Fractured Easter

Well, after our slew of great weekends, our good fortune ran out.  Friday morning I finally came to terms with the fact that I had trained myself into my first overuse injury ever - sesamoiditis.  I had actually told Justin that at some point in my "down time" I wanted to do some research on athletes, injuries, and getting through setbacks.  


About 11:40 Justin was heading out to do a training ride at lunch while I ran a few errands (trying to get stuff together for metatarsal pads for my injured foot, actually).  I was in Target when my phone rang just after noon.  Justin said he had gone down on his bike and was badly injured and I had to come get him.  It was fragmented, but I set down my basket and hobbled out of the store as fast as I could and took off down the road.  Of course, I hit every light and was behind every slow person out driving around.


My phone rang again down the street from where Justin was waiting, and he was calling again.  A woman came on the line and said he wanted me to make a decision about whether or not to call an ambulance.  I arrived a minute later to a landscaping truck and trailer on the side of the road and Justin laying bloody on the ground beside it.  

I think he hit the trailer pretty much head on.  His Specialized S-Works helmet likely saved his life.

The helmet is severely dented in the front, and the foam completely broke apart; just as it should have done.  Planning on taking it to Rock N' Road at some point to send back to Specialized (with a thank you note).  His bike frame (2009 Tarmac SL2), sadly, is destroyed.

I called 911 shortly after arriving, and we waited a few minutes for it to show up.  I had no idea what to do.  I've never been on the scene of an accident, much less been directly involved.  I took a few pictures... obviously.  Not sure if the EMT's thought I was weird or what.

I headed out to the ER where they thought they'd take him and made a call in to work that I was at the ER and likely out for the rest of the afternoon.  I had no idea what was wrong with Justin, but they had put him in a brace and on a backboard before taking him due to the neck pain complaint.

Once there I had to fill out some paper work, and the instant I was by his bedside in the ER I was paying the co-pay.  They'd asked Justin for payment, but he left his wallet in his other pants.

I was absolutely starving and feeling faint, so when they took Justin out for x-ray's I ran over to work to get my stuff and grab my lunch.  When I came back, some time before 2:30, they were planning to have him transported to the other area hospital for an MRI.  He wanted to be off the back board, but everyone kept saying no way, and to not move his head.  At all.  Kind of scary.

When he left for the MRI I went home for a few, and rushed back, beating him by about 45 minutes.  In the meantime, I'd posted up on Facebook the picture of him with his head strapped to the board, covered in red gauze.

My dad came over and kept us company for a little while after dinnertime.  We saw the neck x-ray with the tear drop fracture, and some of the techs tried to keep Justin a little cleaner.

Justin was in surprisingly good spirits.  That is, until he finally decided he wanted meds, just before the ortho surgeon came in to clean out his knee.  They brought the meds about 15 minutes too late.  He was in a lot of pain as the doctor prodded, poked, and started to cleanse the wound.  It got bandaged up, and Justin started to get drowsy.

Not long after the general surgeon came back to stitch up his face.  It had to have been around 11pm.

I was exhausted and frustrated.  Justin was hungry and groggy, feeling nauseous.  They kept promising us admittance, and then everyone would disappear.  They couldn't feed Justin, and everything took forever (IV, pain meds, answers).  Due to a few random complications it was 1 am before he got into a room and settled.  He was out of his bike kit (the jersey was cut off at the MRI by an upset tech - had zippers and his pockets were full of keys and food), but never really cleaned up.  I left to go home as I needed sleep and a clear head.

Once home I did sleep, for 5 or so hours, before getting up and rushing back to the hospital.  My dad stopped by again that morning and hung out for awhile as we waited for answers.  We thought Justin would be discharged Saturday afternoon.  The doctors didn't come around much, didn't say much when they did, and the nurses couldn't tell us anything.  We watched TV, and then mostly spent time on the phone or texting to keep in touch with everyone.

Finally Saturday late morning Justin was allowed food.  He was ecstatic and his mood immediately improved, even if he was only allowed pudding and jello.

That afternoon a PT showed up to "walk" Justin around.

His knee was fine for weight-bearing, as tolerated.  His neck made getting up and down painful, and his left shoulder was bad off as well, we didn't know why.  He made a short trek down the hall before heading back to bed and needing more pain meds.

A bit later a second PT arrived to give him his real neck brace.  I requested numerous times throughout the day for his neck and head to be cleaned up when his brace was changed out, since no one had ever cleaned his neck or head after the accident.  The PT was awesome and really helped to get off some of the dried blood.  The nurse?  Not so much.

