Monthly Archives: July 2005

It’s Too Damn Hot!


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Chew on this helpful information while I await literary inspiration. It was so hot out there yesterday it was like riding on the surface of the sun. Taco was laying it down on his new Santa Cruz. He caught a pedal and went whipping head over heels like a rag doll on the Fern Trail. All things considered, it was a good ride, just a little too “moist”.

Heat-related Injuries and Illness

The two heat-related injuries that are of major concern are heat exhaustion and heat stroke. Heat exhaustion itself is rarely life-threatening, although if it goes unattended, it can lead to heat stroke, which is life-threatening. The symptoms of heat exhaustion include headache, nausea, dizziness, light-headedness, and a rapid pulse. If an athlete experiences these symptoms, he or she should cease activity and lie down in the shade or some other cool (not cold) area. They should also sip water until the symptoms pass. The athlete should not be allowed to resume exercise after suffering heat exhaustion. If the symptoms of heat exhaustion are not heeded, heat stroke can follow. The symptoms of heat stroke are disorientation and eventual unconsciousness, and a very high body temperature (above 104°F [40°C]). First-aid for heat stroke is to cool the athlete’s body as quickly as possible. This may mean immersing the athlete in cold water or rubbing them with alcohol. Because heat stroke is life-threatening, the athlete needs medical attention, even if they begin to recover.

How can heat exhaustion and heat stroke be prevented? The most important preventive measure is to make sure that athletes drink plenty of fluids before, during, and after practice and training sessions. Other important measures include wearing proper clothing and modifying practice and training sessions as needed for the weather conditions. Also of importance is allowing athletes to acclimatize to the heat, a process that takes between one and two weeks. During the process of heat acclimatization the body’s heat removal systems become more efficient. Therefore, when athletes first begin training in hot weather, both exercise intensity and duration should be reduced.

Quiet. Too Quiet…

Even the mockingbirds are whispering out there.

Nothing but the jingle of my spurs, the strike of a match.

Something is about to go down in this one horse town.

I got my guns tied down. I’ll be ready.

Juancho

A pounding of flesh


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When Dave Zabriskie washed out in the final section of the course today a shiver ran through my body as his dragged across the asphalt.

I don’t know what I was thinking last night.

The tour is definitely the greatest sports drama in the world. The sight of the yellow jersey– torn, dirty, bloodied– and the anguished face of Dave Z as he pedaled alone towards the finish line made me cringe. It made me cringe, but it also caused a welling of respect, pride, and awe for it’s bearer. If you have to relinquish it, be sure you have bled to keep it first.

Way back in the annals of this site I discussed the notion that beyond training, gear, physiology, and nasty habits there is still a place where conviction and desire are the determining factors. I think I saw the application of that belief today, and although it didn’t pan out, there will be no second guesses about the guts of Dave Zabriskie. He left them all over the road today.

Liquigas, the team of MAIN MAN MAGNUS BACKSTEDT, finished respectably. He finished 7th overall yesterday, and led his team across the line during the Team Time Trial today, so you know he’s representin’ for Clydesdales everywhere. Yeah Magnus, crush them with your hammer-like fists!

Lance is in yellow. What do you think? Is it all over but the shouting now? Where are the hungry? Is Dave Z the only Dave Z in the race?

On other fronts. Back to work for Juancho, on the bike that is. The Dragon is worn out and in need of some TLC if I am to maintain my full court press this summer. Time to go to the candy store and pick up some goodies.

My apologies to the non-riding community who visit the BRC. Sometimes real life and riding coincide to inspire me and something surprising emerges here. Lately, its just hot as hell and all about the struggle to keep going, with whatever.

Sasquatch returns tomorrow night, and as we know, I may be the brains of this 2 bit sham of a website, but he is often the soul. He so willingly climbs into the dunk tank, he makes it look easy for me around here.

-Juancho

Happy 4th of July from all of us in Tallahassee, FL!


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Better late than never. What a day. Thinking about trailer parks, high school reunions, and fireworks, and if that ain’t all-American you can, ah, you can do whatever you want. I’m not into telling people what to do so much.

Tour news?

3 guys explode in futile effort to make something different happen. A bunch of meatheads sprint for the line after chilling all day in the pack. Same guy wins doing same thing he did yesterday. The COLOSSAL APOSTLE is once again mentioned seconds before the finish. What’s up with that?

I don’t know, it had it’s moments, but the Tour de France is no ride at Munson.

Juancho down and out for the night.

Big Mags

Main man, Magnus Backstedt, piled the peloton on his shoulders today and chased down the breakaway group which included the indefatigable Thomas Voeckler, hero of France. Last year, the plucky, babyfaced frenchman won the hearts and minds of viewers around the world when he fought like hell to hold the yellow jersey for 10 days. I hope I always remember his face as he struggled to beat the clock and hold the jersey for just one more day. I believe he could have keeled over dead after he saw that he had made it with just seconds to spare. He was racing to survive the stage, not win it. I won’t lie, I was screaming myself hoarse, alone in my brother’s apartment, tears streaming down my face. I’m sure it’s cool to win and be the champ and all that, but to see a man fight for pride, and pride alone, clarifies for me what this struggle with the mortal coil is all about. Goddamn, there is just nothing else like the Tour, for real.

So you may have seen it differently, but Big Maggie lurked at the front of the pack quite a bit today and even got a mention from Phil Ligget as the pack moved into position for the sprint finish. I think he is setting Lance and the gang up for a big haymaker tomorrow.

Still on the road, crusing FL in Barbie’s little red dream truck, collecting validations for my sweet, sweet life back in the ‘hood. It might not be much to look at, but I don’t want you people looking at me all the time anyway. Damn, give a brother a little room to breathe now and then.

S’quatch is home Wednesday.

Congratulations to Taco, who got a new ride– Santa Cruz Super Light FS.

I drank 10 pints of Guiness at my sister’s 20th high school reunion last night. So there!

Have fun tomorrow. Look for a special Independence Day posting.

Free Juancho!