Mind Over Miles

Bye Bye Blogger!

2010-09-05T15:19:00.000-04:00

A long time ago, I registered my own domain... http://www.Mind-Over-Miles.com
From here on, that's where you'll find my ramblings.

Even Better....

2010-07-23T15:34:00.000-04:00

The guy who made this video is now my best friend....

How Appropriate!

2010-07-23T10:32:00.001-04:00

The Cool Stuff Report - Man's Best Friend

2010-07-22T21:48:00.014-04:00

In an effort to kick start my blogging habit (for the 10th time...), I'm going to do a weekly "Cool Stuff" Report. This report will come on Thursdays each week and will feature ultra sweet cycling related items (or technology!) that I think are deserving of a nod or public mention. I hope you enjoy my picks for this week - Our theme this week focuses on Man's Best Friend - Fido!

1) Cycle Dog Collars - MSRP $26.99 (price ranges depending on buckle style and size)
http://www.cycledog.com

It's made in the USA (Portland, Oregon), cute as crap and is made from recycled bicycle tubes! This collar has an old school "seat belt" style clasp and an attached "pup top" bottle opener for your adult beverage. Sweet! I've ordered three already although I'm a little worried that even the size small will be a little too large for my 9 and 11 pound weiner dogs. There is no extra small...

2) Snoozer Dog Basket - MSRP $89.99

http://www.snoozer-dog-beds.com
For dogs and pets up to 15 pounds (weiner dog friendly!). This basket comes complete with a rain cover for your little friend's head (in the event you are on a leisurely ride with your small dog in the rain...) and a handy dandy water bottle holder along the side. I have not ordered one of these...

and last but not least...

3) Bikerdog Jogging Attachment - MSRP $70.00
http://www.bikerdog.com
For those who need to walk the dog but can't give up their precious cycling time - the Bikerdog attachment comes with or without a harness so that your best friend can run along side your morning ride with a full harness or by simply attaching the leash to he/her collar. I have not ordered one of these since my less-than-brilliant weiner dogs would undoubtedly dart in front of my bike causing mucho painful road rash.

Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

2010-07-20T22:30:00.006-04:00

Stress, fear, sadness and confusion overwhelm me to the extent that I often cannot remember why I started feeling bad initially. Am I mad because someone upset me or am I upset because I'm mad? Sometimes I remember the details that I bottle inside while other times I'm just overwhelmed, and I cannot pin point the moment when it all began.

If I had a therapist, he would probably tell me that I should just spill it - to let it all pour from my mouth like the water rushing down the sides of the tub when you forget to turn off the faucet. And he would tell me that rushing water is okay - it almost always plays out to a larger body of calm water. But I don't have a therapist. And despite being one of the most loquacious of all humans; the more I think about it, the less I have to say.

One of my closest friends describes this as my intellectual drama. I believe "cliff-hangers" was the exact term. My decision [I get angry even thinking about it] not to talk when all I need to do IS talk. If only it were a decision...a blockage may be a better description. A hindrance, disability, or ineptitude. A flaw in my emotional competence. I appreciate the perception that I have control and can make those kinds of choices. Really, I do. I'm surprised that I seem so black and white...

There are others in my life who understand the need to shut down when all of the outside noises become a little more than you can process. When the pieces become so overwhelming that you can no longer see the puzzle. They get it. They put on their PJs and take a nap. Perhaps I just need a nap.

Will I be okay? Of course I will! Could I use a friend - absolutely! Would I spill my guts about all that's wrong with the world? I doubt it. Not even for a couple of beers. I am a fixer and a giver; I like to enjoy moments of happiness. I do not want to lurk in the shadows and corners. I've not yet mastered the art of rushing water.

Sometimes, all you need is a shoulder to cry on - even when you never tell what causes the tears.

It's hard to talk about things that are foreign to everyone around you. You cannot explain your own fears when you don't understand them yourself. Its hard to speak Japanese to a group of friends who only speak French.

So I ask what's more important when your friend is hurting - the emotion or the circumstances that elicit it's existence? Are you more affected by their wound or the bullet that pierced the skin? I think the emotional reaction is far more important and far more telling...

Your unlikely to extract the bullet, but you can probably bandage the wound.

Pots!

2010-06-17T08:40:00.010-04:00

On Tuesday nights, my real husband and I have started taking a pottery class. I figured it would be a good way to do something together that leans towards our interest in art. I am a huge fan of all things artistic but I've never successfully found my artistic side (unless you count my husband) - I don't expect that I'll be a potter of note anytime in the next several decades - but this should prove to be a lot of fun.

Day 1 of our class: I giggled at the gooey feel of the clay beneath my hands - you'd be SHOCKED how much strength it takes to center a piece of clay. Who needs P90X - just wedge and center a 2-4lb ball of clay each day!

We are taking our class at Callanwolde Fine Arts Center in Atlanta. Our instructor is named Jennie and she and her husband are both potters. We are the only "couple" in class and guess who is the only man in class...yep, poor Clint. But as usual, he's a natural. In no time at all as you can see above, he had pulled up his very first pot!

My first attempt at pulling up a pot yielded a not-so-appetizing clay doughnut...

As the night went on I got a little better although not before I had thrown my clay (and I don't mean on the wheel like I was supposed to), shed a few tears and ruined several pounds of clay. Jennie came over to assess my skills and was able to talk me off the ledge by the window and encourage me to try a few variations of the techniques she had taught. It wasn't easy, but in the last few minutes of our two and a half hour class, I finally birthed a bowl that was worthy of making it's way to the firing shelf! I'm not sure it's centered but it should make a perfectly fine paper clip receptacle!

It's Not About the Ride! (or...the best way to spend your day)

2010-06-12T22:55:00.019-04:00

Note to my regular readers (ha!) I'm just no good at this whole blogging thing...

As you have undoubtedly noticed, I STILL have not posted the rest of my Tour of California photos. I have a ton - but tagging them all takes forever and the TT photos take a lot of time since the riders on each team all look quite similar. And they should look similar - since they are wearing the exact same outfit and ride the same bikes. Anywho - that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it. I will one day post the photos, I promise.

Enough about what I haven't been doing..

What I have been doing, which is arguably more important, is riding my bike. I got into a riding rut for a little while there - the desire never left but the schedule wouldn't allow for anything other than my Sunday ride. This is problematic for a few reasons:

1) I like riding my bike. Being a cyclist would really stink if I didn't, wouldn't it?

2) When I don't ride, I get fat. Being fat stinks.

and most importantly...

3) I miss out on therapy. Riding is my therapy. I learn more about myself on a 3 hour ride than I can possibly explain to my readers (all two of you). If you're a cyclist, you get it. If your not - you should become a cyclist to save me the agony of trying to explain something for which there are no words to describe. And so that you can experience free therapy that is WAY better than the kind you pay for.

I took part in therapy with these folk s today. Only because I ride have I been blessed with the opportunity to get to know them. So I guess riding is a blessing in addition to being therapeutic.

We headed out for a 55 miler this morning. By we, I mean myself, the FCA endurance team, Lynn, Barry, William (who is kicking some bicycle butt this year after having a kidney removed!!), Jason, my bicycle husband (not to be confused with my real husband who never updates his blog anymore) and myself. Somehow, I let bike hubby convince me that we needed an extra 15 miles. This means that we agreed to meet at the farm at 7:15 and commute to our 8:00 ride (note: "the farm" is my house. I still haven't figured out why we call it "the farm"). As usual, we were running late so the warm-up/commute/extra mileage over was...um...fast. I like fast - it's another one of those reasons that I like cycling and refuse to buy a motorcycle. Unfortunately, fast requires effort. a lot of effort. Sooooo...by the time my 55 mile ride began, I had already ridden 8.....ahem...."quickly paced" miles.

And I had a mini bagel with two tablespoons of peanut butter for breakfast. Yummy but not smart. I had a banana in my pocket but warm bananas are not so yummy.

The ride itself was great. We took a new route from McDonough through Locust Grove and Jackson. We crossed over Lake Jackson and zig zagged our way back to our starting point.

The not-so-fantastic part was my climbing skills (and the 92 degree temperature w/ killer humidity). I should point out that I don't dislike climbing but it certainly isn't my strength. I guess I could be good at it but I'd have to actually do some interval work which I do dislike! But I digress - the point of my not-so-fantastic climbing rant is that I was never left to climb alone.

The best part of the ride today was the group. They are not just committed to their training but also to their teammates. This is something people don't typically attribute to triathletes. (Note: I am not knocking people who cannot decide on one sport - I'm simply pointing out that they typically don't have teammates to think about as part of their multi-sport habit). While I'm not a teammate in the sense that I wear their jersey at races, I feel like I'm their teammate every time I join them for their rides. Over the course of today's ride, I was checked on, pushed along, pulled to the group, encouraged, given a wheel and waited on more times than I like to admit. I was even offered a ride home. I have tons of respect for anyone who will abandon their training efforts to ensure that their teammate is safe/happy/supported. And for them, it's all about commitment. They are committed to something bigger than showing others how strong they are or how fast they can ride. They train, they teach, they repeat.

After the ride and a few minutes of sucking up the awesome AC at the Trek Store, bike hubby and I headed back. We laughed, cut up and poked fun at each other. We hung out and had an adult beverage (or three) while we watched USA play in the World Cup at my favorite local pizza place.

I can't imagine a better way to spend my day. I am so blessed to be obsessed with the best sport in the world.

Stage 6, Palmdale to Big Bear Lake

2010-05-22T12:34:00.017-04:00

I enjoyed a beautiful day in Sunny California today - I'm back in the LA area to see stages 6-8 of the 2010 tour of California. Once again, I watched from the KOM point at Millcreek Summit in the Angeles National Forest. I was surprised at the lack of participation this year! Last year I braved the cold with several inches of snow still on the ground along the side
of the road - this year I joined a small crowd of about 20-30 people who lined the sides of the road along the route. The Angeles National Forest has lost its beauty since last year due to the recent wildfires that charred the natural vegetation but it still has it's vantage points when watching the race!

Here's a view of the action:

An eight man break developed early in the race as the group climbed Millcreek Summit. At the front you can see Andy Schleck and Thomas Rabou.

A two man chase by Darren Lill and Ben Day of VAustralia followed shortly behind the breakaway.

HTC-Columbia led the peloton as they approached the top of Millcreek Summit. As they rolled through, I noticed that Chris Horner was enjoying a conversation with one of his teammates. I couldn't help but remember the photo I took last year as Lance climbed the same peak. If only I could climb while carrying on a conversation...

Being here makes me miss my bike. I'm looking forward to the time trial later today - I can't wait to see Levi pull off a win and take control of this race!

New Year, New Challenges

2010-01-16T22:26:00.002-05:00

I have the bicycle blues. I wouldn't say that I don't want to ride - but I can't quite drag my butt outside, either. I think about riding several times each day but I can't get motivated to swing my leg over the top tube and clip my feet into those pedals.

I've blamed it on the weather but it's beginning to warm up, technically - the days are already getting longer. I say I'm not riding b/c it's supposed to rain, because it's too cold, because I need to take the tree down, because I can't hang on to the tail of that ride, because my bike needs some work, because my shoes are too small and my feet hurt, because I need to focus more on my family (my husband, my job, my knitting, my cleaning, getting some sleep...you name it).... but it's all just another excuse.

What happened? Where did my urgency go? I miss my bike but I seem to have the most amazing lack of energy...

I need some motivation.

Happy New Year!!!

2010-01-03T22:42:00.005-05:00

Most bloggers post an entry on January 1st to "warm up" for the coming year. For me, I'm a little more literal. I thought when they told me to write a "New Year's" post, they meant that I should write a post in the "New Year". And since it's still the "New Year", I'm not exactly "late" with this post....

I've had writers block - the kind that comes in the form of two jobs, a demanding hobby, a husband, and most notably: children. That being said - I want to reflect on a moment of brilliance. They come rarely and I do like to savor them...

