Whew, what a ride! Just back from a week in sunny St. Pete. It's our favorite place in the world, so we are always excited to go down for St. Anthony's.
Let me back it up for a bit. Training has been going great. I went to California to help lead the Vanderkitten Road Cycle Training Camp and it was an absolute blast. We rode around 200 miles in three days and it was brilliant. I loved it and all the riding made me feel really strong. I was feeling really good at the end of camp, super fit and then the triathlon gods decided yet again to throw me a ringer. What's my life though without a little adversity? Seems to be a way of life for me these days ;)
Once back at home on that Sunday, I noticed something in the nether region. I knew exactly what it was...a saddle sore. I rode for three days, a whole lot of miles, on a saddle and bike that were not mine plus a whole different position than what I normally ride! Hence the problem. I don't normally get these, think I had one my whole life due to switching a saddle, so this is new to me so I decided to deal with myself. BIG MISTAKE! Out came the needle and the poking. Ouch! By Monday evening, it had tripled in size and on Tuesday I was in urgent care at 9am! It was so bad in fact, that the doctor who winced when she looked down there, said "OH MY GOD!"
That did not really help at all. Thanks doc. She said that I had to see a surgeon right away because there was absolutely nothing she could do. She was taking needles, draining, slicing and dicing. All things that left me gasping. Yep, that's right. The ugly part of women's cycling that no one likes to talk about. Saddle sores gone wild!!!
|Hello. My name is Tonya. Yea, a little something like that anyway.|
|No training leading up to race week, but lots of this!|
I will save you the rest of the gory details and there's a lot more gore, anyway... by Tuesday of race week, these things were still slowly doing their thing. It was absolutely disgusting. The antibiotics had wreaked all sorts of havoc on my system!
We headed to FL on Tuesday and by Thursday, I was finally starting to feel ok again. I could finally get on the bike again which was a very good since I would be racing on it in 3 days.
I went to FL wanting to race but facing the possibility that I wouldn't be on the start line. In the end I did race and so on now to part two of this post....
(THE GROSS PART IT OVER)