Showing posts with label Injury. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Injury. Show all posts

Monday, April 08, 2013

Ronde Van Vlaanderen: Citizens Ride 2013

Fields of Flanders

My bro and my father ready to do battle
My new jewelry 

There have a been few events that I have had to sit out in my life.  Most of them I could take or leave.

However this time it hurt more than most.

The day before the big Flanders race there is the BIG RIDE in Flanders.  It is called the Ronde Van Vlaanderen.

It was an amazing scene.  Nearly 15,000 riders hit the cobbles for this tour.

I would put the passion on par with Nordic skiing in Norway and it was something to behold.  All that uttered though I would much rather have experienced it on a bike versus on foot, arm in a sling and hauling my camera gear over a single shoulder.

Canals and Cobbles
I stumbled along a big chunk of the course around Oudenaarde.  We only had one vehicle and moving it was obviously going to be problematic.

So I took one for the team and walked a couple Klicks into the city and started humping towards scenic spots on the course as it wound its way around and through the small town.

The weather was cold and blustery but semi clear as far the clouds were concerned.  Good shooting day, but after an hour or so I was ready to come inside.  As chance would have as I was walking by a bike shop called Asfra, the owner waved me in with a friendly smile.  Was it that obvious?

Not much english was spoken but it did not need to be.  It was immediately obvious that bike shops were bike shops, especially in the mechanics department....... it was hard not to snap away.

15,000 riders literally out the door and after sitting in there for 45 minutes I never saw a dime exchanged.

Cycle wrenches.  The same the world over.

Work bench Asfra

Angels and inspirations
Once I left the shop I felt much, much more motivated.

I have traveled the world, mostly in a way that was linked to a sport I am passionate about and I have always found that despite language, distance, lifestyle, economics or politics, the sports themselves seal the deal.  We have a connection and a respect and I found that burning ember at the bike shop that morning.

I knew the trip would be all right after that interaction.

Up and out of Oudenaarde

Old and moldy 
I literally walked up and out of Oudenaarde and was heading for a section of Cobblestone to photograph.

One minute I was in a teaming village, the next I was nearly alone walking through freshly fertilized fields......A mistake I have only made ONCE.

I was hoofing it so far and so fast I thought I could cut across one of the many fields there and immediately smelled the fact that it was not going to happen and retreated.  The scenery however was staggering.  I could have shot there for days and most likely should have returned during the Pro Race the next day.
Right turn at the Manure Pile please
The Ravens of Flanders
After walking for what seemed forever and shooting through all my cards and my batteries I began the long slog back to the City Center.  My dad and my brother had estimated a return time and I was nearly in violation of it.  Upon my return I ran into my brother, beaming and proud at his time and effort on the course.

He rode it well and had a great time, cleaning every major Cobble climb.  My father however was about 2 hours back.  Something he should be proud of as both Aran I were of him.  The Tour of Flanders course is not an easy thing for anybody and yet he rode all the hills but one.  As jealous as I was of their success it was hard not to be infected by their stoke, and of course I had pulled a few good images as well.
Belgian bike fuel

Friday, April 05, 2013

Back like a heart attack from the Fields of Flanders....

Flanders fields 
I am back in the saddle (Figuratively) after a week in Flanders, Belgium with my family.  It was an amazing trip and I have a lot of good images to flop up and share.  I will be preening through them this weekend so expect a few posts on Monday!

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Enduring the Six stages of injury: Pictures from an invalided athletes staggers


So here I am.  Dealing with the Six stages.

Stage one.  Euphoria.  Euphoria in that my injuries could have been way, way worse.  Shit, six weeks? Nothing, I am stoked to be walking bro!

Stage two.  Surgery.  Going under the knife.  Still happy to be alive, but now looking down the barrel of the gun.

One foot in front of the other

Stage three.  Pain.  Lots of it, but not to worried about being outside because your dealing with dealing....

Stage four.  Mobility.  What can I do?  Walk, walk a lot and oh yeah walk.  Totally determined to deal with injury holistically and as best as possible.  I can do it!!

Stage five.  Depression.  Dont EVER look at Facebook as your friends are all killing it and all over the world!

Hear ya
Stage six.  Insanity. Tentative exploration, possible forward momentum (most dangerous stage).

Home sweet home

Shuffle shuffle
Stage seven.  Back in the saddle.

I am about stage four right now and not looking forward to five, although with all the great snow I am starting to realize I am turning that corner already...

One stage at a time

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Curruptive Splendor: A blast from the past!

Being broken I have been putting more time into a couple of projects that I have been procrastinating on lately.  One of these projects requires some old photos so I have been digging into the dusty brown boxes down in the basement.  You know, the ones full of all your old photos?  The PAST?  Man it was like re-living my life, only at warp speed.

While digging I ran into this picture of me skiing in Utah.  Ironic as now here I sit, old and broken from a jump!  Wow.  This photo also emerged on Facebook recently from a friend of mine (Miah) who also found a copy in one of his old brown boxes.

Gotta love the fact that I have knee pads on, and basically ONLY knee pads.....

Sunday, March 10, 2013

Man Down!!: Hitting the bench for a few weeks.

Well Friday was a bitter sweet day.  It was sweet in the fact that I had one of the best days on skis with Tae so far.

We hit a bunch of fun runs.  His skills are progressing extremely fast.  We skied trees, we skied bumps and of course we ended up in the Terrain Park.  The Big Guy park as Tae would say.  It has been years since I was in a Terrain Park and I was totally pumped to see how it was set up.  The upper hits were pretty much no brainers.  Go for broke, fly over the table top and land on an awesome transition.  They were perfect for Tae as well since they were set up for coming up short.  We session the jumps for 5 runs in a row and I have to say it was so freaking cool to see that little kid rocking it.

Tae at 5 hitting the big ones at Spirit
 It was like watching a snow flea zipping across a cornice.  He would come it super hot and because the lips were so steep by the time he hit the top he had just enough speed to clear the lip and land on the other side.  It took guts for him to do that, but he was so pumped every time that of course I had to start hitting them too!  After our five runs I finally decided I wanted to hit the next progression, the bigger jumps.  Well, I hit it all right.  I had just enough speed to clear the gap and make the transition but the tails of my tele boards just barely caught the edge.  Just enough to flip me forward.  Classic tele crash, over the bars and on my shoulder on super hard packed ice.  CRACK and I knew it was all over for the season.
Bummed for daddy
Bummer!!!  I hate to think that I am missing but it is A LOT.  First off my trip to ride the citizen Tour of Flanders with my brother and father.  Something I will still go watch, but will not ride.  Secondly, all the awesome crust cruising that we are lined up for here in town.  The snow just keeps coming and eventually it will be the perfect freeze thaw and that will be good for both bikes and skis.  But alas, I will not be the one to enjoy it.

I hope to focus on my photography, get some more work done and also do a bit more blogging so stand by for that!

Deep snow spring means crust cruising!