The Thing I’m Doing This Year #9
The plan is to wake up at 6 a.m., get my stuff on, grab some food and be on the road at 6:30 a.m., and on the trail by 7 a.m. That was the plan.
About 5 a.m., I’m laying in bed on my stomach. For me, sleeping is sort of a rotisserie experience. I can’t sleep in any one position for too long. So I flip to my left side and I hear two loud pops … my hip cradle and, I think, my back. Every since my bike accident my hip cracks. My doctor said that it’s completely possible that I have a hairline fracture. I don’t know about that, but I do know that my hip never cracked before the accident.
Most mornings Kirby lies next to me. Some mornings, after he’s been outside, he’ll jump over me from the middle of the bed to the edge of the bed and demand to be scratched. He did that this morning and I scratched him. When I stopped, he laid down. Naturally, now it was impossible for me to get out of bed.
Eventually, I get to the trail and head to the bathroom for final preparations. I’m a little nervous; it’s going to be my first time hiking to the incline sign in a long while. In the bathroom, Blake Shelton’s song, “Boys Round Here” plays. I smile. It’s the only country song on the play list. I think about my dad, he was a farmer. I think about Jon; he loved country music.
“The boys round here drinking that ice cold beer … “
I’m not nervous any more. I’m putting my game face on. Feeling cocky.
“ … talking bout girls, talking bout trucks, running them red dirt roads out kicking up dust.”
I’m ready to go kick some ass.
“The boys round here they’re keeping it country, ain’t a damn one know how to do the dougie.”
I’m smiling and I think, “I’m doing this one for Jon.”
Emotions are funny. In a millisecond, instantly, my lip starts to tremble and my eyes fill up with water. I walk outside trying to regain my composure, trying to get back to kicking some ass, but I can’t get a deep breathe, my nose is running and I feel like I’m having an asthma attack.
It took a while for my breathing to get back to normal. I miss my brother. Jon died in 2005 at the age of 43.
Lots of emotions lie just below the surface.
I hike okay. 63:42 to the incline sign, which I thought was okay considering I did three workouts in the four days prior. The best part again was the run down, although little spots in both ankles felt tweaked at the end. I need to get some rest if I wanna go fast and I need to get on the hill early, early, early. Too many people.
I’m doing the Tour de Cure this fall.
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