A Wedding Weekend

2011 Mileage: 3,637

A little over two weeks ago I did my first race on the road in a while and my first race after my DNF at Lumberjack and being sick for a couple of weeks. It was a fast race with a lot of guys riding in top form and the showing of a local cycling man of the hour, Alexey Vermeulen, who had just won the U-23 National Road Race. It seemed as though a lot of guys where watching his every move and weren't going to let him go anywhere.I sat in the field for the most part, trying to bridge to an attack here and there but never going on the offensive. At an average pace of over 28 mph it was way too fast for me to ever be on the attack. My average heart rate for the 2 hours was in the low 180's (really high) but at the same time I never really felt red lined and when I was in the field I had no problem recovering. I finished somewhere in the middle of the field not contesting the sprint since I was too far back to have a real go at it, probably around 20th.

Then it was over a week out of the saddle for Kate's Wedding and two days ago I did another Waterford Wednesday. Heart Rate was a little lower (high 170's) and the speed was a little slower (about 27.5 mph) but I could tell I lost some form in my time off (and put on some weight with all the wedding festivities). I was trying to mark some wheels early and put in way too hard of an effort in the first twenty minutes trying to bridge to an attack that I couldn't quite reach. I was red lined and then went back in to the field to try and recover. Recovery wasn't really happening as the pace was ramping way up and I was forced to continue chasing, but this time just to hold on to the pack. I hung in and recovered and by the time I was feeling like I had legs again there was a break with about a 30 second gap on the field. I went with a group that was trying to bridge and once again we got close but couldn't quite close it and I put myself in the red once again. After that I kept finding myself at the very back of the field just struggling to hold on. With about 30 minutes left my teammate Rob sat up and told me he was done. That put that thought in my head and after struggling to hold on to the back for another 15 minutes I did the same. There was no way I was going to do anything but finish and with two crits on Saturday I decided to save the legs from any further destruction.

I think the look on my face here says a lot, and this was only about 30 minutes in to the action.At least I've got a great reason for being a bit out of shape right now, my little sister got married! It was basically four days of parties over the Fourth of July weekend with rehearsal dinner Friday, golf outing and barbecue Saturday, wedding Sunday, and Barbecue at our house Sunday. It was great to see all the family and friends who came in to town (and the ones who are from here and I don't see very often). I'm so happy for Kate and Andrew and it was a beautiful wedding on a perfect summer day. I also got to walk the aisle with my two favorite ladies, my Mom because my Dad was obviously walking Kate and Linz since we were matched up in the wedding party.I was also honored that Kate and Andrew asked me to do a reading at the ceremony. I read an excerpt from Captain Correlli’s Mandolin and I had a few people ask me about it so I thought I'd just post it here.

Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your root was so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being in love, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Those that truly love have roots that grow towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms have fallen from their branches, they find that they are one tree and not two.

Now that the party is over and I showed myself just how much fitness I lost on Wednesday it's time to get back to work here and put in some hard days in the saddle and shed the 9 pounds I somehow put on in 4 days. I'm about half way there on the weight but that still doesn't put me anywhere close to the final goal of 180 lbs. Next on the schedule is Block O Crit down in Columbus, OH tomorrow. It is going to be a two race day with at 3/4 crit and then a 4/5 crit an hour later. Never raced this way before so we'll see how it goes.