On New Year's Eve I had a spark. I remembered how fortunate I've been for the last decade and how much I have to look forward to over the course of the next. I posted a status update to my facebook page that is a pretty good summary of how fortunate I am; I wish I had hashed it out a little more for some deeper reflection but....baby steps. Unfortunately, FB doesn't allow enough characters for me to credit to all of the individuals who were important to me over the past 10 years. This being said...I figure if you're really that important...you probably like me and therefore will forgive me for having only enough spark to post on FB and not enough to elaborate in a long sappy post on my blog. Anyway...that spark went as quickly as it came but before it completely extinguished, I posted the following status message on my Facebook page:

"The Last Decade: Got married, bought a house, earned a degree, had a brilliant baby girl, divorced a drunk, got a great job, found a great man, earned another degree, married a great man, bought a house with a great man, had a beautiful baby boy, got another great job, earned a third degree, took up the best sport in the world, and learned that life isn't always what you thought it'd be...sometimes it's even better!"

What better way can I say Happy New Year!! Here's to making another decade of memories and remembering to find the silver lining no matter what challenges come my way. Thank you to each of you who have been a part of my life until now (even if you weren't mentioned in my fb post!) and I hold even more gratitude to those who will be from here forward.

With Love,
-C

The day Murphy's Law applied

2009-11-28T20:43:00.004-05:00

I have seen some crazy crap on my rides: a dead boar on the side of the road (yep, no joke...), a scooter that we were passing as we rode along Peachtree St. (!!), a gruesome car accident (still dream about that one), bike crashes (I know...BORING!!!), children throwing rocks at us as we pass, and more wildlife than I can remember (turkeys, deer, birds, turtles, frogs, lizards, cats (they're wild too...sometimes), horses, pigs, snakes, etc. etc).

Today I can add two things to my list: three deer attempting to run over a paceline of 8 cyclists (I swear they were aiming for us!) and the collision of three bikes - all of which managed to stay upright. Oh, and I should mention that one of those three cyclists in the collision somehow put his foot through the front wheel of the guy behind him, taking out two of the spokes on his Zipp 404s. After we changed wheels and rode the remaining 20 miles home - we realized that the guy who put his foot through the Zipps - he had two broken spokes on his rear wheel and rode all the way back!!!

What a crazy day man...the fun never stops!!

For all of these things, I am Thankful.

2009-11-26T22:05:00.008-05:00

On any given day, it's easy to forget that my beautiful daughter is the result of a marriage to a man I try frequently to forget. I often forget that my husband is the most supportive man I've ever known; I could never be who I am without his support. I have an almost three year old son who smiles more than any child I've ever known and loves his sister so fiercely that he I hear him tell her so at least 5 or 6 times each day. He brings each of us more joy than we've ever known. I am married to a man who is giddy when I'm near and makes me giggle more than anyone I've ever known; I love to giggle and feel happy. My husband is an amazing artist and I am lucky to be exposed to such talent; I could watch for hours on end as he creates beautiful drawings and paintings (each greater than the last). I am fortunate that I have a beautiful home in a friendly neighborhood where my daughter can ride her scooter safely without me having to worry. My parents are still a very big part of my life, along with my sister, my mother and father-in-law and my sister-in-law who is also my friend. I have a family and they love me for who I am - how awesome is that!?

On any given day, it's easy to forget that I have career that brings me a significant amount of joy; despite the stressful moments that I face each day. My boss is approachable and supportive and her boss is understanding and knowledgeable. I am blessed with co-workers who keep me sane, even though many of them may actually be less sane than myself! I am fortunate to work in schools where the teachers I work with love children and come to work because they want to. It's nice to have a job where I know I make a difference each day, even if I don't see that difference in my bank account each month.

On any given day, it's easy to forget that I have two best friends who support me, overlook my idiosyncrasies and insist that they love me - even when I'm not being lovable. One supports my obsession with life while the other supports my obsession with cycling which takes up a whole lot of my life! I am fortunate enough to have forged friendships with people who I suspect I will still talk to on the day that I draw my very last breath. Without them, I'd certainly occupy a lonely and uneventful existence!

On any given day, it's easy to forget that riding my bike is a privilege that isn't afforded to everyone. I am good at riding my bike - more importantly - it makes me feel free and at peace with every pedal stroke.

For all of these things, I am thankful. I pray that each day forward, I will remember to be thankful.

Rain Outs Suck!

2009-09-16T20:34:00.004-04:00

Nothing stinks more than looking forward to a ride, driving at break-neck speeds to get there in time and then watching as the rain clouds roll in. Why does it only rain when I have time to ride?

A "Membership Drive" and other random thoughts

2009-09-13T20:33:00.004-04:00

What a relaxing weekend! I spent Friday afternoon w/ my husband and my best friend, Saturday I went on a good 50 mile ride in perfect temperatures, followed by a party in the evening to celebrate my best friend's birthday. Today I cleaned house, shopped with the "most boring man" and cooked a delicious seafood paella for dinner. What more could a girl ask for?

Well, how about a buyer for my Jamis? I may have one...but I'm not as happy as I should be. You see, my dh and I have made a financial commitment to get out of debt as quickly as possible. So selling the Jamis makes this easier since I could apply what I make from the sale to what I still owe on my new bike, right? Well....sort of. You see, I don't want to sell the Jamis and I'm not being offered what I decided to ask for it (which I think is a very good price - a steal, as a matter of fact). The bike has sentimental value and although I don't ride it, I don't really want to get rid of it either. I posted it on Craigslist because I feel like it's unfair for me to have it sitting around when selling it would pretty much pay off my Ruby. I gotta keep thinking on this one...maybe I should try ebay?

And while I have your attention, could someone tell me what is the big deal with Vampires? Dh tells me that women love vampires and my recent survey of Borders tells me that he must be right since the teen section (which is geared towards girls b/c boys don't like to read apparently...) AND the romance section AND the sci-fi/fantasy section all seem to be oozing with books about vampires. Not to mention the number of vampire related T.V. shows on lately. I have to admit that I just finished watching season one of True Blood with dh and although I think most of the acting is really bad, I look forward to the next episode. I never realized vampires were such a big thing...?!?!

The birthday party that I attended on Saturday night really got me thinking about my blog's readership. While I was there, a girl named Amy introduced herself to me. When I explained that I was the best friend of the birthday girl, she immediately followed it with "Oh, are you the cyclist with the blog that Heather links to? I read your blog and I really want to become a cyclist". Besides almost peeing on myself because someone I had never previously met admitted to reading to my blog, I got to wondering exactly how many people actually read my blog. I've hinted on more than one occasion that I actually only have two readers but I know for a fact there are at least three...or maybe even four! So I've decided to have a "membership drive" (Hey Roby, get it? LOL!!!). I need for every person who reads my blog to "follow me" or comment to this post so that I get a general count of how many people actually read my blog. If you have a google account and you are logged in, you can click the "follow blog" button you see at the top of my page and I'll be able to easily track my followers. Because some of my readers aren't bloggers (or tweeters, facebook users, myspace aficionado's, or even regular email users), I'll track you guys through your comments. So what's in it for you? Check out all of these great perks:

1) You get a 10% discount on all items purchased at Cristy's bike shop*
2) Free advice
3) Excellent discounts at local restaurants and retailers**
4) The good feeling of knowing that you are amongst a group of people who breathe AND enjoy reading my nonsense.
*Availble for online orders only, excludes the following: bikes, maintenance, sports nutrition, lights, clothing, saddles, water bottles, bike fitting, pedals, shoes, lubricants, tools and all other items.
** Excluding those that maintain reasonable security for their customers who are credit card users

So whose in? :) Seriously.

Love Is So Complicated

2009-09-10T21:19:00.007-04:00

My first love was a Jamis Quest. Easily, the Jamis is the most comfortable, dependable, relaxed ride I've ever known. I like that it's there when I need it always feels like "home."

Then came the love affair with the Specialized Ruby Pro. Above all, the Ruby is a hot ride with it's all carbon fiber frame and Dura Ace components. It's fast, sexy and the one I always think about when riding crosses my mind.

Is it possible to love two bikes - each one in it's own way for it's own purpose?

I feel so unfaithful.

Post-ride Nutrition

2009-08-22T19:22:00.006-04:00

No hay nada como una cerveza bien fría con un buen amigo después de un viaje de 75 millas!

Lemon Flavored Reflections

2009-08-20T20:20:00.008-04:00

When the morning air becomes cooler and morning metro traffic becomes crowded with the sputtering, flashing start and stop of the big yellow school bus, rest assured that not only has school started, but that my life has become a chaotic series of events over which I feel like I have very little control. I do the job that I do because I'm passionate about improving education for children with disabilities, but there are days that the goals I'm trying to achieve become daunting and seemingly unreachable. Today was one of those days. My spirit is broken and instead of relishing the challenge I was given, I requested a meeting with the executive director, unloaded my concerns and ended up using half the box of tissues in his office and likely, all of his confidence in my ability to do my job.

As I drove home from the office 3 hours later than I had planned, I reflected upon the reasons why I became so upset. With each possibility that crossed my mind, I became keenly aware of the similarities between my passion for my job and my passion for cycling. Both activities bring me extensive joy and fatigue and engaging in both activities within the same day requires planning and strong organization. I am motivated by the growth potential I see in myself with regards to both activities, and despite the fact that I'm still working towards becoming "as good" as I want to be, I'm still successful enough at both that my self-confidence improves each time I engage in either activity.

But the problem lies in outpouring of emotion that I feel when I become stagnant and cannot produce the level of change that I equate with success. Today, I was upset that I had experienced only a 1% growth in Least Restrictive Environment (LRE) data at a school where I've worked hard to sustain a steady pace of improvement (despite the 13% growth I've experienced in two weeks at the school to which I'm newly assigned). Yesterday, I became upset that I was unable to sustain the pace needed to participate in one of my favorite training rides. In both activities, I've become stagnant and I feel ill prepared to produce the performance results I desire.

So when life hands you lemons, you make lemonade, right? Wrong. When life hands you lemons, you contemplate what you want to do with the lemons (make lemonade) and then you follow a methodical set of steps (a recipe) that ends with accomplishing your overall goal. As I thought about this saying, I realized that the importance is not the end result, but what you do to get there. Moving LRE is a lofty goal, just like winning bicycle races. If I am to accomplish either, I need to develop short-term goals and realize that performance is not only a measure of accomplishment but of the efficiency and reaction needed to fulfill a specified purpose. I need to go back to basics and make sure I'm using the right ingredients if my goal is to quench my thirst.

Win Susan

2009-07-28T15:07:00.004-04:00

Touching and beautiful is the only way I know to describe Elden's words. Just by reading his blog, I feel as though he and his wife are a part of my life. Please keep Fatty and Susan in your prayers. When you aren't praying, please acquaint yourself with an incredibly strong man and gifted writer: http://www.fatcyclist.com

The Injustice of Words

2009-07-25T21:14:00.002-04:00

The hardest times for me to write come when I attempt to relay an experience for which I have little prior experience. As an educator, I understand that we link what we learn to what we've previously explored so that our knowledge begins to create a web of experience to define who we become as individuals. Once we are adults, we live our lives under the false pretense that we are knowledgeable and experienced. We forget that there are opportunities for growth in every experience and every event. We also forget the excitement of new experiences and the importance of absorbing the opportunities around us.

I visited "the gaps" today in search of confirmation of my strength as a cyclist. As silly as it sounds, I've always feared the gaps but felt like I would finally prove myself as a cyclist when I could ride them without finding myself in a heap of tears, pushing my bike up the likes of Neels or Hogpen. It's always seemed like a rite of passage - an experience that might seem excruciatingly difficult but would somehow make me "wiser" or "stronger." By my own definition, I proved myself as a cyclist today. I found the strength to ride the gaps and learned that the strength I was looking for was not in my legs buy in my personal desire to improve and succeed.

When I sat down to write this, I wanted to paint beautiful pictures with words so that anyone stumbling across my entry might "see" the beautiful trees that line the mountains or understand the way the millipedes scurry across the pavement. It almost seems as if there aren't words to justify the sensation that accompanies my memory of the beautiful scenery I experienced as I climbed Neels. I don't know how to describe the sensation of flying that I felt on the descent from the top of Woody's gap to the rock pile at the bottom of the mountain. I saw sunflowers and smelled gardenia flowers; I found myself soothed by the sound of cascading water that trickled around me as I pedaled my way to the top of each climb. The images swirl in my mind but the words to describe the feeling of exhilaration I experienced just doesn't exist. I am a richer person, regardless of my ability as a cyclist, because of today's experience.

The "Weehoo" and other cool things!