I ran out of food and water, and was getting antsy, so it was nice when my dad came back to take me out for some food.  I remembered on my way out that Luke was on his way over, so Justin wasn't going to be left alone.  Was very thankful for Luke keeping him company; it really helps to pass the time and take our minds off of the inevitable.

After dinner my dad ran me around looking for blueberry muffins and easter candy (yeah surprisingly hard to find a single Cadbury Egg the night before Easter).  Got back to the hospital room and sat around watching TV until a friend from work came in late.  I didn't know anything about visiting hours.  The nurse came in around 10:30 and asked me if I was going to the stay the night.  Justin wanted me there so he didn't have to worry about not being able to breathe as he slept (a side effect of the trauma to his neck).  I said I was.  She told me I couldn't.  So, I left.

I wasn't "tired" when I get home, but eventually went to bed and slept.  Until before 2 am when Justin called me, since he couldn't breathe when he fell into a deep sleep.  He kept getting woken up by the machine yelling that he didn't have enough oxygen in his blood.  The nurses couldn't understand his problem (literally), and weren't any help.  I felt helpless, and was really worried.

The next morning he said they finally took him for another CT scan overnight.  I spent some time cooking some food that needed to be cooked at home before heading to the hospital.  His mom and sister were there.  It was Easter morning.  Oh.  Yeah.

I dressed up and everything.

I was going to wear this Saturday night at the Women of Dirt premiere in Hollywood.

After his mom left my dad came over, and Nancy and Roger weren't far behind.  It made the morning go by pretty fast.  We decided to sit back and watch "The Blindside" (yeah we're going to catch up on the movies we've missed the past 4 years).

Gettin' used to the new digs

My dad came over again and took me out for dinner.  While I was gone a guy from college that we also worked with stopped by and kept Justin company.  Such perfect timing!

I decided to sleep there that night (just laid down and once we were sleeping no one asked me to leave) to make Justin feel better and so he could finally get some sleep.  And, he did.  He got a good solid night's sleep.

Monday we got up kind of late, and I got dressed listening to the rain pour down outside.  The general surgeon finally showed up before 9 and said after a few things that Justin could start the process of being discharged.  We also were finally told of the two additional fractures in his neck that they had seen 24 hours before and not told us about.

I was pretty happy, and with some of the incompetence around there, I think Justin was also.

Now we're back home, trying to re-adjust to life as "normal".  We've got doctor's appointments and follow-ups coming.  Not sure how to deal with returning to work or anything just yet.  Justin can't drive until his braces come off and we have no idea when he might return to work.

Training is off the books for now (even for me, obviously), and so is racing.  It's disappointing to know that we were both on track for a great season, and it's being cut short, but the fact is that I'm happy Justin is alive and able to move and will be fine once this is all over.

I said it almost 7 years ago, and I say it again:

I, Allison, take you, Justin, for my lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part.

Thank you to everyone that has taken time to stop by and visit!  We both appreciate all of the offers to assist as well.  Some people that know us might realize that Justin and I are fairly self-sufficient and take care of things just the two of us.  If I knew what to ask for, I might take people up on the offers, but I just have no idea!

2010 Pro XCT Fontana National

My weekend started on Friday, as the big race weekends often do! Justin and I had taken a half day at work on Friday to get out and pre-ride the fully marked course with new Pro only sections.

I was a little nervous, because we had tried out the one descent last year, at my Pro debut, on Friday before the races, and I had resigned myself to having run through the loose dirt and big rocks, but found out Sunday morning before the race that at the Pro Rider / Manager meeting they had taken it out for the women.

This year Justin and I climbed up the elevator/National climb and up top saw the Pro's hung a right down a big rock face. What! This section was killer. I thoroughly enjoyed riding it. Justin took off down the pro descent in front of me, and not knowing what to expect I figured I'd ride what I could and dismount when/if necessary. To my surprise there were 3 good lines burned in from the first big turn and somehow I picked a line that I cleaned without issue my first time through. Stellar! We finished out the lap putting in a few opening efforts.

All told we wound up making 3 trips up the elevator climb and doing the descent 3 times before calling it a day.  Still totally loving my Ergon GA1 grips.  They have been awesome this season.

 Geoff had railed a more central line and was supa fast, but I stuck with my slower safer line!

I felt good on the course overall and was looking forward to Saturday.

The drive home wasn't so stellar, and we were up kinda late, but I got a decent's night sleep and after some Kimo Bean coffee (I need more!) I was dancing full tilt boogie in the kitchen as I did breakfast dishes. Justin told me save it for the race! Tried to reign in the energy expenditure after that!

