In which the doubting game isn't as much fun as I can make it look
Of all the skills endurance riders gain through the sport,
I get consistently top marks in
the ability to doubt my own judgement.
Last Sunday, the plan was to ride two loops with a "vet check" in the middle, for a total of 25 miles. Not necessarily fast, but steady.
The problem: we both ran out of givadamn after riding about 15 miles in the rain.
|Screen capture of the GPS track, the deets are HERE.|
Basically: 17 miles in 3 and a half hours, which is average for us in training
In the ever-fascinating game of Doubt Myself, I came up with the following:
- What if she's not yet recovered from the stifle injury last year?
- What if the spring grass (and we have a lot of it) is making her feet sore?
- What if the spring grass (see above) is giving her a bellyache?
- What if she's colicky?
- What if she's got some new undiagnosed injury that I'm too stupid to see?
- What if she's gorked herself in this stupid weather?
- What if she's is teetering on the edge of imminent death, and if I ride one more mile she'll keel over?
This wonderful game would be no fun if I didn't run around wildly in the other direction:
- At her chiro/re-check appointment 2 weeks ago "Doctor Dear" called Fiddle SOUND.
|Biggify for deets. Vet comment : |
"Fiddle jogged out sound on hard ground...really good!"
- Fee DID have a bit of gas colic on Friday afternoon, which was quickly resolved by a few belly lifts (followed by an enormous fart)
- She is now on limited grass until the sugars slow down
- My Dragon gets bored on trail alone, so I've been trying to meet up with other riders as often as possible
- Riding in the rain really does get old...and cold...and kinda miserable
- It's been a week and she hasn't keeled over dead yet.
|Not dead yet. Not even pining for the fjords.|
And then there was this:
We're going to try a long ride again tomorrow, if the weather doesn't completely collapse around our ears.
|Zoombutt...when she chooses it|
Wish us luck!