2009-07-16T22:04:00.009-04:00

Nope, the "weehoo" is not what naked, wiggling men say when naked before their shower - it's a super cool new "mommy-must." This seems like the perfect tool for teaching my "super scared" daughter to ride a bike!!! She fits the weight/height parameters and could learn to pedal without being afraid of falling over! Dear old Dad could pull the Burley with my little dude inside. Before long, I suspect "little dude" will be racing me down the driveway! Just in case he isn't, he could use this once his sister is through with it.

Cool bike item #2 is my next cycling helmet - the one I have will make it until spring, right? Check out the press release for the specs - it's crazy light!!!

Last but not least...The Oryx TT bike - Oh. My. Goodness.

Measuring Up

2009-07-16T12:01:00.007-04:00

I've had a good week on the bike and when I do, it never fails that I begin to get the "race itch". I have a hard time judging my capabilities because I've spent my entire season riding with men who are ironman triathletes, cat 2 racers, elite classification mountain bikers, and a woman who just kicks ass at all of it. If I am to judge myself by where I fall in with them, I fall short. However, when I remind myself of my classification - I realize I won't be racing against Mike, Max, Joey or Brenda but I WILL be racing against a bunch of people with abilities beyond my awareness. I am always so afraid of the unknown; riding with new riders is like riding a new course - until you know what lies ahead, behind and all around - it all seems difficult and scary.

I talked it over with my "coach" last night who told me to "try on the race like a new pair of shoes". I'm not sure if that means I should only attempt to do this with my right foot (if the shoe fits my right foot then its a "go" - my right foot is larger than the left), or if I should expect someone to bring the race to me while I sit in a comfy chair and dictate exactly which race I'd like to try. Either way, comparing it to shoes makes it seem very do-able so it was a good comparison even if I am still in the dark about the general meaning of his fluffy metaphor.

I really prefer a single category race for my first real race and this one is a 3/4 mix but that just means it'll be a greater character building experience (thanks Max!) because I'm more likely to be last across the line. So do I register? I have one week to make up my mind.

A letter from the editor...writer...biographer...

2009-07-15T14:13:00.004-04:00

To my dearest readers (all two of you),
I haven't given up on blogging - I'm just out riding my bicycle. Check back daily - I think Big Ring Betty sparked an itch in me... You never know when a new post might appear.

I updated my mileage log although my Garmin was on the fritz for a few days so I suspect I missed a few in there. Several entries are missing "info" but that's what happens when you keep track numerically but you don't have the memory capacity to hang on to the details - the Garmin did the numerical work. I'll try to do better keeping up with this - it helps me see when I'm working hard/not working. The low average speeds you are seeing are probably days that I ride in the Buckhead area. I now lead the Peachtree Bikes Sunday morning ride in the Garden Hills area of Buckhead and the hills are really making me strong. On paper, the rides seem slow. These rides aren't about speed and 15 mph in those hills is not exactly slow! I have to match the pace to my riders. Typically it's the same riders but we get a newbie from time to time and it slows us down a little since the route is not marked and we all have to stay together.

Not much else to report - I've been working at Peachtree Bikes this summer and it's been a great learning experience. I'm the only chick so I get a lot of harassment - lucky for me, I'm pretty good at giving it back! :) I'm learning a lot about bikes - especially my own and it's been fun to sell bikes - particularly to women who would otherwise be sold whatever was on-hand just b/c it was a close enough fit. I've worked hard at disseminating knowledge and it appears that it pays off - I've had a few "noticeable" sales! :) I think consumers appreciate it when you take the time to educate them about what they are buying. Oh, and btw - PTB wouldn't sell a bike to a woman just b/c it fits - but I believe that many shops do. PTB is very woman-friendly and they are one of the wonderful Sorella Sponsors!!

Last but not least - I'll leave you with this: To race or not to race - that is the current pressing question. I gotta make up my mind quickly...

A Centurion at last!

2009-05-17T20:32:00.006-04:00

Today started early. 4:50a.m. to be exact. I'm an early bird but even 4:50 is pushing it a little for me!

I began my day w/ oatmeal, my favorite pre-ride meal - had a cliff bar just before getting to the ride and a diet coke (the coke was for after the ride but I forgot my coffee). I was pleased to see that it wasn't pouring down rain and that the forecast was now showing no rain until close to 11:00 or 12:00.

At the start I connected with Leslie - a fellow Sorella with a flair for endurance rides. Nina McKellar called to wish me good luck, Orinthia gave the centurians a hug for luck and another nearby Sorella pinned my number to my jersey. Leslie promised it wouldn't rain since she had actually remembered her raincoat and outfitted her Garmin with a plastic baggie. Before I knew it, we were on our way. The 50-75 centurians stayed together as a pack for the first 10 miles before the group began to string out into little clusters. Leslie and I stayed near the back - my only goal, I joked, was to make it home in time for dinner! Secretly, I was hoping to end up with a 17 average, little to no sunburn and enough energy to drive myself home!

The first 30 miles passed with little significance. We blew past the first stop which had a very cool Roswell bikes maintenance bus for those needing technical assistance. We weaved through Fayette County and made our way into Peachtree City for our first stop. The selection of Lara bars and fruit was a nice treat and all of the volunteers were nice and friendly. The stop was pretty good...until I pulled out of the parking lot to see a cyclist peeing on the porta john. Not in the porta john...ON the porta john. Go figure - I guess he couldn't wait?

The next 20 miles brought a sprinkle of rain, some nice rollers and a hilarious set of mailboxes - one down low marked "mail" and one way up high marked "bills". It gave me a giggle. I got a surprise at the 50 mile SAG stop - my blackberry was in by back pocket and it had chimed to indicate an email so while I was waiting for Lesley to use the porta john (I was so glad she decided not to pee on it!), I decided to check the time and saw that the email was an auto message indicating that Scott, my friend and cycling mentor (ha! that means I text him at random hours with stupid bike related questions...) had made a NICE donation to my campaign! w00t! Over $750.00 dollars raised!!! I grinned - and was happy to be riding, even in the rain.

Somewhere over the next 15 miles I passed Mark, Konnie and Beth completing the metric option. They all seemed happy and strong and we all cheered for each other like we hadn't seen each other in ages!

The next sag stop was manned by none other than McDonough's very own John Cheaves, manager of our local Trek store! Yay for John! I chatted with him for a moment and headed back to the road. Leslie and I only stayed together for another 5 miles or so - at mile 70, we got pretty far apart and the sky opened up and bathed us with rain. I finished the last 30 alone - but had a blast doing it. I didn't experience that "horrible feeling" everyone told me to expect at mile 80 and when I came in 5 hours and 50 minutes after I began, I felt great!

At the finish, I had a couple of adorable surprises waiting - Clint, Julia and Aaron were there to cheer me in. I've got pictures to post later - just imagine my son w/ pom poms and my daughter with those ridiculous hand clapper/noise makers. Clint assures me that not only did Aaron clap as I came in, he also clapped for every other passing cyclist, car and bird that went by!

I've gotta give a shout out to the Palmetto Police Department. Just before approaching Palmetto Elementary, there's a big ugly hill. It probably really isn't very big but at mile 90, it seemed pretty big! As I climbed my way up, I could sense a car behind me. I stuck my hand out and waived the car around. Seconds later a loud speaker came on and said "I know, I know. Just keep pumping - you're doing great!" When I topped the hill, Mr. Palmetto Police office said "Good job" and came around us give us 3 feet of space as he cruised by! I can't tell you how great it feels to be supported by the local law enforcement, especially after the Stone Mountain Park debacle.

Again, I owe a HUGE thank you to all of you who were so supportive of my fundraising and training efforts. I love riding more than I can express and this was a wonderful opportunity for me to support a great cause while taking part in something I am so passionate about. Thank you, thank you, thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for helping me be part of something so wonderful!

It's time!

2009-05-17T05:40:00.002-04:00

On the eve of my first century

2009-05-16T20:24:00.004-04:00

I want to take a moment to say a huge thank you to a number of people who have provided monetary support to the American Diabetes Association by supporting me as I ride the Tour de Cure tomorrow morning in Tyrone, Georgia. In honor of my dad Ralph Sellers, an individual living with Diabetes, I will ride my bike 100 miles tomorrow and I have raised over $600.00 in donations. The following people have made a generous contribution to my campaign (in no specific order):

Ann Sellers, the best mom ever
Clint Smith, my husband
Lesley Tucker, the best boss ever
Sandi de St Aubin, sister to the best boss ever
Desiree Woods, my awesome co-worker and mentor
Ernestine Cooper, another awesome co-worker
Karen Baumann, the best administrative assistant in the whole world
Kymberly Travis (you'll always be "travis" to me...), a long time awesome co-worker and friend
Kymberly Clark, another awesome co-worker
Jacqueline Sparks, another awesome co-worker and friend
Brenda Herrington, awesome triathlete, cycling role model and friend
Ken Barbret, awesome cyclist and friend
Sorella Cycling (from our awesome fundraiser at Atlanta Brewing Company!!!)
American Transportation (Thanks Danny Eldridge!)
Nina Mackellar, an awesome Sorella member and Tour de Cure teammate
Dave Ruddell, co-worker of my mom at Pax Industries

From the bottom of my heart - THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! Tomorrow's forcast isn't looking so pretty but I'm committed to showing my support of the American Diabetes Association and all that they do for individuals with diabetes. Please keep me and all of Team Sorella in your thoughts as we ride in support of our loved ones.

Btw - if you just hadn't gotten around to making a donation, there's still time!

http://www.tinyurl.com/supportcristysride

Max Futral

2009-05-10T09:12:00.003-04:00

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Originally uploaded by GEORGIA CUP

Max, who kicks butt all of the time, managed to break a chain at the start, have it repaired, do his TT and still make the podium!

Mike Roby

2009-05-10T09:05:00.003-04:00

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Originally uploaded by GEORGIA CUP

At the Georgia cup Time Trial (#4) in Juliette, GA, Mike takes off to search for Manatees!

Cristy

2009-05-10T08:56:00.003-04:00

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Originally uploaded by GEORGIA CUP

I look like a dork...but here I am, riding my Specialized for the very first time at the Georgia Cup Time Trial #4 in Juliette, Georgia. This photo was taken just after I took off from the starting point. IMHO - the only good thing about this photo is the muscle in my right arm.

Doug Delzell

2009-05-10T08:54:00.002-04:00

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Originally uploaded by GEORGIA CUP

Doug's start at the Georgia Cup Time Trial (#4) in Juliette, Georgia. Doug was wearing a specially designed, cotton jersey - LOL!

Speed Weaponry or Scare Tactic?

2009-05-03T20:20:00.003-04:00

Anyone ever notice that a rider on a disc wheel sounds a little like the approach of the end of the world? I'm sure these things are fantastic and worth every penny of their insane cost but can't they figure out how to make them quieter??? I'm convinced their sole purpose is more scare tactic than aerodynamics.

Okay, Fine. I am Specialized!

2009-04-26T17:53:00.007-04:00

If you know anything about me you know I've been endlessly bike shopping since late fall. I was only "shopping" until my friend Ann's husband, Danny, had to go be a hero and buy her a bike. Then, the fever got worse.

In January, I decided that I needed Aero Bars. That held me for a bit. In March I started riding w/ a faster group and the fever flared up again. Then came April when I (on a whim) decided to do my first Time Trial. I did quite well, I think. Looking at all of the pretty bikes around me got the itch going ONCE AGAIN. I couldn't help but notice that I was the only one out there racing on a STEEL BIKE (although, an awesome steel bike...)!

I think things happen for a reason. So I knew it was fate when I walked into Peachtree Bikes last Wednesday night and mentioned my interest in a Specialized Ruby Pro to find out that there just happen to be one - a NEW one - in a price range I could handle. If my memory serves me well (and it typically does) - it went down kind of like this:

Me (to Mike and Lori B.): Yea...There is a Specialized Designs for Women demo in town I think...I read it somewhere online. I know Epic Bikes did a demo ride tonight while Specialized was in the area.

Mike (Peachtree Bikes, shop owner): Hey - you mentioned you didn't want to drop to 650's (referring to a conversation about Orbea that we'd had earlier in the evening) - if you were to go with Specialized, you wouldn't have to - what size did you say you need?

Me: Yea, I saw that. I need a 48cm and I've been looking at the Ruby Pro for a while but I just hate to drop the cash. Trust me, I speak specialized as well as I do English.

Mike: Wait, did you say a 48? Hang on a sec...[Mike takes off to his office...my curiosity and I followed...]