We got on the road early so we could set up our pit area, and it was about as we hit traffic on the 15 before 60 that we started to worry the Rock N' Road EZ-up tent hadn't stayed staked in the ground. We had locked the ez-up to Tim's VeloSport ez-up, which was not staked down. As we drove by the sports park we were happy to see that the tents were indeed still in place, sort of! Tim's tent had rotated around our tent, but they were safe and secure. Gusts of probably 30-50 MPH were blowing, and there was a big constant wind as well blowing from the NE. Made sitting outside the truck not super pleasant, so I just tried to relax and wait until it was time to head out for a warmup.

I was just getting out of the truck as I noticed a big commotion with the tent's. Two guys were grabbing them and I noticed Justin underneath one trying to hold it down with his weight. The RNR tent was upside down (stakes all pulled up), but miraculously in tact. Tim's VeloSport tent took the brunt, but was salvageable!

We brought in some brute force replacements and tied down our EZ-up with a heavy Park Tools bag, and the back of the truck. I think somehow the wind was picking up!

Bike, race ready!

Warm up was pretty brutal. Either a massive going nowhere headwind or a tailwind. Got in my efforts, though, and due to the dry air determined I'd start with drink mix but would most probably switch to plain water. I learned that bit of lesson from Sea Otter last year. Never come "prepared" without a lot of plain water also. I was somewhat stuck with drink mix and couldn't drink, so wound up pretty dehydrated and underfueled liquid-wise, and had had too much to eat snack-wise waiting for the race.

I had seen earlier (and assumed as much the night before) that my call-up would be way down the list. I think I was 15-16 out of 20 or so. I had actually really expected a bigger turnout at Fontana this past weekend for the Pro Women. Even though the turnouts have been low, the competition has been fierce. Super fast women out there throwing down, and the racing has been really really solid.

I got the last spot on the 2nd row of line up.

Luckily I had cruised around the start/finish before race start, so I saw the start/parade lap loop and got to practice that. Some tight corners where no one had ridden, so the dirt was nice and soft.

The bell sounded and off we went and somehow I found myself sitting in the top 5-6 women going through the chicane's. I was stoked because I know that traffic bottlenecks around the first tight 180 after the feedzone, and then on the short climb by the 4x track. It'd open a little for a short stint before the steep climb leading to the Elevator/National climb, and I knew that would definitely lead to some separation between the first pack and the chase group, and passing isn't easy on the singletrack at Fontana.

I held my position, and I think was in 4th or so on the Elevator. Most were walking the second steep pitch, which had been easier to clean on Friday. We hit the descents and were railing through the breeze, and then hit with a wall of wind on the pavement climb up to the water tower.

It was brutal. No rest at all. I think Lene, Georgia, Willow and Heather were up in front and at some point on lap 1 I saw Pua closing in on me and wanted to try to hold her off as long as possible. She got me I think either right before or right after we started lap 2. Kelli wasn't too far behind, but I managed to stay with her. We were really evenly matched for most of laps 2-4 going back and forth throughout the course. Somewhere I think on lap 2 or 3 in between singletrack sections Ty had called out that she was in 7th. I got 10th at Fontana last year and had been stoked, so sort of thought that it was pretty good. What! This is a race.

I can't remember who at that point was in front of me, but Kelli and I passed Heather at some point I think around lap 3 on the pavement climb maybe.

Lap 4 I remember looking up the Elevator and seeing Georgia. Kelli must've seen her also. We went around the descents and hit the pavement and as we both were gasping for air, being brutalized and tormented by the head wind Kelli said something like, "Georgia's right there." Okay then! I went. Or, I tried to go. The headwind didn't allow me much of an attack, but we did bridge the gap. Georgia hit dirt before we did, but we caught up and went around on a short climb a minute or two later.

The normally fun and flowy singletrack had a crazy headwind also, and around every corner there was another wall of wind to stop me in my tracks.

I was feeling really tired and burnt, but Kelli and I were racing head to head, and we kept putting in efforts. I think she knew I was getting water on the short climb after the cul-de-sac (really seemed like a super tactically astute racer), so put in an attack there. Justin was there last lap cheering me on and I pushed harder than I had been already and wound up gasping for air and feeling like I was hyperventilating. I tried to relax on the next short descent where I had crashed on Friday (in front of NED OVEREND of all people) and catch my breath again for the sprint across the flats.

I did wind up bridging a little of the gap Kelli had opened up, but she finished just ahead of me.

