Friday, August 08, 2008

Limp and Wilted

Well, it's been a quiet week in Spring, Texas, my home, out here on the edge of the Megalopolis where the coastal plain meets the piney woods.

These are what they call the "dog days" of summer, that time in August where life becomes like an old scratchy, vinyl record--what little you hear is obscured by noise and seems to keep repeating itself, never moving forward.

seems to keep repeat

repeat

seems to keep repeating itse--

never moving for--

forward

Sort of like the movie Groundhog day, only without Bill Murray, romance, humor or popcorn.

Every day starts the same. Even before you get up, the city has started to sweat. It's nearly 80 degrees in the dark, with humidity so high the windows on the houses and the skyscrapers downtown are sweating condensation. Your car sweats as you make your way from the kid friendly zone into the money making zone--i.e., from the suburbs where it is possible to have a yard and a non-lethal school to the central business district where it is possible to have a job capable paying for yard and school. As it happens, these two zones, which are needed by at least a couple million people in the megalopolis, are situated at least 20 or 30 miles away from each other and are designed to be traveled only by internal combustion engine.

I usually do the trek between 4 and 5, and right now, I'm trying to run. There's a bit of a breeze between the buildings downtown, but as soon as you exit the city, every flag is limp and wilted on the flag poles, looking like they've been soaked by a downpour and then baked into place. With no race on the horizon, and no friends to meet, even five miles feels like a chore. A watched Garmin never turns over the next mile. I feel like I'm running the same quarter mile over and over

the same quarter mile over

quarter mile over and

mile over and over

and over.

But even this black hole has little bits of light that escapes. Mother nature reminded us this past week that things are subject to change without notice. One morning on the commute, the freeway signs flashed

STORM FORMING IN THE GULF

FILL YOUR GAS TANK

Tropical Storm Edouard (that's Edward for you Anglo readers who live in those portions of the United States where English is still the common tongue) decided to form off the Cajun Coast and take a sight seeing trip to Houston. Edward turned out to be more like "little Eddie" or maybe Edouarlito, but at least it was variety. It gave the local news something to do other than car wrecks and shootings, and enabled at least one evening walk in temperatures that were marginally survivable.

And there were other milestones to break the monotony of the dog days. Superpounce, newly home from her 2008 World Tour, turned 11 today. She's still a tiny thing, but no longer so tiny that I can hold her entire frame in one arm to feel her first breath of the day---or her first breath ever. She's free of her cast and her ears are newly pierced. She reasoned, "if I can take a broken arm and an IV, then I can stand getting my ears pierced."

And like a Russian trying to weather the endless winter on the featureless steppes, I am managing to anesthetize myself from the sameness of it all with an addiction. With no race goal on the horizon, I've become addicted to Chain Love and Ebay for purposes of pimping out my road bike. Every time I see something new and shiny and carbony, I have to instant my bike adviser, discuss the merits of the new toy, and likely as not, pay for a new "hit" like a junkie in a back alley littered with syringes--or in this case seat posts, saddles, bar tape and handle bars.

And possibly later cranks and shifters and wheels.

If I switch from my triple front chain ring to a double, do I need to change out my shifters, and deraillures too? Should I just go for a whole new gruppo? Wow, that top-of-the-line SRAM Red looks pretty sweet.

**blink**

And like a true addict, the trip I'm on always fails to satisfy--like when Chain Love bitch slapped me with carbon handle bars that were 104 grams lighter than the carbon handle bars I had just purchased barely 4 days before. Sure they were way more expensive, but what's $1 per gram as compared to the unequaled rush of having the carboniest handle bars ever and casting aside that 104 gram anchor that you haven't even installed on your bike yet?

OMG, I so need a training group or a race or a program to shake me from this sweaty-hit-the-snooze-button-and-roll-over-and-have-another-pizza-and-beer-commuter-desk- job-hell that I've fallen into.

Feel free to stage your intervention in the comments.

12 comments:

CoachLiz said...

Greyhound,

Did you see that there is a new IM race in Cozumel next year? That has the potential to shake you out of the summer rut.

I know what you mean though, it is tough with the heat and the kiddos off from school to get much training done. There are so many fun movies at the theater to see and the trip the Spashtown or Schlitterbahn. Fear not it will get better.

Fe-lady said...

There will be an ever-so-slight change coming up in the weather soon. And we that are up and running at 5 will be the only ones to perceive it!

You will be able to tell when your forearms and elbows stop dripping sweat.

Triple chain ring? You had a triple on your tri bike?
pftttt. Get RID of that thing! Triples are for MOUNTAIN bikes only! :-p

stronger said...

Would that make me an enabler?

momo said...

i'm for cozumel too, but it is still too far out to motivate you today. what about soma? you could be there in a heartbeat. lots of blogger peeps coming to town to do that.

oh, and YES, the sram red is niiiiicccce, i have it on momolektra. way nice. like really, really way nice. ;-)

happy birthday to superpounce!

21stCenturyMom said...

SOMA - ugh. But for you no problem because you know hot. And as Momo said, lots of bloggy peeps do it. Not me this year but help yourself.

And join this http://www.houstonracing.com/

Just do it - and show up for training runs and rides and swims. And meet athletes. And quit pushing yourself along alone.

There - consider yourself intervened upon.

Bigun said...

I prefer to stay caccooned in this comfy black hole I'm in. Mysery loves company.

Flatman said...

Like you told me dude...this is our off season.

:D

Tri to Be Funny said...

As a fellow Texan...relish the AC! I'm heading to the Megalopolis of H-town this Thursday for a conference. I'm pretty much working from 6a-8p all weekend, but maybe we can grab dinner one night? Not much training time...I'll be treadmilling at 5:00am.
Staying at Four Seasons by the COnvention Center...

triguyjt said...

hey....you can break up the ground hog day effect by scoping out a little competition that happens every 4 years......

its part of the summer of sameness "12 step plan"

SixTwoThree said...

This post just goes to show you're not a recovering addict - you're a recovered Ironman! Believe it or not, that's a good thing.

Tiggs said...

my friend in London will be in town next week- she is staying at the Houstonian. I live in Memorial Park. She said she would just "walk over" to my place as it is only a mile and a half away.

WALK?!?!?!?!

I told her it would like be 99 million degrees and there is no sidewalk...no train...no bus....I don't think it computed. Needless to say I will be picking her up in my SAV.

Supalinds said...

Happy Birthday Superpounce!!!

Hole...i'm in it, can we rescue each other??