Mike: [he "hunt and pecks" out a web address] Look at this! I can get you a deal on a 2008 Ruby Pro w/ the Dura Ace package since the '09s have just come out. They seem to have just a few left in your size they are trying to move! The price is great [he grabs a "calculator" and starts crunching numbers] ..... and you get a better deal since you're a Sorella!

Me: No shit!? Look at that! [I practically dance a jig...]

Mike: I'm about to place an order...if you know you want one...you wouldn't have to pay freight if you let me know in the next few days so I can order it with my shipment.

Me: Let me go home and sleep with my husb..I mean, sleep on it... that's a really big purchase...BUT...it's a really good deal, too...

I bought the bike on Saturday morning. I just couldn't help it - I've tried not to like Specialized because it's just so dang popular but I'm impressed with their lifetime warranty and the beautiful geometry that is unmistakable - even when seen from a distance. If anything was going to be the buzz kill, it'd be "the fit". I'm picky about my geometry - I won't make another purchase unless it fits my body and my riding style. So I climbed on a 48cm Ruby Elite that was the shop and it fit my body like a glove. Fate, I tell you.

I'm so excited I'm having to try NOT to talk about it or think about it. It's being ordered from Specialized tomorrow so it should be in by Friday. Then we'll have to tweak and fiddle with it, I'm sure. The crankset needs changing - I think it's time to move on from the compact (the topic of another post, perhaps?). I can't wait to ride it. I can't wait to take it out on the Wednesday night Sorella ride (which starts at 6:30, btw...not 6:00) and race up Olympic hill.

So to all of you who have humored me as I rant about bikes over the last 6 months - God Bless you - thank you - now you only have to listen to me rant about the changes I plan to make to this one.

Another Long Hiatus!

2009-04-16T21:13:00.004-04:00

I haven't ridden to Mexico yet - my hiatus is purely related to the amount of things going on in my life over the last month or so... here's a REALLY quick recap:

* March was a good riding month for me. I made my FCA Endurance debut (formerly known as "A group") and I managed to keep up for the majority of the ride. Was dropped on the big hill but I regrouped cut off the pack by taking a detour and finished the ride with them. I felt the most amazing sense of accomplishment. It was the fastest average I've had to date - over 22mph average for over 20 miles.

** My birthday sort of crept up on me...I woke up on April 6th to realize that my 20's were gone. I'm not at all sad and I don't feel any different. My family showered me with bicycle related gifts which will be posted here soon for you all to gawk at.

*** I have spent an inordinate amount of time worrying about a friend/trying to provide support for a friend who in turn has had to spend an inordinate amount of time worry and trying to provide support for his daughter. Out of respect for their privacy, I'll leave it at that.

**** I am involved in a legal battle at work. Don't worry, I didn't do anything wrong but I'm having to spend WAY TOO MUCH TIME dealing with it/worry about it. I worry, that's what I do. It'll pass sooner or later. I haven't done anything wrong, I just have to continue to remind myself that I'm not on trial here and I don't need to worry about defending myself - despite the accusations that may be made.

***** I have spent a great deal of time focusing on the needs of my family - especially my daughter. 'Nuff said about that too.

****** I have been on a bicycle quite a bit...surprise surprise. I did okay in March with regards to mileage although still not nearly enough...in April, I'm off to an okay start but last week the weather was really cruddy and this week I'm taking it easy - I am most likely participating in my very first time trial this weekend. I'm so nervous that I can't talk about it any more than that. More to come, I'm sure... But all in all, the mileage is increasing nicely. And in case you've ever wondered...that sidebar on the right logs only my actual road miles - it doesn't include miles on the torture...er...trainer.

******* I have accepted my addiction to cycling and all things related and I've decided that I don't need therapy. Therefore, I've decided to ride more than I write. :)

********I got my new Sorella kit? That's probably not big news to anyone but me.

So, as you see, I have had my plate full...as I type it, it really doesn't seem like much but there is a lot "in-between the lines" that I really can't/won't discuss right now. I'm cool, riding is cool, the family is cool - that's all that matters.

Today's Totally Awesome Bike Item is...

2009-03-08T18:25:00.006-04:00

the "SHIFT" bike which was created by an industrial design professor at Purdue and two of his students. Basically, the 16-inch-wheel bicycle looks like a tricycle, but as the child gains momentum and learns to balance, the two rear wheels shift inward to merge into one wheel. This causes the balance to gradually shift from the bicycle to the child. Talk about Genius! My daughter NEEDS one of these!

An attitude to live by:

2009-03-02T10:09:00.004-05:00

"I haven't looked at the Dow in more than six months and still can't bring myself to open my end-of-year 401(k) statement. Yet there are numbers I am increasingly interested in, ones that I know I can directly influence: miles, hours, watts, heart rate at threshold. If these numbers improve, so will my life, regardless of whatever else is happening."

-Loren Mooney, editor, Bicycling Magazine.

The best picture of me on a bike yet...hands down!!

2009-03-01T16:25:00.002-05:00

Epic Bikes Has Moved!

2009-03-01T09:14:00.002-05:00

Come on by and visit Tim and Mike at their new Epic Bikes location - 1993 Jonesboro Rd in the old Grand Harbor Imports store.

The new location is beautiful! Lots of great space for even more inventory, a bigger shop for the boys to play in and the coolest toilet you've ever seen (Thanks TOTO!).

Stage 7, Santa Clarita to Pasadena - Photos from MillCreek Summit

2009-02-21T19:03:00.005-05:00

Today I watched stage 7 from MillCreek Summit in Acton California. The Summit was the location of today's KOM and is located about 20 minutes from my sister's house where I'm staying:

A shot of the breakaway group as they climb to the top of MillCreek Summit. From Left to Right: Hayden Roulston of Cervelo Test Team, Chris Baldwin is in the front (Rock Racing), The yellow bar tape/glove off Chris Baldwin's right is George Hincapie, the RaboBank rider is Pieter Weening, and the SaxoBank rider is Frank Schleck.

George Hincapie and Pieter Weening as they top MillCreek Summit. They were among the top 5 over the summit who received KOM points.

Lance was at the front of the Peloton as he Climbs to the top of MillCreek Summit - I can't believe I got such a great shot! He was having a conversation (yes, a conversation) with the quickstep rider beside him. I'm not exactly sure who that Quickstep rider is (anyone recognize him?)

Francisco Mancebo (in the red TOC jersey) as he topped MillCreek Summit, just before his big crash.

A shot of the support cars coming through behind the riders.

I had an amazing time - It was awesome to just stand along the side of the road and see all of the crazy people running around w/ their bodies painted, roller bladers climbing the summit, people w/ tables set up eating wine and cheese....I even saw three dudes who threw out a sofa to watch the race:

I don't know that I'll attend tomorrow's stage - I want to spend some time with my sister and her kids since they've been kind enough to allow me to stay with them throughout my trip. Either way - I've had an amazing time - probably the best gift I could have ever given myself. I'll never forget such a fantastic trip!

Tour of California, Stage 6: Solvang Time Trial

2009-02-21T12:14:00.005-05:00

No time to chat - here are some of the photos I got yesterday while watching the Time Trial at Solvang:

George Hincapie

Jens Voigt

Mr. Livestrong Himself!

Levi Leipheimer

Mark Cavendish

Christian Vandevelde

David Zabriskie

Francisco Mancebo

Frank Schleck

George Hincapie Cools Down after his TT

Bauke Mollema

Me and Carlos Sastre - 2008 Winner of the Tour de France!! I got
his autograph too!!!

I'm off to Millcreek Summit - the highest point of Stage 7 - Santa Clarita to Pasadena! Wish you were here....XOXOXOXO

Why I hate IE

2009-02-17T22:24:00.001-05:00

Do you see the annoying blue line on my blog?

I only use IE on one computer - I forget that the line exists when I use the more superior browsers but then I log on from the laptop and...poof...my blood pressure goes up.

Because it'd be an easy bike to pawn...

2009-02-15T20:16:00.006-05:00

Someone thought it'd be a good idea to break into Lance Armstrong's van and steal his TT bike. What are the chances that this could be pawned without anyone knowing whose it is....??

It's one of a kind...

The Hour of Power

2009-01-29T20:21:00.002-05:00

How do you make riding at AMS more fun than ever? Ride when A group is there!

Tonight I rode w/ my semi-usual crew (Joey, Bentley, Kristen, and David) but "A group" was hosting the "hour of power". It was presented an an opportunity for aspiring A groupers and/or others who just wanted a hard workout to "jump on" and ride as many laps as possible. I figured this was as good a chance as any to see if I could "hang".

Unfortunately, on the way there - I became discouraged. The combination of taunting and self-doubt left me feeling anxious and down - I made up my mind that I would not attempt to ride with A group. I couldn't set myself up for the feeling of failure and humiliation I knew I'd feel if I wasn't able to hang on. I set out to ride with a fairly depressed state of mind but decided I'd focus on miles and having fun with my friends.

They really are an amazing site to see - the seven of them made 20-something-miles-per-hour look EASY. The magnificent seven - that's what they are to me. I rode mostly with Kristen - just having a good time.

But then we saw them coming up behind us...I was warmed up and I knew I had to try. I increased my speed and yelled back to Kristen that I was having second thoughts - hoping she'd give me an out....but before I could finish my sentence - the reassuring words of Mike came along beside me: "come on, here you go..." I looked over to see that Kristen had jumped in behind Mike and I fell in at the back behind her; we had just reached where the GRTA bus was unloading.

The first corner gave me the most amazing feeling of exhilaration and excitement! I screamed and giggled on the back - I had never taken a curve so fast and I was glad the others couldn't hear my giddiness through the wind. For a split second I worried that I migh fall but by the next I was out of the turn and standing to climb along with the pack. It felt amazing! Kristen jumped off to grab her light and I pushed hard and closed the gap...I had predicted that I'd make it no further than half a lap.

We flew past the stop sign and I could feel my "gummy" smile as I realized I was climbing the hills along with the group - it hurt and felt good all at the same time! I saw Mike glance behind him and wondered if he was shocked when he noticed I was still there. It felt good to know I had already made it to the "half way" mark.

As we topped the hill and started back down David was waiting to jump on. I made a space and told him to "jump in". We went down the hill and around the curve and as we moved along the flattest part of the route I started to understand why "the flats" could be challenging - no time for a breath, no break, just continuous work. I started to fall back and yelled to David to hang on that I was letting go but he followed my remark with "this is the easy part - don't let go - you can do it!!" and I didn't let go!

When we crossed the place where I first hopped on I could feel my legs beginning to burn and quiver but I was so excited to realize that I had managed to hang on for a whole lap!!! I stayed with the group through that exhilarating turn and let go once we reached the parking lot. Max had finished his pull and I made a gap for him but lost too much speed doing so - I was proud of myself and I had nothing to prove. I happily watched the group pull ahead as I let myself slow down. I'm sure I was glowing as pedaled along by myself.

There's a lot of negative influence in my life right now and I'm trying hard to let it go and not push it off on the others around me when I find myself feeling upset. In typical "Cristy fashion," on the drive home I felt a little disappointed in myself that I didn't try to jump on again later in the ride or that I didn't put forth the effort to hang on just a little longer. But I refuse to let the negativity take over - I'm proud of my accomplishment and I look forward to the next time I have the chance to push myself and see how strong I've become.

A little more info - so you can choose from more than color...

2009-01-20T21:37:00.008-05:00

The 2009 Trek Madone 5.5:

**Comes in my size (47cm - has a 49.4 ETT length)
**SRAM Force
**Bontrager Speed Limit breaks
**Wheels: Bontrager Race Lite
**Shown w/ stock color but is customizable for an additional charge. Other models come in different stock colors but have different components. The next step up comes w/ Dura Ace and is red and white. Components are also customizable for an additional charge and additional "build" time.
**no indications as to whether the frameset only is available
$4619.99 MSRP as built w/ SRAM Force

In my mind - this is actually the forerunner...TSD would die...

