything else seems to be getting back to baseline.
Just remember...
And it seems the ASO has shut down all pirate video clips of yesterday's Tour finish. They've also disabled embedding. Here's the LINK for the last km of Stage 21.
Sagan was COMING at the end.
And I was told this weekend that everyone needs a computer with cadence on their bikes. I responded with the tried and 100% true...
'The proper cadence is whatever doesn't get you dropped...'
If riding at 100rpm keeps you in the game, have at it. I can tell you though, after DECADES of doing this, there are times when mashing the living shit out of the pedals @ 80rpm (or lower) is beneficial to survival.
FACT.
Peace and Phil grease. Time to get my day started. Have a solid Monday.
1 comment:
Should never try to perform cunni-wasp-us on those little creatures. Glad you healed up.
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