Last time I blogged an update, I was on a serious yellow card as far as our east coast bike trip. My energy level was low, and the big surprise, I found out I was anemic: low white blood cell count and low hemoglobin. This was a big surprise given all my historic blood work has been excellent. My doctor suspected a low level bleed somewhere internally and that was preventing my system from keeping up with white blood cell generation. She told me to take iron and B-12 and quickly set up some testing. To make a long story short, all tests failed to detect any internal bleeding. So, I asked my doctor to give me another blood screen. Her response, "No more blood tests. Just take your ride and have a good time." Somehow I did not find that reassuring. So, I went out to a lab and paid for my own blood tests. And I have kept on training and putting the miles in on the Surly. Meanwhile my riding buddy wanted to know how my health and riding was going. I told him the training and riding was tough, and I was still looking for answers concerning my health. I was considering Friday, September 6 to be my GONOGO decision day. One thing I have failed to mention is that I have taken on a consulting job that has required me to work in the mornings and train in the afternoons, usually when the temperatures are above 90 degrees. So my riding buddy and I had not been training together. He decided that perhaps the two of us should put some miles in together and if he determined my fitness was not at a sufficient level, he would red card me.
So, after work one day, we set up a ride, with our touring bikes loaded with our gear. With some level of trepidation on my part, we set out on our ride. Temperatures were in the 80's, and our pace felt really good. He had told me he had been doing a lot of climbing so I was a bit worried when we started riding the rollers. But he dropped the speed down to a very reasonable velocity and the climbing was just fine. In fact after our ride, my confidence level had increased. It appears that I had been over training (not unusual for me) and my anemia was probably sports anemia. Sports anemia can often be experienced by endurance athletes that overtrain and their system is not able to recover, and they become anemic. My blood tests that I scheduled came back and my white blood cell count was back up to normal and my hemoglobin was back above the lower control limit. So, now after my ride with my buddy, my energy level was higher than after my usual training rides, my blood analysis looked good, I was feeling good. Two days later my buddy texted me, 'Marvin, we need to talk tonight'. Huh? That did not sound real good. What might be going on?
So, he and I got together for a beer and he let me know what was going on. He used to be a racer, he has always been a strong rider, stronger than me, and he is six years older than I am. But he had been fatigued this summer, and dropping weight. He had been riding a heavier than normal bike, but he had not been riding his touring bike fully loaded. Apparently after our ride, he could not get off the couch that night nor the next day. So instead of assessing my yellow card condition, he ended up red carding himself. Wow, I did not see that coming. But although I was disappointed, I fully supported his decision. This was a ride where your fitness cannot be in question.
But now the ride was off. I was a bit cratered. That night I told Dennie, "Honey, if I was 35 years old, I would do this ride by myself. But I am 65 and that might not be so smart." "Marvin, I am glad you are finally making an intelligent decision." "Honey, don't get a discussion I am having with myself confused with a decision."
So, what were my options. My buddy and discussed pushing it out a year, but it turns out he had come to terms with his age and capabilities and he said next year would not be an option either. So, find another riding partner, forget about the ride altogether, or do the ride by myself. None of these options looked like possibilities to me except to forget about the ride, and that was not going down well. Maybe I could do the ride by myself? No, that was insane. There is safety in numbers. We can look out for each other and support each other when necessary. So, if was to do this ride by myself, I needed to lower some risks and I needed some level of local emergency support. So, my brother lives in Philadelphia. I could make the ride shorter, terminate in Philly and not ride as far as we had originally planned each day. All I needed was emergency local support and I could make this ride happen. At least I could ride New England and eat lobster. So, I called my brother, "Hey David, if I take this ride and somehow physically break down, will you come pick me up?" "Sure, but try not to break down in Maine. That's a long drive. Try to make it as far as Boston."
So, the ride seems to be ON.