The 2009 Ruby Pro:

**Comes in my size (48cm - 50.6 cm ETT length)
**SRAM Red w/ SRAM Force front derailleur
**SRAM Force breaks
**Wheels: Roval Roubaix SL
**This is the only color option.
**Frameset only option is available in the expert line - color is gloss white/red, MSRP on frameset only is $1900.00
$5,000.00 MSRP as built w/ SRAM Red

The 2009 Orbea Diva (in a different color - for Vinny):

**Comes in my size (46cm - 50.2 ETT length) but I'd have to drop to 650c...Or I could go to a 48cm which would give me a 51 ETT length.
**Numerous component options from SRAM Rival to Campy Super Record
**Wheels: Mavic Ksyrium SL on Dura Ace model, Zipp 202 on SRAM Red, Reynolds Solitude on SRAM Rival
**Color options include black/white, pink/black (shown above), pistaschio/black (which looks pretty lime-ish to me), blue/black.
**Frameset only available for $2499.00
$4204.00 MSRP for Ultegra SL, $5999.00 MSRP for Dura Ace, $7069.00 MSRP for SRAM Red

Here's the skinny on size and components: I currently ride a 51 cm WSD (51.5 ETT length). After my recent 3D fit, TSD and I are both pretty confident that this is too big for me. I'm looking for something w/ a 50ish ETT length so I am paying close attention to geometry as I look at bikes. I really believe these three are my top picks - I looked closely at a Tarmac but the 49cm (smallest size) is actually slightly larger than what I currently ride. ETT length can be compensated for in small increments with things like the length of your stem - my Jamis currently has a 60mm stem (yes, they come that small...). So I'm at the longest top tube I can have and am compensating w/ the shortest stem I can find. This works but with no room for adjustment. Regarding components - I REALLY think I want SRAM Red but I need a longer test ride on Dura Ace and SRAM Force and Red to be certain. Campy has it's followers but it's REALLY expensive and I don't know enough to have a clear opinion. I do know that finding a LBS to work on Campy can sometimes be difficult just b/c some of the tool requirements are different and there tends to be a lack of Campy expertise among most typical LBS. These bikes are pretty close to being what I want and, for the most part, fall in the same basic price range. I'd love to stay under $5,000.00 if possible when I make my next purchase but I'm not willing to sacrifice my happiness with the product just to save a couple of hundred dollars. I'm awfully tempted to go the frameset route and try to build my own over time. Right now..whole bike - I'd be going w/ Trek unless I could get a fantastic Specialized deal. Frameset only - Orbea or Specialized. For overall looks - Orbea and Trek get the award.

BTW - I inadvertedly deleted about 4 comments from my blog...sorry 'bout that.

If you hope to rekindle the passion with your husband...

2009-01-20T16:40:00.003-05:00

Don't let him "customize" your bike. Apparently, Clint thought it'd warm my heart if he made a very special bike for me using Trek's "bike design" feature... Needless to say that if I ever buy a bike that needs a "special paint job," I'll handle it myself. This isn't exactly strong support for getting your design degree at Ga Tech...

On Looks Alone...

2009-01-19T22:24:00.006-05:00

Which would you choose?

2009 Specialized Ruby Pro

2009 Orbea Diva (this one comes in several other colors: lime green, blue, hot pink)

2009 Trek Madone 5.5

Tomorrow we'll talk components, price and geometry.

It's Not What You Think.

2009-01-18T21:49:00.009-05:00

The day comes when you awake to a refreshed state of mind, one where the past no longer haunts you and the future seems within reach. You forget where you've been and you look forward to new adventures. No longer do you morn the loss of the old or wish for what you simply can't have. There are no regrets, no plans, no apprehension, no frustration. You simply let go and realize there's nothing to fear - you can find a way to do this.

The intoxicated state has worn off and the feeling of excitement is gone. It's time to let go and move on to bigger and better things.

The Elephant in the room

2009-01-16T20:47:00.003-05:00

He sits in the corner and watches me. It's almost as if he smiles at me from time to time...but I know he only exists in our heads.

We move in circles around him and act as if he doesn't exist. We look through him and around him and in any direction that makes it appear as though we are unaware of his presence.

According to theory, ignoring the obvious will actually cause it to extinguish.

What's Up: A few quickies...

2009-01-15T10:41:00.009-05:00

1) Less Rides + More Work + bad weather = grumpiness and unhappiness. This sums up my current mental state.

2) It occurred to me recently that my birthday isn't really that far away... In honor, I created this:

3) I got a Garmin 305 and, so far, it has been the greatest and worst thing that's happened to me in a long time. Makes me want to ride...but also makes me analyze my performance. The end result? Cristy needs to ride more, work harder and get better.

4) On the home front: I got good news today. If you're in the loop then you know...if you don't know and want to - ask. Also - #1 seems to love her new school and things are going well!

5) I am bike crazy and want a new bike so bad that I have dreams about carbon fiber. I don't know whether to just fork it over and get over the cost or wait a year, train harder on the bike I have, and then get one. Of course, being the type of person who likes instant gratification, I, of course, want it now. The reasonable side of me (stop laughing) says to wait. The whole problem with me being barely over 5 foot tall complicates this whole situation quite a bit as well.

6) As of this morning, I have lost 17 pounds since November 22nd. This was much needed weight loss and it has helped my self-esteem considerably. Unfortunately, I still have lots of work to do and I'm a little sad because some of the damage of child bearing just can't be fixed in the gym.

7) Speaking of children, my beautiful son will be 2 on Monday. I can't believe it was that long ago (already!) that I gave birth to ginormous (I love this word but darn if I know how to spell it...) baby #2. You'd have thought I'd have called it quits after #1!! In case you are wondering, there will NEVER be a #3. And I'm very comfortable using the word "never".

More later...

Ladies night out - and Ken and Fred

2009-01-03T15:03:00.008-05:00

Last night the ladies of Southern Crescent Cycling met for dinner and drinks at La Parrilla Mexican restaurant. As with any "ladies event", the night isn't complete without a few of our favorite fellas so Ken and Fred joined in! Below are a few shots from the evening:

Belinda (Fionna's daughter) and Melanie (Ken's daughter): The youngest additions to our group!

Belinda stole my heart and we had a great time going through my purse, playing with balloons, eating teddy grahams and playing patty cake!

Ken and his beautiful wife Zuzana get close for a photo!

Awwwww....Fred and Ann huddle up for a great picture!

A group shot: (From left to right) Molly, Me, Marina, Heather (up a little), Belinda, Fionna and Ann

There was considerable discussion about what to name our ladies group since we've agreed to let "diva" die....

My Best Friend in the whole wide world, Heather. aka Vinny or 4get2remember...

Awesome guy #1 (Ken) who I was lucky enough to sit across from

Marina - who BETTER be back riding with us this summer...

Molly (who will undoubtedly be ticked that I managed to get a photo of her)

Ann - my faithful riding companion (except for today...LOL) and other "best friend".

Fionna - future winner of Ironman Kona!!

Last but not least, awesome guy #2: Fred - who looks after us all!

Drool...

2009-01-01T19:15:00.004-05:00

Orbea makes awesome bikes. The Orbea Diva is sitting pretty close to the top of my favorite bikes list - but guess what's hotter than this incredibly hot bike? Finding out that it comes in my favorite color...

Coaching myself to Coach

2008-12-29T20:59:00.009-05:00

A few weeks ago I was approached with the idea that I would make a good women's cycling coach for those new to the sport. I was a little floored because I never considered such a thing - in my mind, I'm a very amateur cyclist and I still have a lot of work to do on myself. Somewhere in my mind, this means that I couldn't possibly coach others. Aren't coaches supposed to be accomplished at their sport? I've never completed a time trial or raced with the "good" cyclists. I don't ride a racing bike and there are plenty of women who have ridden much longer than I have...

I also think about my interactions with others. This week, I was told by a friend that I don't communicate well and that I needlessly micromanage things. I took a tough love approach with a friend who was whining about "being a drag" when she comes along for a ride - none of those things seem very "coachy" to me. I lack patience and I'm demanding. I believe anyone can be a cyclist, but you have to be willing to adopt a positive mental outlook and push yourself - just like any athlete in any other sport.

Despite all of this, I admit, I keep thinking about it. So, in typical "Cristy fashion", I must also consider what would make me a good coach - and not focus solely on my personal areas of weakness:
1) I've been there and done that. I get the whining - I don't like being a drag either. But whining doesn't improve outcomes. Refocusing someones whining can be great fuel for performance when it's used correctly. Sometimes, we just need someone who can be positive for us when we aren't being positive for ourselves. Being positive doesn't mean you have to be agreeable...
2) I think my friend is full of crap and I communicate just fine - matter of fact, If anything, I over communicate. There is nothing wrong with me - this one is just a miscommunication, not poor communication. (Thanks for that one Big Ring Betty...I can always count on you to have my back!)
3) I may not be the best, but I'm figuring out what propels you forward when you want to be a better cyclist. I've started to take this seriously and I believe it's starting to show. I also know women and I realize that many of them have a fear of failure, a lack of self-confidence that they can perform as well as man, and in many cases, a general tendency towards poor self/body image. All of these things can be improved through cycling - especially if you have the right person by your side to encourage you to push on and remind you of your goals.

For many women cycling is a confidence builder, a great way to improve body image and general health. When cycling at a somewhat strenuous pace, the heart rate maintained falls in the fat-burning threshold which quickly attacks the stubborn fatty areas that women hate the most: abs, thighs and buns. Another point of interest for us ladies is that cycling also serves as a great way to relieve stress. In the November issue of Bicycling magazine, I read that cycling can boost the amount of neurotransmitters which allow your neurons to more effectively communicate with one another. Dopamine, in particular, is released to spur behavior that is associated with "feel good" sort of activities, making them more appealing. Those who know me know that behavior is my forte - and I can tell you the release of dopamine feels good which in turn reinforces whatever activity we were doing when it was released. It's also the neurotransmitter associated with addiction, but I digress... It's kind of like finding a $500.00 bill when you clean under the sofa. It makes cleaning a little more rewarding and your body tends to want to repeat the task in search of reinforcement (in the case of cycling, a let down of all of those feel-good neurotransmitters that encourage a positive outlook and better self-confidence).

I also know a little about coaching - it's really the concept of leadership as it applies to athletics. If I learned anything from Noel Tichy in graduate school, it's that in order to move others, you must first examine yourself and develop your teachable point of view (aka - vision, with a little enticement). You have to believe in what you are doing and be willing to teach others by walking the walk. You do as you want others to do - and you teach them the merits along the way. You make it your goal to teach others to continue where you leave off and to grow to surpass you. For me, the latter part of this whole concept is what makes me push forward. The idea that my impact on others could improve women's cycling is reason enough for me to read the manual and take the exam - but more importantly - to teach these ladies what it feels like to accomplish their goals and watch as their bodies and mental outlook make a dramatic improvement. I believe I can do this and believing in myself is the first step in showing others that it's okay to believe too.

As you wish...

2008-12-26T20:42:00.012-05:00

Several of you have sent me very kind emails to let me know that my blog hiatus has been long enough...so here's a quick update on what I've been up to:

I did finally break down and buy it and I kind of hope TSD reads this b/c I'm feeling really guilty that I didn't buy it from him. I had a set aside budget amount and I needed to get all that I could with what I had to spend. I found a deal that included the wireless computer which I hoped would work on the rear wheel so I'd be able to use all of the features as I ride (it was indicated that it WOULD work on the rear wheel...but it didn't...oh well...another reason to buy a Garmin some day...). I hope TSD won't be too mad at me...

Here it is - the Trainer:

The new computer:

For Christmas, Santa was good to us. He brought Julia so many Littlest Pet Shop Toys that I guarantee their stock will go up 30 points by the time the markets re-open and A Nintendo DS game (which was the Littlest Pet Shop Garden Jardin DS Game). Her grandparents also got her a refurbished iMac so she will quit monopolizing my computer...:) You gotta love my "techie" family. Santa brought Aaron a really big dump truck and "Gordon," "James," and "Annie" from Thomas and Friends. Gordon, by far, was his favorite. He was content to lay on the floor connecting and reconnecting Gordon and his tender. He even gave him a kiss from time to time. I got a bright green ipod shuffle to use when riding my bike (the 20G I have is toooooo heavy) and a Starbucks gift card that should keep me warm and toasty for a while! The blog fairy worked on my blog too - which was a nice gift. It's not drastically different but the frames are wider - which I like.

