Puppy dogs, soft kittens, baby bunnies and a sharp stick

One shouldn’t really hate inanimate objects but I am here to tell you right now, I DO!

I HATE MY BIKE!

I have raced on this bike for the past 4 years.  It has never been right.  It hasn’t been so wrong, but it certainly isn’t right.  I have gone back to the bike shop that sold it to me (GEAR WEST!  I say this in all caps because as of right now I feel the same about them as I do about my bike) year after year to try to get it to fit right.  You see, it causes some discomfort to my left knee when I ride hills or hard workouts or very long distances.  Which seems to be the majority of my time right now.

I thought it was ok the first year of racing, I only did two races and the distance was not that long.  And, I didn’t know any better.

The second year I upped that ante on mileage and intensity of workouts.  That’s when I started to feel the issue.

The third and fourth years, I thought if I loved my bike more and didn’t think about how much I hated it, it would love me back.  It did, at least that’s what I like to think, but my knee still didn’t feel great.  I can only feel it when I bike, no other time.

Now, over the past few weeks, I have taken my bike into a cycling shop to have some work done and get another fitting by someone who DOES NOT WORK AT GEAR WEST.  I had at least three people shake their heads in disgust that I was ever sold that particular bike in the first place.  You see, it’s too small.  It’s more like a circus bike than a tri bike.  That about fits doesn’t it?

(Do you see the look in his face?  I can hardly help you lady but…I will try!)

So now, after several hours and two fittings later, I am left with riding low milage and light gears so my body can get use to it.  I don’t have the patients for this.  It doesn’t feel any better off the bat, in fact, it might be worse.

Jon told me to find my zen when I emailed him to complain.

There is no zen here, no thinking of soft fuzzy cute animals to make me feel better….only hatred, venom and loathing.

I am in the house of ANTI ZEN!

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