Overall, I would have to say that my training has been going pretty well. There are have been some up and down, and I've had good days, and I've had few bad. I'm still paying regular visits to the massage therapist and chiropractor for routine maintenance. The massages often leave me begging for mercy. I wonder if he gets pleasure inflicting that kind of pain on paying clients. Sometimes I have little bruises that remind me of the torture sessions. As much as it might hurt, the massages are great. They help work out all the little knots and kinks in my muscles. Most of the time I walk in feeling perfectly fine and unaware of just how tight and knotted up I actually am.
After a swim session on Wednesday my shoulder began hurting. I recognized this feeling and knew I had to get into to see Ron, my chiropractor, ASAP. Luckily he had an opening on Friday. He began with a little ART. I promised him I wouldn't give him any bad publicity by talking about why I dropped a couple of F-bombs during the session, so I won't give details. I will say that at one point he asked me if I was going to cry. I did not! When he was done he let me pick out the color of Rock Tape that he used to tape up my shoulder. It feels a lot better, but I'm really not sure what the tape is supposed to do for me, other than leave some pretty interesting tan lines. It's also going to limit my outfit choices when I go out to dinner later this evening. Today I had a 3 hour bike ride. Because of the much welcomed rain we've been getting, my backup plan for was to ride the Ironman Arizona course on the computrainer. Luckily, the rain held off and I got to ride outside. Typically an August ride in Texas is HOT HOT HOT, but today was nice. Lots of clouds and just a little wind. Not everyone was happy about us being on the road. A car, going in the opposite direction as us, yelled, "Get the @#%$*!) out of the road!" I'm not sure why these people feel the need to harass us. We have just as much right to the road as they do, and we were following all the traffic laws. Anytime I've encountered this type of behavior, it's almost always some guy in a big pick up truck! I wonder how he would like it if someone yelled at his daughter, wife, mother, or sister the way he yelled at us. Do these people really think we are going to stop riding? Perhaps he should put down his Big Gulp and honey bun and go for a bike ride. Even though these people anger me, I can't help but feel sorry for them. They are obviously unhappy people who feel the need to be mean to others from the comfort of their gas guzzlers. In all fairness, not every motorist on the road is a jerk to cyclist. Jeneen and I noticed a woman smile as she watched us ride by this morning. It was nice. I hope she had a wonderful day:)
"A bicycle ride is a flight from sadness." ~~ James Starr