I've ridden at Stone Mountain several times since my last post - I'm continuously amazed at it's beauty. Take today for example, Big ring Betty and I took a spin around the mountain and when we started out, I remember thinking it was a "dreary day". After a warm-up around the small loop, we headed around the big loop. Just past the place that first had such an impact on me, I looked to my right to see that the mountain was partially clouded by fog. It was really pretty stunning! When I'm at the mountain, I find beauty in things that would have previously gone unnoticed.
I'm working hard on the bike this winter but I think I can work harder. I don't really know how to take it to the next level but I'm going to figure it out. I've had two really great friends helping me out - "Fixed One" and "Mr. No Response" have been very supportive of my quest to improve. Just their presence has had an impact - they provide me with motivation to keep working and that means more than I can express in words or writing.

So be calm blog readers...I didn't disappear...I promise to add "more frequent posts" to my list of New Year's Resolutions.

Decisions...

2008-12-14T16:18:00.004-05:00

This one:

Jet Fluid Pro

VS this one:

Fluid 2

or this one:

Magneto

What would you choose? Do I really need the Jet Fluid Pro? Is the Fluid 2 REALLY that much quieter than the Magneto? I've found pretty good deals on all three.... Do I need the climbing block or is the wheel stabilizer enough? Should I get a mat - it'll be on carpet most likely...

I'd love your input...

Why do you read my blog?

2008-12-12T17:20:00.001-05:00

and never post a comment??? I have ways of finding these things out...

Alone, but not lonely.

2008-12-09T20:25:00.002-05:00

I remember a time when I couldn't be alone without feeling lonely. I was never happy unless I was in a crowd or on the phone or in a relationship. It's strange how you can live life that way without really realizing that you don't know yourself or what it means to be content. You never really have a chance to think through how you really feel and evaluate what you hope to accomplish. Really and truly, nothing you do - everyday life or leisure - should ever be dependent on the presence of another person. We should make our choices and live our lives with passion and excitement. We should reach for the things we want, avoid the things that make us unhappy and banish the idea that we aren't "able" so long as we are alone.

I rode at the speedway tonight - alone. I passed two walkers and one bicyclist who appeared out of nowhere (maybe he got off the express bus?) but only for a lap or two before disappearing again. I wasn't lonely - not even for a moment. When I first began to ride, if there wasn't someone willing to go, I stayed home. I thought I couldn't ride or I wouldn't be motivated without having a friend along. As I pedaled along in the bus lane, I practiced keeping my cadence steady and riding with no hands. I increased my cadence with control and I explored the difference between gears found on the small and large chain ring. I stood for two minutes, then I sat for one; I repeated the drill over and over again - almost automatically. At some point the notion hit me to sprint one part of the track and then spin the other. At the end, I had drilled myself for over 22 miles. Every mile was dark, quiet (except for my ipod) and desolate. For the first time in a long time, I wasn't lonely. As I circled the track I considered the similarities between reading and riding and smiled at the silly comparisons I was able to make between "word-attack" strategies and "hill-attack" strategies. I realized that you can differentiate your rides, just like I teach others to differentiate their instruction. Whether you ride alone or if you ride with others who have a different level or skill set, you can achieve your goals independently using the same course or even the same bike. Cylcing is an amazingly social activity although you are almost always focusing on your own personal areas of needed improvement. I sang a little (poor walkers...I hope they had ear plugs) and I dreamed a little. At the end of the night, despite my reluctance to ride, I felt an calming sense of contentment. In a world where things can so easily spin out of control - I was in control and thinking clearly.

I still can't feel my toes!

2008-12-06T12:04:00.003-05:00

As part of my winter training plan, I joined the 7:00 a.m. "shop ride" this morning to tackle 38 miles in 27 degree weather.

The shop ride is led by Mike Stigers and is "billed" as a training ride for those who want pointers and tips about riding. My focus: hills. I need better attack strategies - I have strong legs but I don't always approach hills in the right manner. Many times, by the time I'm halfway up, I tend to give up or at least back off out of fear that I won't make it to the top with any energy left to spare. It's really not the hill I'm afraid of, it's what comes afterwards. The A riders climb the hills and continue at a respectable pace. I need to keep up.

On the ride, I was accompanied by the creme de la creme: Stigers, Max, Roby and Scott. Talk about feeling like a 5th wheel! As I struggled up the hills, they laughed (not at me), talked about pro racing, ribbed each other about their respective alma maters, etc. What was hard work for me was an easy ride for them.

I don't intend to give the impression that the ride was less than stellar - I loved it, I never felt left behind and for the most part - the guys were very supportive. Especially Stigers and Scott, but then they always are when I'm lucky enough to tag along.

I know that participating in these rides will take me to a new level and I know that I can't get to where I'm going without pushing myself to do more than I think I'm capable. I began cycling to gain fitness; my course has changed because I'm addicted. My confidence lacks and I know I need to focus on that point if I expect to move forward.

The tundra time trial was mentioned to me today and as anyone who knows me would expect, I was adamantly opposed. I know, as Scott put it, that it's a good beginner's time trial, but the thought scares the hell out of me. I'm going there - I'm just not sure I'm ready yet.

The Dark Side of Happiness

2008-12-04T17:45:00.005-05:00

I went on the best ride EVER on Wednesday night!

Stone Mountain has earned it's place in my heart forever...

I've never ridden in the dark before but it's a whole new way to experience a ride. The entire park had a quiet peace about it that was calming and exhilarating at the same time. The trees seemed to whisper and the water beside the mountain was still and made little sloshing sounds that I could barely make out over the sound of the slight breeze rushing past my ears. The Christmas lights were around the park in various locations and they illuminated the sidewalk and road in a way that enabled me to see the on-coming walkers and cyclists who passed by. The others that passed would say "hello!" and there were no cars nearby to drown out the sound of their voices. The park police waved kindly and waited for me to pass when they needed to turn and travel in my direction. I couldn't make out the beautiful leaves like last time, but I could hear them crunch under the weight of my bike and I could imagine that the pretty colors I had seen on my previous visit had faded to a coppery brown as they fell to lay along the road. The nearly 20 miles of hill climbing went very fast and although my body was very tired by the time I turned back into the parking lot, I was sad that the ride had come to a close. As I loaded my bike onto my bike rack I knew I'd be back for more...

Sometimes, the value we place on a ride is measured by our speed, distance or the riders who are along for the trip. For me, the value of this ride was in the beauty of the dark, the sounds I experienced and the feeling of calm and satisfaction I felt after the ride. There is something about a first encounter that will always hold a special spot within your memories...but I hope the passion I experienced will continue be with me and that I'll never forget the serenity of the night.

Cycling is truly my therapy.

I rode in the rain to the soccer field today...

2008-11-30T23:01:00.001-05:00

and it sucked. I need the rain to stop spoiling my plans.

A bike for Vinny

2008-11-30T08:53:00.003-05:00

Friday was a fun day - I took my BFF Vinny (aka Heather) up to Woodstock to pick up a bike she found on Craigslist. Turns out - it was a good fit! Heather, er..Vinny, was excited!

Later that day, we headed out to AMS for a ride except it started to rain as soon as we climbed on the bike. We decided to play in the sprinkles...which became downpour. By the end, each of my socks weighed 3lbs each I swear! All in all, it was a good ride. 15.53 miles. A leisurely stroll but Vinny did great considering it was her first time on a road bike (for further than up the street and back), she was wearing tennis shoes on SPD pedals and the weather was crap. We picked up new pedals for her yesterday so given a week or two, she'll be kickin' my rear up and down hills at panola!

Nothing new on the riding front...I've spent a considerable amount of time at the gym over the last week - trying to focus on legs and general fat loss. We'll see how that goes...

Epic Bikes is starting a really awesome contest tomorrow - the grand prize is a kick-a$$ trainer...perhaps my desire to win will put me back on the bike for a while.

Powertap

2008-11-27T10:20:00.002-05:00

Yesterday, I came out of hiding and got on a bike (so to speak..). I let TSD talk me into a trip on the powertap bike at the shop. here's an account of my thought process:

Warm up: Hey, this kind of sucks...it seems too hard - will it get harder? (up walks Tim, looks at my heart rate, adjusts the tension on the bike) Thank God, I didn't want to admit I was about to die 30 seconds into my warm-up...

10 minutes into the warm up: Boring....

20 minutes into the warm up: I wonder what mom will cook for Thansksgiving tomorrow...maybe I'll start cooking tonight instead of tomorrow...Oh Crap..here comes a customer...Did I turn off the computer before I left the house? I wonder if the kids are driving Clint crazy...

"Tim, I'm bored...when do we start?"

Minute 1: Not an issue. I can do this.

Minute 2: Not so bad (cranks up the tension)

Minute 3: Shouldn't have cranked up the tension so much...oh well...

Minute 4: Damn I'm hot...oh look, my heart rate is 170..huh.

Minute 5: oh crap...don't tell me Mike is coming over here, now I'll have to pedal harder...he's going to laugh when he sees my wattage...

Minutes 6: Mike's driving me crazy but I can do this...he'll walk away soon...

Minute 7: Oh geeze...here comes that other guy hanging out at the shop...oh god, and Tim. Do they have to stare? I'm panting like a dog...maybe I hang in there like this...

Minute 8: I'm feeling claustrophobic but I can do this....this saddle sucks and I keep sliding forward...

Minute 9: What? Turn up the tension? Mike's lost his mind.... I'm going to die...I can't breathe...I'm sweating..I never sweat...

halfway through minute 9: Thanks Mike, yes, I can see that my heart rate is 190...it feels like 290...I guess he really is going to stand here until I finish...he is kind of motivating though...in a slave-driver sort of way...

Minute 10: OMG, the room is spinning...where's something to hold on to? Oh no...it's over...I don't think I want the results...

Turns out, I didn't do awful. I'm not thrilled with my performance either. Despite my thought process, I wish Mike would have stood there the whole time because with him by my side, I was motivated to work . I've noticed the same thing with group riding...if left alone, I'll mosey along but in the presence of others, I'm terrified of being left behind or looking like a wimp so I work harder. The experience was good and I'm glad I did it - I know I'll do better next time.

Oh - and my output was 2.95 watts.

For Vincent Schumaker

2008-11-16T22:25:00.002-05:00

I rode my bike last Monday at Stone Mountain for about 15 miles. There are more hills than I can shake a stick at and when I'm done, I'm much more tired than I am after completing 30 miles of riding nearby my 'hood.

I haven't posted much since I haven't been on a bike much...and supposedly...this is a cycling blog.

I have plans to attempt to ride on Mondays and Wednesdays from here on out. Well, after this week...this week is a little crazy... We'll see how it goes...I'm trying to stay motivated despite the wind and dropping temperatures.

If I don't get on a bike soon, I'll turn into a hippo/house/blob/really fat person. And that would suck. I earned a lot of fat while making my babies and while I love 'em (the babies), I can do without the fat.

Good night weekend from hell....

2008-11-09T22:04:00.003-05:00

...I'm off to bed. I'm happy to report that you threw many rocks along the tarmac but I swerved and pedaled like hell. Here at the end...I'm still standing.

Sweet Dreams - tomorrow is a new day!

A Beautiful Ride

2008-11-07T20:05:00.002-05:00

Today I took my first ride around Stone Mountain Park. It was absolutely beautiful - so much that I found myself very "still" and calm. There is one part of the loop that is very wooded, fairly flat and curvy; the lake is just a few hundred yards to the right. As I traveled along this section of road, yellow leaves were floating in a slight diagonal and dropping quietly to the ground. That image continues to flash in my mind even now, almost eight hours later.

I also recall a beautiful red maple tree with leaves the color of apple cider. I had the most amazing urge to drop my bike and just stare at the tree...maybe pull off a leave to admire it's beauty even closer. I passed the tree without stopping but it's brilliance will be forever remembered.

Some may be surprised by my silence on the bike - I am aware that I am quite the loquacious individual and I'm not ignorant to the jokes that are made about it. When I ride my bike, the beauty of the things around me become more apparent as I'm able to mentally slow down, focus and think clearly.

I enjoy the beauty of the outdoors and I thoroughly enjoyed the beauty I was able to witness today.

Claxton is toast...or fruitcake, rather...

