This is a blog dedicated to ALL who ride. NimrodsRacing is a local "condition" that is rapidly spreading into a "pandemic"! We are cyclists, some fast, some well-balanced, some (like me) slightly off kilter, pro, cat 5, enthusiasts, and newbies. We cheer for the underdog! We welcome challenges and laugh at adversity. We race because friendship and camaraderie grow through the sweat and struggles placed before us - just kidding, WE ARE NIMRODS!

Monday, February 22, 2010

It takes true grit and an extremely inflated EGO to roll with the www.NimrodsRacing.com group. Case and point...Kelly P. the III as he likes to refer to himself (there are no other Kelly's in his family, but don't tell him this.) He is a MAN among men a real "out there" kind of guy. He is pretty much the Shizzle in his own mind. He has found that compression socks go well with the www.NimrodsRacing.com kit and as you can see...he sports the kit with style and attitude. We were cruising at 14 mph when this shot was taken...wheew! That took a lot out of me. Ride on Mr. KPtheIIIrd. You are one wild and interesting MAN.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Back on the bike....and wishing it was a Trike

So, finally, after far too long sitting on the sidelines I have returned to the bike! Oh, the joy! Then I realized it really sucks.

When you are fit I truly believe we take the fitness for granted. Aside from gaining pounds and hair on my legs (something my wife was very happy about), sitting and waiting causes the mind to embellish what you think you have in the way of strength, power, and endurance. As I drive down Pacific Coast Highway and see the cyclists I SEE myself gaining on them, sitting on their wheels, then gassing them and popping them off the back. Oh, the truth, the truth, is soooo painful once my trusty steed is once more mounted and readied for battle on the tarmac.

I set off feeling the wind whip through the hair on my legs...of course this is the reason I can't top 13 miles per hour! I roll on feeling the heat in my chest rising and the drip of sweat trickling down my man boobs to the pooch of a stomach that was once, dare I say, ripped!??? I carry on each pedal stroke more labored than the previous; each breath shallower than the last - where, OH F-ing WHERE, is a group that I can sit in and suck wheel? I plod along reminiscing of a past so much better, fitter, faster. At last, I hear "On your left..." They whizz by me as if I am standing still, I take a breath (deep as I can under the strain of just rolling along) and bridge up to this group, (my saviors). Oh the GODs must have heard my cries, the gleam of kits, the whir of freewheels, the click of gears, (the f-ing blistering pace!) The joy does not last long. I quickly realize that this 'group' is moving very fast AND they are taking turns at the front. I have absolutely nothing to give - I am spent, I am extra weight, I am certainly NOT ment to be along for this ride. As the front rider peels off and slides back I motion to her to go in front of me and with a snarled lip she obliges ...I am not long for this 'group'. I am once again alone, now gasping, heart racing, sweat dripping, eyes burning, ego crushed. I roll home.

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Just a note.

I am working to transfer this blog to Wordpress. I don't know why. I just am. Day two in the berry hammock, everything feels.....snuggly.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Injury sets back bicycling - nimrod sidelined


So since October I, Nimzero, (so named after an accident on the fabled FoodPark ride waaayyyy back in June), have been unable to ride with any degree of consistency since the Marathon 50 at Vail Lake. During a commuting ride to work one morning I "jacked" my groin - I was climbing a little incline on the Santa Ana River bike trail and while out of the saddle, on an upstroke, attempted to stretch my abdominal muscles on the left side. No big move, no pain, but subsequent to the motion I felt a lump in my inguinal channel area. I thought nothing of it. (Jump 4 months.) Pain persists. Moves around my lower left abdominal area, groin, iliac crest, an mid and lower back. I think I've got something big, bad, and deadly. I must interject that I did go see the doctor in October and early December - he said, "nothing dangerous, most likely musculoskeletal in nature" take anti-inflammatory and antibiotics for possible infection in the epididimus. Antibiotics? WTF? I guess that is the answer for everything. I took them, no significant change. I donated my junk to technology for a free ultrasound and it was negative for any abnormalities. I can't rest, still thinking I need to write out my last will and testament. (Crazy! 4 months ago I was the poster child of health and happiness.) So, though I promised myself I wouldn't, I began researching the internet for answers, previously the answers were to get my affairs in order...Now I found Grey's Anatomy and I have been looking at the abdominal region muscles and tendons/ligaments and have found multiple possible reasons for my pain - I am now seeing the inside and realizing how much stuff goes on in the groin. Laugh if you must but I am getting close to believing that I have strained the Cremasteric Muscles of the left teste! Okay, you ask what is the Cremastic Muscle - well, when you pinch off a wizz you use the Kegel contraction which causes the junk to rise, the rise is caused by the Cremaster Muscle. It is a thin section of abdominal muscles that form loops that drop into and around the testes. When you suck in you stomach the Cremaster Muscle is activated and draws in your berries. Pretty kewl, huh. So all my suffering, and I must say most was mental but the physical is very real, is as far as I can tell caused by this little group of paperthin muscles! Sucks to be me. Oh, BTW, there is no "cure", just a jockstrap and a prayer and IBU!!!!!! Hope to see you all out riding sooner than later, not that you've missed me or anything....doooooogh!