Out of the blue, my foot started swelling up yesterday. Clearly its the same problem I've been having and why it swells, I have no idea. I've been to three doctors, had x-ray and bone scans done but no one can figure it out. ARRGGGUHHHHH! Mont Tremblant is only 38 days away. Luckily, I have lots of anti-inflam pills left over from the last episode. Let's hope the pain goes away and stays away.
So instead of doing today's schedule workout which was a weird ride the trainer for 30 minutes and then run outside/ride trainer/run outside/ride trainer/run outside etc, I opted just to do a 100 minute ride outside. As we move further away from the longest day of the year (June 21st), the sun is rising later and later. I left the house just after 5:30 am and while the sun wasn't up yet, it was light enough to ride. The plan was just to ride straight north and hit some nasty hills 45 minutes away. As I approached a stoplight, I slowed down and looked to see if I could just blow through the intersection but there were cars coming. I tried to unclip my left foot but I didn't tighten the strap very much because of my swollen foot. I tried to turn my shoe to unclip but my foot just turned in my shoe and TIIIMMMMMBBBBBEEEERRRR. I fell over with a thud. I'm sure the people in the car beside me had a good early morning laugh. This was the first time I've fallen over and I swore it would happen to others but not me. Welcome to the club
A I rode north, I stopped to snap this nice picture of the sun coming up.
One of the things I like about where I live, I only have to ride two kilometers north and I'm in farm country.
After riding north for 45 minutes, I hit the hills which are part of the same terrain as the twin peaks except they are one road over. I ended up riding 12 hill repeats and really struggled on the last hill and just to make things more interesting, I didn't use it in the easiest gear. It sure beats riding the trainer for 90 minutes in my basement.
This is an easier week than last week. Only 17.5 hours but I already skipped Monday's workout. I was so tired from Sundays 6 hour ride and 40 minute run, there was no way I could ride Monday morning and in fact I actually slept in.
Lance Armstrong Wants To Tell Nation Something But Nation Has To Promise Not To Get Mad
DALLAS—Saying that it would probably be best if everyone sat down for this, seven-time Tour de France winner Lance Armstrong informed the U.S. populace Thursday that he wanted to tell it something, but that the nation first had to promise it wouldn't get angry once he did.
"Look, I'm not going to sugarcoat this. It's bad," Armstrong said during the nationally televised press conference. "But you have to swear to God that you won't get mad when I tell you, because if you get upset and yell about how you're really disappointed I'm just going to walk out of here."
"Okay?" Armstrong continued. "You guys promise?"
Armstrong then took a deep breath, massaged his forehead, murmured "Oh boy, here we go," and appeared for several moments to be on the verge of telling the nation his news. He seemed to lose his focus, however, commenting that it wasn't as if anything he was about to say would diminish the fact that he beat cancer or that his foundation has donated more than $250 million to cancer research.
In addition, Armstrong said the American people had to promise that, following his announcement, they would resist the urge to remove their Livestrong bracelets and throw them away or burn them.
"Okay, there's no easy way to put this, but, well, you guys know how I won a record seven consecutive Tours de France between 1999 and 2005?" said Armstrong, who took a sip of water as his hand visibly shook. "Well, this has to do with that. It also has to do with this impending federal investigation of my cycling team. What it absolutely does not have anything to do with is the fact that I am an inspiration to cancer sufferers worldwide—cancer sufferers who could potentially experience serious physical and emotional setbacks if you break your promise and get mad at me."
Throughout the preamble to his announcement, onlookers reported getting the impression that Armstrong felt some need to defend what he was about to tell the country. The world's most successful cyclist spent almost 25 minutes telling the nation that, as a top-level international athlete, one has to do certain things to remain competitive; that he has no regrets; and that, given the chance to live his life again, he would do everything again the same way.
Armstrong also repeatedly mentioned that he had beaten cancer.
"You have to understand—in the high-pressure world of competitive cycling, it's all about getting any advantage you can," Armstrong said. "And if we were being realistic, we'd have to admit that everyone in cycling was trying to get an advantage. So, in a way, if we were all trying to get the same advantage, then the playing field was still completely equal. So I was still the best. It makes sense when you look at it that way. And nothing I am about to tell you changes that. So, when I'm finished saying what I have to say, you all have to promise to still adore me."
"In fact, if you don't still adore me, and you suddenly get all huffy and say that I wasn't really a hero all these years, you are in the wrong here, not me," Armstrong added. "You. Not me."
Armstrong then stood, paced back and forth for a moment, shook his head, and returned to the microphone.
"You guys are not making this easy for me, that's for damn sure," he said. "This really shouldn't be hard. Because it's actually not even really that big of a deal. At all. Frankly, I don't even know why I'm here right now."
Armstrong reiterated for a fifth and sixth time that he had beaten cancer.
"Okay, here goes," Armstrong said. "Um, in the late '90s and early 2000s, I took, um… You see, in order to give myself a better chance of winning, I… Yes, there were instances during the Tour when…"
"You know what? I forgot what I was going to say," Armstrong added. "Sorry. I feel like an idiot. Have a nice afternoon."
On other news, I'm off to Mont Tremblant for a training weekend