2008-11-05T19:34:00.003-05:00

So my ride in Claxton has fallen through. Yesterday, I sat to compose a post about this but I just couldn't do it amongst the election, the chaos of two kids and my frustration over the whole situation. While I admit that I'm very disappointed (I've never seen Savannah which is where we were planning to stay and more than anything...it was to be my first full century!), I'm also very happy for a few reasons:

1) First and foremost - a friend of mine has been struggling with things beyond his control. He's a very patient and calm guy and I admire his ability to hang in there and weather the situation. A big part of the reason I'm not going is because we had planned this together and he has had to cancel. The good news is that his cloudy skies are starting to look brighter and I'm very happy and confident that his decision not to go will be a good one. Friend, if you're reading this - I'm glad things are looking up and you owe me a ride...big time! :)
2) I can train even more so that when I do my first century, people will turn their heads and say..."wow...who is the nicely sculpted, very hot chick on the pistachio and pearl bike that just passed me like I'm standing still???"
3) I can be at home to go to art class with my daughter on Saturday - she is taking a children's multimedia art class at Chastain Arts Center on Saturday mornings and I've yet to be able to go with her. This weekend I'll get to find out what all the excitement is about!
4) I can attend the ironman party for my friends who kick ass and finished an ironman race over the past couple of weekends...

Life is good.

Did anyone know that Claxton is the fruitcake capital of the world?

My Halloween Treats

2008-10-31T20:53:00.004-04:00

There are days when the world seems dark and its hard to find the silver lining along the gray could that hangs overhead. Those dark and lonely days will drag you down and make you forget all of the things in the world that you are/should be thankful for.

Amidst my recent slump, a "cyber friend" (aka Fat Cyclist) has been carrying a load much heavier than I could ever imagine. From the first time I stumbled across his blog I was drawn by his wit, charisma and eloquence. His site, which started out as a way to poke fun at himself and maintain his motivation for riding his bike, is now a crusade against cancer. This week, Fat Cyclist has struggled more than I'll ever know and his recent writings have touched me in ways my simple words cannot explain.

Today I found the true treats of Halloween when I focused not on myself and my frustrations, but on those that I love the most. My Halloween was filled with a trick or two, but most importantly, two of the greatest treats one could ever have:

Happy Halloween my sweet babies, I love you more than you'll ever know!

Aaron (my smiley boy)

and Julia bug (the coolest pirate ever)

Draggin' my ass

2008-10-30T22:33:00.002-04:00

As of late, riding my bicycle is my biggest source of relaxation, stress relief and (as Ann would say) meditation. It's hard for me to find time to ride as much as I'd like to - I envy those guys who talk about the "magic number" and say that it's when they consistently ride 150-200 miles a week. I feel lucky to get in 80-100 miles each week and I've still got three times as much body fat as some people who don't get on a bicycle at all...

Today I made preparation to ride my bike. This is an undertaking since it means I need to get up earlier (I already get up by 5:00), get my riding clothes together, load my bike, prepare my bottles and pack a good lunch. Then I have to work hard to leave the building on time so that I can make it to my ride destination in time to change and be ready to go by start time. Today, I actually managed all of this. And then my legs felt like lead.

I managed two (after my parking lot warm up) laps around the track at AMS before Ann joined me. I think I finished three more with her before she commented that I was really draggin' my ass. I knew then that I didn't just feel slow and sluggish...I was slow and sluggish. My throat had begun to hurt, my ears were soar and I had the distinct feeling that I was coming down with a cold. Not what I need when taking steroids each hour...

I headed home after only 11.5 miles. Nothing makes me feel worse than having a bad night on the bike.

Riding at Claxton is going to be a disaster if I can't get on the bike and put in some miles.

Patience is not a virtue I was given.. OR... Things you probably DIDN'T want to know.

2008-10-29T12:44:00.002-04:00

1) I don't like feeling bad. It makes everything else bothering me seem worse and the good things that DO exist in my life seem to be shrouded by heavy flannel or a corneal ulcer...

2) When I want something, I typically wanted it yesterday. I make decisions after much thought. To some, it may seem that my decisions are impulsive when the truth is that when I have a decision to make, I pool all of my resources and focus on the decision I have to make until my mind is set. This is different from the way that others attempt to think on something, put it to rest, think about it again the following day, etc. etc. I don't like unfinished business so I make decisions as I face them and then move on. I am more frustrated than you can imagine when I am not able to make decisions because I'm waiting on others to make decisions that impact my decisions.

3) I am a planner. I like to prepare in advance and be ready for all things. This includes work, children's birthday parties, dinner, the weekend, trips, etc. I used to think this was a bad thing that meant I was obsessive. Now I think its a good thing that confirms that I am obsessive.

4) I need stability. For this reason, I do not wear high heels daily. I also need to know that my life is going in a solid direction where there is a foreseeable (and preferably desirable) future.

5) I enjoy the occasional opportunity to leave reality and visit a lifestyle that really isn't mine. This means I enjoy dinner alone or in places I can't typically afford, shopping for furniture I have no where to put, driving through neighborhoods in which I'll never live and reading about people who live in and travel to places I'll probably never see.

If life is what you make it, could someone please tell me the recipe?!

Take me out to the Ballgame

2008-10-28T10:04:00.003-04:00

Sometimes life throws you a curve ball and you have no choice but to knock it out of the park. You're standing at the plate and you observe the wildly misbehaved ball as it sails through the air and starts to glide out of reach. For a moment, that little heart palpitation happens - the kind you usually feel when a car swerves head on into your lane or when the object of your affection appears when you least expect it. You catch your breath and re-evaluate the situation. Do I reach out and swing or do I wait patiently to see if the ball realigns with the plate? Should I let this one go and save my energy for the next pitch? Sometimes, it's just better to pick your battles.

What if I go blind?

2008-10-27T13:26:00.001-04:00

Will I be able to sense the cars approaching behind me?

This better not mess up my Claxton ride!!

FHF II

2008-10-26T18:55:00.003-04:00

I allowed myself to be coerced into riding FHF II today despite the limited vision in my left eye. All in all, I'm glad I decided to do it but the day certainly had its ups and downs:

5:30 - alarm clock. Not what I wanted to hear, opened my eyes to find that I had no more vision than the previous day - if I had to guess, it's actually a little worse. I made up my mind that I wouldn't ride but then decided to put on my club gear under my jeans and sweatshirt, just in case.

6:30 - Starbucks, of course.

7:00 -- arrived at Heritage Park and helped the crew set up registration tables, prepare food and drinks, etc. It was really COLD!

8:15 - Scott G offered to hang back on the metric with me if I'd ride. He insisted that if I grabbed his wheel (but not too close - you know, in case I REALLY couldn't see), I'd be fine. I agreed. I wanted to ride so bad.

9:00 - Mass Start. I was nervous before I even left the lot.

The rest goes like this:
less than 5 miles into the ride, Scott and I were separated. I immediately came across Michael and Phil and rode between the two of them. It didn't take long before Phil took off to catch the peloton and Michael and I were mixed in the crowd. Two riders passed by on my left in a very close fashion and I became aware of how little I really could see. It felt like I was looking through waxed paper on the left side of my body. And have you ever noticed that when one of your senses is off, you just don't feel like anything works right? Well, shortly after, a car passed and I became really afraid - It was like I didn't hear the car as it breezed by VERY close to me. I immediately wanted to climb off the bike and cry. If you know me well, you know that I hate to cry in public almost worse than I hate humiliation.

I hung on until the first SAG stop and much to my embarrassment - there sat Tim, Scott and a few other guys from our club. I didn't want to see them b/c I knew I was close to tears. I didn't want to loose the "cool and cute" points I had earned when I crashed a few weeks back. I pleaded with Scott and Tim to "Go!" when they wanted to know what was wrong. I was humiliated and disappointed in myself. I think I really would have quit but Scott said the magic words, "You mean I fell of the peloton for you and you're going to quit?!"....that was all it took. I couldn't handle feeling like I had messed up someones ride so I pushed on.

The next several miles were fine...until I was pulled over by the Sheriff. I was approaching a left hand turn and I signaled as usual. As I made the left, there was a car on-coming that was making a right onto the same road. As I approached, I noticed it was a Jasper County Sheriff's car. He stopped and made a motion with his hand. For a split second I thought "how nice - he's holding traffic for me!" I passed on by and he blew his horn at me - I suddenly realized he intended to pull me over. When I pulled to the right, he pulled up beside me and told me that they were receiving lots of complaints that we weren't moving out of the way of traffic. Respectfully, I explained that we were riding the white line, never more than 2 abreast - according to the law. He repeated that they were receiving complaints that we weren't moving out of the way. Michael pulled up beside me and I knew he was wanting to argue - I motioned for him to hold back and I thanked the officer, mounted my bike and pulled away. We later saw him up ahead waiting for us to pass. I guess we were riding to his satisfaction because he didn't stop us again.

The second SAG seemed like 900 miles away from the first. The first was at 17.5 miles and the second wasn't until 47 miles! Michael and I collapsed to the ground and refueled our bodies w/ liquid and a Nutrigrain bar. I got up to leave but Michael insisted that he was planning to catch a ride back. I left the stop w/ Scott, the guy in black and white and the guy in gray. A few others joined in as well.

The next SAG stop was only 8 miles away. I really didn't want to stop but I pulled to the side to debate whether I needed to use the restroom. Something about the distance up the driveway to the gas station helped me decide that I could make it back without going inside. I pedaled on, three or four other guys with me.

The next couple of hills made me want to vomit...I hung in there and climbed to the top of each one as it approached. I think I did a better job climbing today than I usually do - and I'm proud to admit that I never came out of the large chain ring, despite the intensity of the hills.

The last 10 miles were a blur. Somewhere along the way it ended up that it was only Scott and I pedaling to the finish. I can't tell you how grateful I was to have him with me. His experience as a rider really became apparent: he allowed me to pull ahead when I felt a little burst of energy and he correctly anticipated when my energy was running low and pulled in front of me to help me along. A few times, he assured me that I was doing well. Somewhere inside I was ashamed that I was struggling so hard but at the same time, I really felt like he was genuine and wanted to see me finish the ride. It was comforting and made me glad I decided to keep going. If I've never commented before - the guys I ride with at Epic are carefully selected. Each of my "heroes" have proven to be reliable riders who care as much about helping their fellow rider as proving their own "dominance". After today, I think Scott has been added to my list.

We finished the ride and spread out across the warm pavement to bask in the sun and wait for the 100 milers to pull in - everyone was eager to see Mike Stigers finish since he'd decided to do the full 100 on his fixed gear bike.

I'm proud of some of my accomplishments today (the big chain ring, my decision to continue the ride despite my fear) and I'm embarrassed at others (did I really cry?!). The important thing is that I did my best and I refused to give up.

Oh My God, Claxton is in two weeks...

Come take a ride on a roller coaster...

2008-10-24T21:10:00.003-04:00

My week in Summary:

Monday - my daughter's school called and I had to go and get her. I won't elaborate on this - if you know, you know.....but lets just say its my greatest source of frustration right now. I spend about 80% of my time thinking about the situation. If you are getting calls or texts from me, feel privileged because I'm spending my only remaining time w/ you on my mind. Heather, Clint, Chris, Tim, Ann and others - I love you guys - you keep me sane (well, most of you do...LOL). I also elected to ride and celebrate Phil's birthday - I really needed the break.

Tuesday - a fairly normal day by most standards...busy at work but nothing too exciting filled my day. It was a good day. Bizarre that a good day for me lately is one where nothing happens. Had strange dreams involving random people and a visit to the circus???

Wednesday - A pretty good day. I rode w/ a mix of A and B groupers and surprised a few folks. I've had a lot of comments lately on my improvement and the possibility that I can ride w/ A in the spring if I keep it up. I averaged 19.8 for the ride, including the slow laps I made around the parking lot before we pulled out. This makes me feel good. Stayed after the ride w/ Tim planning the Tim and Cristy Dog and Pony Show, aka FHF Century. I've been made "Director of Sanitation"...which I think means I get to deal with the shit and bull-shitters....

Thursday - Busy, long and productive. Met the Divas for Margaritas at La Parilla. Yes, my third dinner at La Parilla in a week. Strange, I know. The Margarita was huge and awesome - we had lots of fun and undoubtedly we'll do it again. It's nice to ignor the real world, even if just for a few hours each week.