I pulled over at the finish line and saw some of the familiar faces of friends and acquaintices that had spent the last hour forty cheering me on in various parts of the course, ringing cowbells, and dealing with wind and blowing sand just to watch the Pro Women throw down. The cheers were amazing all over the course, from the start/finish line to the feedzone, up on the Elevator climb, down the Pro descent. It was so awesome to have people out calling my name, and cheering on all of the Pro women. Thank you so much to everyone that comes out to spectate. You may the experience more bearable!

Justin ran over and told me I got 5th. I didn't believe it! I was ecstatic.

Nancy, who had been near the pro descent for the whole race ran over and gave me a big hug. Nancy has always been an inspiration to me, and continues to be so to this day. The Denmother is still out killing it on the downhill race course. If you're in town, come show your support for women's cycling in So Cal this weekend at the Women of Dirt event.

I chatted with a few of the other pro women (Emily asked how my lungs/throat felt - burned!) and chatted with Colt for a few minutes before deciding a short spin was probably in order.


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Such a cool experience to have my first National podium at Fontana.

Saturday night we had a nice dinenr with my dad to celebrate, and then had to get home so I could prep more race/water bottles and get ready for Sunday's "triple": Justin's XC race bright and early; short track, and then Super D in the afternoon.

I didn't sleep much. The body was wired, I guess. Got up really early for breakfast and headed north. I wasn't feeling great, but figured I'd give it what I had, and Justin wasn't sure if he was ready or not!

He got warmed up and had some stress because I wasn't in the feedzone early, but got himself situated and got a spot on the front line for his wave. His start looked good and I cruised back to the feedzone to wait and get pics on lap 2.

Since he'd taken a full 24oz bottle the plan, I thought, was to pick up a freshy going on lap 3 for the rest of the race. 23 or so minutes later he came through yelling for water. I had the camera in my hand. No water. D'oh!

I'm not such a good feedzone support person!

I felt awful. I cheered on a few others racing, and stewed about ruining his race. I made sure to be prepared this time with bottles at the ready. He called out for water and the handoff went smooth. I wasn't sure, but thought he was in the top 3! Not many Cat 1's in front of him (maybe 3-4 at most), but traffic was building up with the various waves.

I emptied my water bottle to have a fresh bottle for him for lap 4, and lucky I did as he took it before going out. I didn't see anyone but Gary Douville that I reconized from his category, so knew he had to be holding on to 2nd!

I finished up feeding for Ryan H and headed over to the start/finish to cheer on Justin as he came through around 30 seconds behind Gary! Amazing! I was so stoked for him to have such a good race.

Since it was getting later in the day I wanted to head out on the road bike for an hour cruise, but it just didn't work out. I did wind up getting out for about 30 minutes as a pre-warm up, warm-up, then came back to get prepped for short track warm-up. The day had been fairly mellow. I wasn't feeling great, and the hot temperature made it sort of uncomfortable. I struggled a little to really stoke the engine in warm-up despite a few efforts, but felt ready to go when I got back to the venue. It was really warm, even standing in the shade waiting for call-up. It hadn't occurred to me at all, but realized as they called everyone up one by one that I'd be last with no real short track experience other than Bonelli 2 weeks prior.

I wasn't too stoked on my start line position, but took it for what it was worth, and before I knew it we were off and I was one of the stragglers.

As we hit the big 180 I was forced to dismount and the pack was gone leaving a few of us behind. We managed to catch near to the tail end, but lap 2 the same thing happened. I wasn't feeling it at all and was wondering how long it'd take for them to pull me. Justin yelled out as I went by near the start/finish to not stress about it. So, I didn't. Instead I decided to change my mood and instead of making tactical errors and putting in efforts to pass where it was a wasted effort I sat in until I knew I could accelerate away a little. I was way back in the group, but was starting to make some passes. I passed one group, and then pretty much put in a solo effort for about 3 laps before catching on to the tail end of Pua, Emily, and Judy. Judy nearly went down and was off her bike on one sharp turn and I couldn't go around, but passed and had a bunch of cheers/yelling my direction to make the catch to Emily and Pua, so kept soloing. Pua got loose around the same corner on the bell (final) lap and I wanted to hold her wheel. We both shifted into our biggest gears with the finish line in sight and she got me by about 2 bike lengths or so.

Probably should have started out with more oomph for a higher finish, but I was stoked that I was able to come from behind and found out much later in the day that I'd finished 9th overall.

I should've taken some time to spin around, but I just wanted water. My throat and mouth were super dry. There's no time to drink in short track, really. I had one small sip on the final lap after the feedzone just for hoping for an extra oomph!

