Horse is Fine, Rider is Not Quite

Saturday September 21 2013

I asked my surgeon the most important question ever: "So, how soon afterward the surgery can I RIDE?"

"Two weeks," he said. "Don't do anything strenuous before that."

So I started riding again, 2 weeks and 1 day afterwards. Short rides - 6-8 miles a day. The first day back was a little sketchy… I felt a little faint at times (although I blamed that on the heat, which is usually totally legit), and I had to take a long nap afterwards. I rode a little bit every day for a week; and then we came to City of Rocks to start setting up for the AERC National Championship 50 and 100 mile rides - setting up camp, marking trail on foot and horseback. Nothing longer than a 12 mile ride, or 10 mile hike (downhill), but it all felt good. I wasn't up for running a marathon, but I was ready to ride more.

And then I rode the AERCNC 50 miler on Bodie.

Or, well, part of it.

The first 17 miles to the first vet check was great. It was a cool morning, and Bodie and I had a great time, trotting over the Boise-Kelton Stage route and Salt Lake Cut-Off through Emigrant Canyon, and over the California Trail through the valley of City of Rocks National Reserve, and on to the vet check at Elephant Rock.

And then I sat down while Bruce and Nance crewed my horse. 

And then it hit me. I was tired.

The longer I sat, the more tired I got. "How far is it to the next vet check?" 23 miles? 23 slower miles, a lot of climbing? 

And then I was exhausted.

A heart doctor/runner/endurance rider did a study where he found that riding a 50 mile endurance ride is the equivalent stress on your heart as running a marathon. I wasn't up for a marathon.

I'm an endurance rider. I've been tired, sore, scared and hurting while riding, but I've never quit an endurance ride, unless it was for the horse. I quit this one. Gave myself a metabolic pull. I had overestimated my super hero powers - I wasn't up to doing a marathon yet. (Besides, if I'd fallen off my horse out on that 23 mile loop, I wouldn't have been doing him any favors.)

I felt bad about wimping out, but when I revealed to Dr Mike the vet about my recent surgery, and said "But the surgeon cleared me to ride after 2 weeks!", he said "But did you tell him what kind of riding you do?"

Dr Matt the vet said, "This isn't your average trail riding…"

Oh, yea. If you ride endurance you don't really think about it, but 50 miles is a whole 'nother ball game compared to short trail rides.

That made the quitting a little easier to stomach, although it's disappointing to discover I'm not as immortal as I thought I was. (I mean - a little surgery - come on!)

Well, anyway, it was a nice training ride for both of us. The horse is fine. The trail kicked the rider's butt. I just need a little more time before I'm up to doing a marathon.

Confession

Tuesday February 8 2011

You all know: I hate being hot. I love the cold. I love winter. The cold is refreshing, bracing.

But let me clarify.

I love being able to stay comfortable when it's cold.

If it takes me wearing ten layers of clothing to stay comfortable, I'll do it. If I can't wear enough to keep me comfortable, and I am beyond cold, then it hurts. I don't like to hurt. That's when it's just too cold for me.

There, I said it.

So, lest it sound like I would have been one of those hardy, intrepid endurance riders on Day 1 of the Springdale Romp, in the 5*F degree, -6*F wind chill day, I will admit, I would not have been.

I guess it's all what you psyche yourself up for. The Tough Sucker ride we did in Idaho in April was pretty dang chilly. Hearing the cold wind howl all night, and shivering when I got out of bed - even I almost wimped out then. I didn't though - I was psyched up for it to be cold, and usually, once you actually get out and get riding, you warm up. I did warm up that day and stayed comfortable in the cold, and enjoyed it.

As Tennessee Mahoney said after they arrived at the Springdale Romp after a harrowing drive, "We risked our lives getting here, I'm riding all 6 days!" She probably didn't feel the hurt as much as she would have if the ride was in her back yard and she hadn't had to work hard to get there (but then again, maybe she would have, Tennessee is pretty hardy.) I know that I would have wimped out of riding that first day (and maybe the second).

For those of you including me in those 'incredibly determined' and 'inspiring' categories, you can call me a wuss. I love the cold. But not THAT much cold.

Having said that, I'm headed for more cold right now.

Montana.

A week in mid-winter. Cold, snow...

and a place to warm up between the snow dances.

Yipeeeeeeeeee!