Day at the Office

Day at the Office
All Terrain Vehicle
I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus. - Phillppians 3:14

Monday, June 7, 2010


even Contidor...even he...I dare say has bonked.

Pronunciation: \ˈbäŋk, ˈbȯŋk\
Function: transitive verb
Etymology: imitative
definition: In endurance sports, particularly cycling and running, hitting the wall or the bonk describes a condition caused by the depletion of glycogen stores in the liver and muscles, which manifests itself by precipitous fatigue and loss of energy.

The sad case…I know better. You exercise for over 2 hours, you better have some fuel…some food…you know the fine art of nutrition. Karl Meltzer has been know to run a full 100 miles on gel packs alone. The thought alone turns my stomach. My buddy Paul Tidmore concocts his own mad science recipe…to the nth gram and calories…you know right, that 4 calories is equal to 1 gram of carbs…right?

So when I left on early Sunday morning to get a long ride in…I realized two things at about mile 20…a.) I forgot any nutrition…doh!...and b.) I forgot ID and credit card…DOH DOH! Dave you are a freaking knuckle head…a term I affectionally call my kids when they do something less than stellar. So at mile 35 I am hungry and by mile 47…begging for Mercy….oh Lord, have mercy. I had hammered a lot of hills on the fixed gear…and well…the last 10 miles were anything but pretty. You think back when people call you a machine…and you think the good Lord that a.) there are no cameras around and b.) they aint there to see you BONK…to Suffer…and so at mile 57 I wrapped it up…lamented that fact that I was a knuckle head…and thought…that won’t happened again…and by the way…it had nothing to do with me running 13 miles the previous day.

To close on a completely different note…the below photo is a pic of my son, Luke, sitting in the dugout between innings with his catching shin guards still on. He predominately plays catcher and loves it. I tried to talk him out of playing catcher…that’s what I played from PeeWee through high school…I warned him that there would be days you would feel like you have been in a war…Saturday he had 2 collisions at the plate where he made play…I asked how it was…he replies, “It’s a war Daddy, and I love it.” Dang, I am proud.


Lynn B said...

at the risk of being redundant...


Gotta Run..Gotta Ride said...

what a great picture of Luke. Love that he quoted you. Very very cool!

Bonking happening to the best of us and yes when it happens the little talks we give ourselves are not pretty. Stupid, dumb, crazy, idiot....must I keep going.

A car will not run on empty so why do we do this to our bodies? A lesson I have learned time and time again.

Still, for you to get in as much as you did show mental endurance.

Big Daddy Diesel said...

WElcome to the club, I been there and done that, even this year, a 30 miler turned into a 50 miler and I was long gone out of nutrition and no money and I was done at mile 40, coasted in the last 10 miles, some how. It happens to all of us

KK said...

That's an awesome picture of Luke. Awesome. What a character.

Well sometimes you have to learn the hard way about distance. you have to take it as seriously as you do when you run. It's burning a boatload of calories every hour - something along the lines of 750-1200 depending on the intensity, etc! PER HOUR!