Please Make The Pain Stop

[trysail]

It happens all the time.

Yesterday, at mile 28 of the second long bicycle ride of the year, me arse hurts, the palms of my hands are blistering, my neck hurts, my shoulders hurt, the little toe on my left foot is being rubbed raw where the basket on the pedal saws away at the callus.

I'm flying downhill peddling like a madman because I need to get off this fucking bicycle. There's only one way to do that— get to the finish. That's the only way all this pain will stop.

I'm on the knife edge of control. All it'll take is a soft patch or some gravel and I'll end up in the goddamned emergency room (or worse). One little mistake and I'll be launched into the brush or the gravel or the goddamn trees.

Why the fuck am I doing this? Why do I always drive myself so hard? Why am I competing against no one else but the damn clock?

 

[KingOrfeo]

Try a recumbent.

 

[SkAoUt]

Knife edge of control on a road bike? Pick up a helmet while your on the knifes edge. Firemen can do without seeing another brain streaked pavement stain.

 

[BotanyBoy]

Why the fuck am I doing this? Why do I always drive myself so hard? Why am I competing against no one else but the damn clock?

Because it's a rush to push yourself like that.

 

[blackleggings]

We're idiots. I don't know how else to explain what we do. Today it hurt the entire run and I knew I shouldn't even be pushing myself, but pushed even harder coming back just because I wanted to be finished.

Ice yourself up and go back out tomorrow!

I will say this, I'm so scared to try bike riding

 

[TonyClifton]

It happens all the time.

Yesterday, at mile 28 of the second long bicycle ride of the year, me arse hurts, the palms of my hands are blistering, my neck hurts, my shoulders hurt, the little toe on my left foot is being rubbed raw where the basket on the pedal saws away at the callus.

Why did you tell me that?

Are you trying to make my life more miserable than it is?

 

[trysail]

Today, it was the elliptical machine.


One of the ways to shove the pain out of consciousness is to focus on solving algebra problems as the minutes tick away. Ignore the time as long as possible then concentrate on dividing and multiplying.


Is my pace sufficient?

At 8 minutes, 20 seconds, multiply the distance by 3.
At 10 minutes, divide the distance by 2 and multiply by 5.
At 12 minutes, 30 seconds, multiply the distance by 2.
At 15 minutes, divide the distance by 3 and multiply by 5.
At 16 minutes, 40 seconds, divide the distance by 2 and multiply by 3.
At 18 minutes, 45 seconds, divide the distance by 3 and multiply by 4.
At 20 minutes, divide the distance by 4 and multiply by 5.
Now, I'm on the home stretch and can see the end.




When not resorting to algebra calculations, the only other alternative is Step 3 of the Kübler-Ross model: bargaining:
- you've come this far, if you stop now, you'll have wasted the time you've already put in to it

or

- for god's sake, it's only 10 more minutes,

or

- it's only 5 more minutes, (sotto voce) that's easy.

 

[lovetoread]

You do it for the pleasure one gets once you move past the pain.

 

[dolf]

Have you tried being a pervert instead?

 

[Byron In Exile]

Why the fuck am I doing this? Why do I always drive myself so hard? Why am I competing against no one else but the damn clock?

To put it simply, you've lost your mind.

 

[blackleggings]

You do it for the pleasure one gets once you move past the pain.

That's it. Exactly.

 

[dolf]

To put it simply, you've lost your mind.

Being beaten or beating someone else is the best therapy for that. And sex. Obviously.

 

[Tryharder62]

You know pain is our bodies way of saying enough. They don't recommend the no pain no gain stuff anymore. It's that old joke: Dr. my arm hurts when I do this. Doctor's reply. Don't do that.

 

[CHNOPS]

You need to get a professional fitting for your bike.

Get rid of the cage on your pedals.

And I'm not sure that's algebra.

 

[trysail]

To put it simply, you've lost your mind.

That is a distinct possibility— medicating with endorphins.

 

[KingOrfeo]

Today, it was the elliptical machine.


One of the ways to shove the pain out of consciousness is to focus on solving algebra problems as the minutes tick away. Ignore the time as long as possible then concentrate on dividing and multiplying.


Is my pace sufficient?

At 8 minutes, 20 seconds, multiply the distance by 3.
At 10 minutes, divide the distance by 2 and multiply by 5.
At 12 minutes, 30 seconds, multiply the distance by 2.
At 15 minutes, divide the distance by 3 and multiply by 5.
At 16 minutes, 40 seconds, divide the distance by 2 and multiply by 3.
At 18 minutes, 45 seconds, divide the distance by 3 and multiply by 4.
At 20 minutes, divide the distance by 4 and multiply by 5.
Now, I'm on the home stretch and can see the end.




