What's in a title? My title to this post could sum up a lot of what's been going through my head as of late - alas, like I said in an earlier post last week, more to come on that later.
Why bother? Why bother training, preparing for my trip to Colorado (which I leave early Wednesday morning for) and the very high country and altitude in which I will be riding at when everything I've read, heard and been told tells me that I am going to suffer regardless of my efforts?
"Altifuckingtude. Pillow to the face." - Dieter from Misfit Psycles@ Brek Epic
"I got winded brushing my teeth today. And running up the stairs...forget about it, I end up doubled-over at the top, feeling like I'm trying to suck a fish eye tapioca ball out of my mango bubble tea with a regular size straw; not one of those bubble tea specific, gigantic diameter straws." - Thom Parsons @ Brek Epic
Whatever I do I am fucked. No spinnerval gear ratio, no amount of Ginkgo Biloba, no sleeping in a hypoic tent (can you imagin farting in one of those?) is going to save me at this point....so why bother.
From now on, until my flight leaves the safe and oxygen rich altitude of sea level, I will be exercising less and frequenting the refrigerator more.
I checked the altitude of Ottawa compared to that of Denver (probably the lowest elevation that we will ride in my week long stay there):
Ottawa = 74 m/246 ft above sea level.
Denver = 1600 m/5280 ft above sea level.
Should I be worried?
From some things I've read . . . "No. For some people altitude change does not affect them. For some it's a mental thing." Pfffffttt. I get winded and lightheaded climbing the basement stairs to the ground floor of my house. 10 ft of altitude change occurring almost at sea level and I get winded.