It’s been some time. I’ll give a quick update. I’ve been feeling tireless on the bike which is a good thing but dead off the bike. This isn’t a cry for help but rather myself acknowledging that my bike is my vise and fuck sleep.
Nearly every weekend has been an abbreviated trip to my dad’s in Pa. He is on hospice with fulltime live in care. I typically ride 10-15 hours a week, mostly high recovery, low z2. I throw in an effort here and there as well as hour newest Sandy Hook Hour of Power unofficial circuit race on Saturday mornings. I love racing but really have no goals other than to keep getting PRs. The plateau stuff is for the birds.
I raced Mohican a few weeks back and got 7th ss and I think 31st overall in 8:31. That was a PR on a course not really suited to my style. Hoping for a better finish at Wilderness.
Anyways, I have been doing 90% solo riding/training and too much drinking. This is part of what I do when I am emotional I guess. I don’t usually show it but a mixed state of discontent and sadness tells me different. Mom, bro and now dad on the way out is a tough pill to swallow. My older bro has ptsd and I swear my sister has munchhausen syndrome. Oh well, life’s a bitch.
In closing this bit I will say I have the greatest family I can imagine. Despite all the sadness at the moment my wife and kids really support me and make me happy. Hopefully I’ll see you guys at LewMo or Challenger this weekend. Or maybe I’ll be at ringwood. Who knows. Life goes on. Here are some pics.