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With five weeks left to train for the Dirty Kanza 200, it makes sense that I would be stepping it up a notch or two preparing my body for such a grueling event.
Yesterday, Sunday, my big ride day, I did something I haven’t done in awhile.
I woke up and went to the bathroom like usual. As I took care of business, I heard the howling wind outside. It was summoning me to a punishing duel. I then came to the realization of how sore my muscles were.
Friday, my son and I worked the free weights and chased that with a five mile run, or slow jog in my case. Then I sat in the car on the way to Kansas City to sit some more and watch my soon to be brother in law compete in a body building competition. At some point on Saturday, I raced Melissa to a storefront, and I felt just a bit sore, but not bad.
I drove back home in the pouring rain. The hard rain made the lanes difficult to see at night as I navigated through Kansas City.
This series of events, by the feeling I had as I tried to get up from the throne, was the perfect recipe to facilitate lactic acid buildup in every muscle fiber of my body.
I thought for a short fraction of a second about preparing a power breakfast, but instead I slowly climbed back into bed, cuddled up to Jen and went back to sleep. Cuddle time has been in short supply these days, with me leaving for all day rides on Sunday, Jen teaching Holy Yoga on Saturdays and that pesky thing called work waking me up the rest of the days.
Jen, in her ever so manipulative sweet voice said something about spending the day with her as we cuddled in the warmth of bodies and blankets. That sounded like a very good idea. Why in the hell would I want to leave the confines of the most comfortable place on earth to go and fight with the cold Kansas wind?
So Jen and I spent the day together, just chilling. The kids were there somewhere, but it was a day for Jen and I. I rather enjoyed it. Yes, I felt guilty by the end of the day for not riding at all last weekend, but this was time well spent.
Just so it’s out there for everyone in the world to read, I love my wife. Our relationship has been the adventure of my life. Thank God we held on even when it seemed hopeless there for a while. Making it through those hellish times whether it be on the bike (token bike reference) or in marriage makes the cyclist or the relationship that much stronger. Once again the best advice I have to make it through the worst part of a journey is to keep pedaling. (I am assuming everyone goes through their journeys on a bike, there’s no better way) I hope I can remember that during the worst parts of the DK 200.
Thanks Jen, for a great Sunday.
JenBen
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