When not resorting to algebra calculations, the only other alternative is Step 3 of the Kübler-Ross model: bargaining:
- you've come this far, if you stop now, you'll have wasted the time you've already put in to it

or

- for god's sake, it's only 10 more minutes,

or

- it's only 5 more minutes, (sotto voce) that's easy.

You don't want anyone to make the pain stop. You want to live out the rest of your life in a Pain Amplifier.

 

[girlsmiley]

You don't want anyone to make the pain stop. You want to live out the rest of your life in a Pain Amplifier.

There's a fine line between pleasure and pain.

Wanting more is key.

 

[thør]

It happens all the time.

Yesterday, at mile 28 of the second long bicycle ride of the year, me arse hurts, the palms of my hands are blistering, my neck hurts, my shoulders hurt, the little toe on my left foot is being rubbed raw where the basket on the pedal saws away at the callus.

I'm flying downhill peddling like a madman because I need to get off this fucking bicycle. There's only one way to do that— get to the finish. That's the only way all this pain will stop.

I'm on the knife edge of control. All it'll take is a soft patch or some gravel and I'll end up in the goddamned emergency room (or worse). One little mistake and I'll be launched into the brush or the gravel or the goddamn trees.

Why the fuck am I doing this? Why do I always drive myself so hard? Why am I competing against no one else but the damn clock?

Cyclists compete against themselves.

2nd long ride of the season? You should be wearing 2 pair of cycling shorts. I learned this from a friend who used to race the big races and then ran a bike shop.

And learn to use clip-less pedals! I like the Crank Bro. Egg beaters, myself.

 

[Aquagal]

Today, it was the elliptical machine.


One of the ways to shove the pain out of consciousness is to focus on solving algebra problems as the minutes tick away. Ignore the time as long as possible then concentrate on dividing and multiplying.


Is my pace sufficient?

At 8 minutes, 20 seconds, multiply the distance by 3.
At 10 minutes, divide the distance by 2 and multiply by 5.
At 12 minutes, 30 seconds, multiply the distance by 2.
At 15 minutes, divide the distance by 3 and multiply by 5.
At 16 minutes, 40 seconds, divide the distance by 2 and multiply by 3.
At 18 minutes, 45 seconds, divide the distance by 3 and multiply by 4.
At 20 minutes, divide the distance by 4 and multiply by 5.
Now, I'm on the home stretch and can see the end.




When not resorting to algebra calculations, the only other alternative is Step 3 of the Kübler-Ross model: bargaining:
- you've come this far, if you stop now, you'll have wasted the time you've already put in to it

or

- for god's sake, it's only 10 more minutes,

or

- it's only 5 more minutes, (sotto voce) that's easy.

You do math equations on the elliptical? Lol. I just read a book.

 

[KingOrfeo]

There's a fine line between pleasure and pain.

Wanting more is key.

What is your pleasure, sir?

 

[girlsmiley]

What is your pleasure, sir?

There's nothing like spending 8 hours in the ocean on a board.
Wave after wave.
The sun beating down on my face and shoulders through a dusky sky. Salt in my eyes. Every part of my body screaming for me to give up. Sharks.

My ambition is to catch the perfect wave. It's the waves that keep me going. It's catching the perfect wave that keeps me out there.

 

[richard_daily]

I was hoping that this would be a euthanasia request.

 

[girlsmiley]

^ No motivation.

 

[Ishmael]

It happens all the time.

Yesterday, at mile 28 of the second long bicycle ride of the year, me arse hurts, the palms of my hands are blistering, my neck hurts, my shoulders hurt, the little toe on my left foot is being rubbed raw where the basket on the pedal saws away at the callus.

I'm flying downhill peddling like a madman because I need to get off this fucking bicycle. There's only one way to do that— get to the finish. That's the only way all this pain will stop.

I'm on the knife edge of control. All it'll take is a soft patch or some gravel and I'll end up in the goddamned emergency room (or worse). One little mistake and I'll be launched into the brush or the gravel or the goddamn trees.

Why the fuck am I doing this? Why do I always drive myself so hard? Why am I competing against no one else but the damn clock?

Because the pain of quitting is worse? It's easy to give up.

Ishmael

 

[kbate]

buy proper shoes and pedals.

buy a fitted seat.

Have a pro fit both of them to you and the bike.

and don't be so stupid as to race the clock. Time never loses in the end.