Oops. I pedaled around here and there watching Pro Men's ST and chatting with Christina of the now infamous Cougar Class (way to go 1st place!) and then cruised around. It was about 4pm when someone said to get up to Super D, so I smashed myself trying to make it up to the start and not miss it! The pavement climb was super hot, and I got up there all sweating and hot, and stood around in the shade chatting with the pro ladies. I think everyone is usually pretty tired this time of day over a race weekend. We were 2 hard races in, hot weekend, lots of wind. We knew the start antics would be "fun".

They had us line up our bikes leaned against the water tank fence, and we had to run from maybe 30-50 yards back up the pavement and then hop on le mans style. I've only ever done one super D previously (Bonelli), so had no idea what to make of the running start. I was either last or close to it after we started, and I think was sitting 4th or 5th on the singletrack as we climbed. Sue led it out with Krista, Kelli and Amanda right there. I think Kelli went around before the second singletrack section, and I managed to get around Amanda, with Sue and Krista ahead. I felt "off" throughout the singletrack section. Just couldn't get a rhythm, and then I dropped my chain entirely off. Luckily I didn't have to stop and fiddle with it. I downshifted on the front and it picked it back up and off I chased.

I saw Sue and Krista on the short climb after the cul-d-sac and knew I had to settle or make a move. I bridged the gap and was on Krista's wheel as she went around Sue, and as I tried to hold her wheel I just kept going around and led into the next singletrack. I hit the flats, put my head down and just motored with everything I had left. I knew I was sapping the tank to make that last little rocky climb, but I needed a gap. I looked under my arm and didn't see anyone immediately on my wheel, so just kept it moving. I knew someone was close behind as I dismounted on the rocks, but got back on it and took 2nd.

Stoked!

I was pretty spent after that, so should've spun down (again), but just sat on the grass in the shade drinking water. Did that for the next hour or so listening to the DH podiums (so stoked for Roger, Nancy, Traci, and everyone! WTG peeps).

Overall, it was an amazing race weekend. I was glad that I signed up for Short Track and Super D since I think it's good practice getting in the hard days back to back. I do need to find a way to get in more spinning time between/before the races, though. Volume was super low for me this weekend.

I'm definitely learning a lot, and fully enjoying each race this season, despite how utterly brutal both short track and super d have been! I'm loving the ride and can't wait to see what's around the corner.

Women of Dirt

Check out the link below to purchase tickets and find out more info about the Hollywood premiere of "Women of Dirt".

In addition to screening this movie about female mountain bikers, they will also be honoring the 5 most influential women in So Cal cycling, and selling paintings to benefit the Bahati Foundation, So Cal Interscholastic Cycling League, LACBC, and the Mark J Reynolds Fund.

Please check out the link and come support women mountain bikers!

Another good weekend

The weekends around here have been pretty stellar this year. It's great to be able to get away from the desk for a few days and spend time on the bikes or hanging with friends. This weekend was no exception!

We got a late start both days, and got home well after dark, but got in two solid rides in Orange County (change of scenery!) and had a blast riding bikes.

Justin had put a deposit on a 2009 closeout frameset for a Tarmac SL2 a few weeks ago, and the final build was all ready to be picked up Saturday morning. So, we stopped by Rock N' Road to pick it up with some other random goodies (yet another Halo for me, because I always forget to bring one, some nutritionals, and some sweet custom Rock N' Road Sock Guy baselayer sleeveless tees). I'd never used this type before, but used it both Saturday and yesterday and was very pleased!

From there we headed over and got a late start riding Aliso Woods over near the coast. We knew it was going to be a day heavy on the hills side of things, and we came up with some pretty good repeats and had a blast on the descents and just riding around chatting with others.

Cruising out to the bottom of Mathis



Sooo green

Top of the World



Love riding my S-Works Epic





From there we cruised over to the top of Meadows where I enjoyed listening to the bugs buzzing and the breeze blowing





I came around the corner to massively tall flora and it sooo reminded me of Crested Butte... sort of!





Awhile later the fog was rolling in...



Rock-It!





Cruising back up to Mathis for one final push



Fun descending back to the truck





Sunday it was time to break in the new Tarmac in the family!



I was stoked to get some new white shoes (white grip tape is new as of last night - love the S-wrap Roubaix tape).



After Steph and Dan got in their weekend trail run they met us at Pannikins where we demolished Dan's baked goods and all enjoyed some coffee.



Justin and I took it a bit slower on the way back up the coast (head wind, and we were getting pretty tired). His saddle slipped a few times, so we stopped here and there.



I was running low on energy, and out of fluids as we hit the final push in the rapidly cooling evening air...



Wasted.



Looking forward to some more intervals this week! Always a good time.

Stopped at Pannikins