I am not a happy camper tonight. I'm just coming down from a wash of emotions: anger, rage, pain, and humiliation are the main ones. So what happened?
The idea was to leave work early, get the bike ride done while the weather was nice, and BBQ for when Linda got home. Simple, right? Not so fast. A meeting at work went longer than anticipated. All good stuff, but still. My accountant let me know my corp taxes were done and I could drop by anytime to review them. She's going on vacation soon, and I like to get these things done and over with. It didn't actually take that long, but her office is in the beltline area, so it's a bit out of my way. On the way home I stopped at the store to pick up some supplies, including date newtons to try on my next ride.
By this time I was hungry, and the clouds were looking more threatening. BBQ some steak, and had a small bit of steak and some salad for supper. While doing the BBQ I was out looking at the clouds. It was getting cooler, and there was a thunderstorm watch on the weather page. The workout was some interval hard, harder, hardest stuff, and I thought it might be a good idea to do that on the trainer, and avoid the weather and all the stuff that goes with being on the road. First link in the chain.
I also thought it would be a good idea to swap the good tire I just bought off the bike and put on the trainer tire. Second link.
This is where the Grrrrr starts. I got the good tire and tube off ok. It's a measure of how far things went awry that I'm congratulating myself for getting that much right. I also decided that rather than using a brand new tube, I'd use some of the old patched ones where I wasn't just totally 100% sure of how airtight they really were, since after all, they only had to hold air a couple hours. This was good.
I struggled and struggled with the trainer tire. I kept saying to myself, I've done this before why am I having such a hard time? Grumpiness set in. Then impatience. The tube wasn't cooperating, and the tire is a bitch to get over the rim. I broke one of the cheap plastic tire "irons". Now I'm getting angry and prying the shit out of it trying to get it on. I just assumed there had to be a pinch flat in there once I got the tire on, and sure enough I was right.
Ripped that all off again. It wasn't just a pinch, it was an actual tear. Cut that tube apart and threw it out. Started all over again, trying to be patient and careful. At one point my hands slipped and I bent back my thumbnail. Ouch. I spent a lot of time trying to stuff the tube in there, and get the tire over the rim. No way I could do it with my hands, but eventually got it on. Pumped it up. hisssssssssss. Shit. Grrrrr.
Pulled the tire apart. Turns out the patch hadn't totally sealed up the hole. Cut that one apart and threw it away. By this time I'm thoroughly pissed off. I'm happy I didn't ruin any new tubes, but that's about all that can be said for the evening so far. I came upstairs to give myself a break for a minute, only to discover the clouds had all blown away and it's a beautiful evening for a ride. Well, shit. More Grrrrrr. At this point I no longer trust myself to put the good road tire and tube back on, and I've been putzing around for so long that doing the ride as scheduled would put me into riding in the dark even if I went on the hybrid.
I'm tired and cross. I should do the core, but I'm not going to. Normally, I say that if you wait till you're in the right mood to do something, you'll be waiting a long time. Mostly, training has to happen regardless of what sort of mood you're in. But I'm angry at myself, and know that I'd most likely be trying to rush it to get it over with. Which increases the likelihood of injury, which would really get me angry. And doing it fast isn't particularly effective, which means I wouldn't be proud of the workout even if I got through it all. And if I didn't get through it, or parts of it, I'd be getting more angry about that.
Some times it's best to call it a day and go to bed. Which is going to happen soon. I only hope I got to sleep and not have my mind playing it all over and over again. Once was bad enough.
Yikes! Bad night. If it's any consolation, lines like thisReplyDelete
I spent a lot of time trying to stuff the tube in there, and get the [illegible] over the rim. No way I could do it with my hands, but eventually got it on
kinda read like good Kanadian porno, when properly edited and taken out of context.
But that's the best I got for ya.
Better luck tonight!
Good one G. Actually made me laugh.ReplyDelete
Sorry your workouts didn't happen for you.ReplyDelete
Changing a flat is what scares me the most about cycling. One of these days my luck is going to run out and I will get one during a race! (Just not this weekend, k?)
when any of the six or so people i ride with gets a flat its "Spaaaaaarfy!! come fix this." so i have tons of hints and tricks if you want to hear them.ReplyDelete