Friday - Any good I had in the week went out the window. I woke up w/ eye issues. I figured something was just under my contact so I cleaned it and put back in only to find the irritation worse. I changed to glasses and proceeded to go to work (the state DOE is monitoring our system next week and guess who has schools on the list to be visited and observed...yep...me...so I needed to "clean up" some stuff). With every hour, my eye got worse. I made a 2:00 appt to have my eye looked at. By 11:00, I called and begged to be seen sooner but was told 2:00 was it. I finished work and headed home to change. As I zipped up my jeans, my husband called to tell me that my daughter's school called. To make a long story short - the principal and I had a not so positive or agreeing conversation. I pretty much made it clear that I wasn't coming to get my daughter and I'm ready to look at other schools. I proceeded to the doctor to have my eye looked at. By this time, I was convinced that I had pink eye....instead I "most likely" have a herpetic ulcer in my eye. Yep, thats gross but it's true...you can get the equivalent of a mouth ulcer in your eye and the doctor thinks that I "probably" have one. All I know is my eye hurts so bad I've considered just cutting it out and I've prayed and told God that I'd have 4 more children if he'd just make it stop. God reminded me that I'm not able to have more children so I'll just have to deal w/ the eye gunk. For those of you who know how big my children were at birth, you understand that I'm in a LOT of pain. Dr. put me on meds and told me to come back Monday so she can see if it has progresed or diminished...if it has diminshed then it wasn't an ulcer and if it's gotten worse or stayed the same, she'd put me on a steroid to treat the ulcer. I'm concerned that that means my eye could potentially get worse this weekend. Most of you know I'm supposed to ride a metric this weekend... I spent most of the afternoon shut up in the darkest room I could find and cried over my kid. It's been a rough day and a fairly bad week.

Here's to a better Saturday and Sunday.

A welcomed Release...

2008-10-21T20:39:00.007-04:00

Sometimes you have a day where everything falls in place. You actually finish your to-do list, your child's school doesn't call with a behavioral concern and you get at least one comment on your blog along with a handful of funny emails/comments from people who, for some reason, know how to say things that make you giggle (PTA meeting? whatever!....No Response.....tube socks and chamois cream...Fullbite scholarship.....) YOU GUYS MADE MY DAY!!.

I'm off to a nice long soak in a tub of bubbles with a good glass of Merlot. The last few weeks have brought me all kinds of family-related baggage that has really soured my disposition. If your out there and your reading this...I love every one of you for putting up with my moodiness this week and not forgetting that, on most days, I'm a cute, fun-loving, giggly girl who has found her weakness not in chocolate or shopping, but in the complexities of 20 gears and training to become a kick-ass cyclist.

I ate my Wheaties or... Why I'm sad the fall is here...

2008-10-20T21:12:00.004-04:00

Anyone who knows me, knows that I love the changing leaves and brisk temperatures of autumn. This year, for the first time, I'm sad to see the colder air arrive. Just when I'm starting to be where I want to be, it's time for my cycling group to disband. I hope I find a winter training ride.

Tonight I broke my personal record. I typically don't ride on Mondays but because it was Phil's birthday, I arranged to skip soccer to celebrate with other club members at La Parilla. I'm glad I decided to ride because for a 27.04 mile ride, I averaged 19.48 mph. It felt nice to listen to the guys talk about my strength and high five me each time we pulled aside to wait for the slower riders...

As Mark H. would say, I ate my Wheaties today.

Truth is - I needed to blow off some steam. There are several crazy things happening in my life right now and I find that my head is much clearer after a ride. Sometimes my anger becomes power - I think that's the truth of what happened tonight. Either way, I'll take it.

As a side note, I need to comment on a tidbit of sadness - please keep "fat cyclist" (aka Elden) in your prayers - his wife Susan is struggling with cancer. If you are interested in learning more, check the sidebar and look for my link to his blog. Hands down, it's my favorite daily read.

WIN SUSAN!

Pardon the Interruption: 25 things you always wanted to know about me but refused to ask..

2008-10-19T19:33:00.007-04:00

1) I'm an Aries and my birthday is April 6th.
2) My favorite place to ride a bike is anywhere there is someone willing to ride with me. I love people and getting to know others - the world is full of many different personalities.
3) I have three degrees and I'm sure I'll finish a fourth someday. I love to learn and I think schooling is a necessary evil.
4) I have exactly one best friend and a million acquaintances.
5) I think digital communication is almost the most awesome invention. I prefer to type my thoughts and feelings because I can revise. Verbal conversations run the risk of all sorts of complicating factors such as tone of voice, innuendo, slip of the tongue, etc. Sometimes though, I admit that I find the permanence of digital communication annoying - especially when you write something you regret. Bloggers understand this...
6) I am extremely impulsive which has apparently been genetically transmitted to at least one of my children. It's probably the worst trait I could have given - that and chubby thighs.
7) I never want to grow old with anyone other than those I love the most. I love those that "get" me despite my idiosyncrasies.
8) My favorite color is either green, blue, red or brown but I haven't decided which one. I've been working on it since kindergarten but it's the hardest decision I've ever made.
9) My favorite food and drink is any food or drink shared with others. If I'm alone - my favorite drink is Pinot Noir, Chianti or a Diet Coke.
10) My favorite sound is the rain as it drops to the ground. Some of my fondest memories involve rain and I find that I dream about rain in association with things that are important to me.
11) My favorite game is probably scrabble...or poker. But I really stink at both.
12) My favorite article of clothing is a pair of blue jeans. A close second is a pair of boots.
13) I have one sibling who lives in California. She decided to run while I decided to be the hero and stay close to home. I am really re-evaluating the definition of "hero".
14) I have two dogs - both are miniature dachshunds. Spikey is a black and tan male and Shelby is a red female. Both are neurotic and I love them anyway.
15) I make fantastic snickerdoodle cookies.
16) I have a lizard tattooed on my shoulder!
17) I love a wide variety of music - most important to me is that I can relate to the message.
18) I have gone through periods of my life where I don't like chocolate. This is not one of those periods.
19) My favorite flower is the sunflower although cherry blossoms are a close second.
20) I'm not a girlie girl but I do love jewelry. There is no gift more exciting than a carefully thought out piece of jewelry.
21) For the most part - I don't care for tomatoes.
22) I am more afraid of failure than snakes, bears or car accidents.
23) I start most every morning w/ a Venti, non-fat, no foam, 4 splenda latte from Starbucks.
24) I love soccer almost as much as cycling but I'm not nearly as good a it (which means I really stink...)
25) I have a freckle between my second and third toes on my right foot. It's actually on the side of my second toe - making it fall between the second and third toe.

And there you have it folks - everything you ever wanted to know about me. I'm not special - nothing out of the ordinary. If there are additional questions that I didn't cover, please submit them as a comment and I'll do my best to answer in a timely manner (ya know, considering my blog receives so many comments that I have a hard time keeping up...).

You may now return to your regularly scheduled daily functions.

speechless...

2008-10-15T20:58:00.002-04:00

Some nights just stick out in your mind as memorable - your blown away - the unexpected happens...

I averaged 19.2 for 26.86 miles tonight...the guys actually asked that I slow down....

How Cool is THAT!!!

2008-10-14T21:23:00.000-04:00

Bailout Bill Includes Tax Benefits for Bike Commuters

The $700 billion bailout bill intended to stop the tailspin of the nation's financial sector did something else: It includes federal tax benefits for people who commute by bike.

Starting in January, workers who use two-wheelers as their primary transportation mode to get to and from work will be eligible for a $20-a-month, tax-free reimbursement from their employers for bicycle-related expenses. In return, employers will be able to deduct the expense from their federal taxes.

"It significantly legitimizes bicycling and elevates it to a credible commute mode, like riding a bus or train," said Andy Thornley, program director for the San Francisco Bicycle Coalition.

The money could be used to purchase, store, maintain or repair bikes that are used for a substantial portion of an employee's commute.

Bike advocates have been trying for seven years to get such a provision passed in Washington, but came up short until Congress rushed through the Wall Street bailout package last week and lawmakers squeezed in pet projects. The bicycle benefit was championed by members of the Oregon delegation.

Backers estimate that the federal tax rolls may lose out on about $1 million a year due to the new employer write-off, according to the advocacy group League of American Bicyclists.

Willy Dommen, 49, regularly rides his bike from his San Anselmo home to his job as a management technology consultant in San Francisco's Financial District. He said the $20-a-month perk for cyclists won't amount to much in term of covering actual expenses. But, he said, it will help raise awareness of bicycling, "and that recognition is great."

San Francisco Supervisor Ross Mirkarimi plans to introduce an amendment to a law he sponsored earlier this year that requires all but the smallest businesses in the city to provide their employees with incentives to get them out of their cars and onto transit.

Under the city law, which will take affect next summer after a six-month public education period, employers with 20 or more employees will have to offer their workers transit passes or vanpool reimbursements or offer them door-to-door shuttle service, or set up a program in which employees could tap into an existing federal program that provides tax breaks for those who commute on transit. Mirkarimi hopes to add the new fringe benefit for bicyclists as an acceptable alternative.

"It's another opportunity to encourage good commuting habits," he said.

The federal bike bill would not allow participants to tap into both the transit credit and the bike reimbursement.

Claxton

2008-10-14T21:11:00.002-04:00

I'm training for the Claxton Century between now and November 8th.

I can't seem to get my "registration plans/accommodations" set. I'm weird like that...I hate the unknown and it makes me antsy when things aren't organized or confirmed.

I'm also fearful...what if I can't hold on my own? Three other club members are going along. What if I loose my cool, cry like a baby or worse? What if I can't make it through?!?!

How do I settle my thoughts, calm my anxiety, settle my plans and still find time to put in at least 100 miles a week???

It's not a utensil buddy...so fork you!

2008-10-11T18:05:00.002-04:00

I have a fork! I can't really speak openly about how I got it, but lets just say that two very awesome guys took pity on me and hooked me up in a major way. I was so excited when I was presented w/ said fork that I nearly cried. Seriously. But tough girls don't cry...

I spoke w/ AC's hubby today who is former car painter and he's going to look into paint for me. He seems like a totally nice guy with lots of skill so there is a good possibility that I will find a way to make this fork match my bike - right now - it's red and black and white - it comes from a Scott CR1 - all carbon, including the steerer. Not the lightest fork on the market but MUCH lighter than what I had!

As a side note, I was looking at the photo of the bike on my blog which is a stock photo and not my actual bike (duh!).... I just noticed that the fork on my bike is all black w/ Easton decals. I went to Jamis' site and sure enough...same pic. If you've seen my bike, you know that my bike's fork fades from the "pistachio" (yes, that's what it's called...and yes, I do realize it doesn't look pistachio...) to black. Weird. But at least I have an idea of what the all black fork will look like on my bike...

Anyone know where I can get some good Jamis decals that'll match my bike?

I'm also gearing up for the Claxton century; this will be my first full century and I'm crazy nervous!! A few SCC members have shown interest so I expect to register and start looking into a room sometime over the next week or so...anyone wanna room w/ me?

Why do I care??

2008-09-30T20:37:00.003-04:00

The novelty of my crash has now worn off and it's time to seriously determine what to do about the damage to my bike. I did a 50+mi ride this weekend and noticed quite a bit of wobbling in the front tire/bars/fork area. Undoubtedly, this is b/c I was riding on a bent fork.

To fork or not to fork? That is the question...

Here are my options:

1) TSD has an AWESOME used fork that is way more than I'd ever buy new and is willing to let it go for a good deal.

2) Ride my bike as is and hope I don't wreck as a result of the wobbling

3) Buy a new fork.

Here are the problems w/ each option:

1) TSD's fork won't look very good on my bike as it's red and black. TSD suggested having DH apply some vinyl of some sort that matches my bike. DH says he probably wouldn't be able to match the "pistacio pearl" and that it'd eventually just come off and need to be redone all over again.

2) Do I really need to explain the problem w/ this one???

3) I can replace the one I have for about $220.00. It has a reputation for being a good stiff fork and while it wouldn't match either - it'd be closer (it's solid black/carbon) than the one TSD is offering - but not nearly as good quality. There are others that I've looked into - the Reynolds Ouzo Pro Carbon looks nice but it runs upwards what the new version of TSD's fork would cost...

So what is the biggest issue - asthetics or finances? Dh would definitely say finances but I lean towards asthetics... I love my bike, I love to ride and I can see keeping it around for a long time. This being said - I don't want to skimp on something so important. I'd rather spend what I want to get what I want and be happy with the purchase I make. Nothing is going to be as pleasing to the eye as the current fork as it's painted to match the frame.
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(If you thought I was serious...you don't know me well...)

Soooooo.....I stumbled across this.....you know, b/c I was worried about asthetics. Is this amazing or what? Look at the finished product....I wonder if dh could re-paint my whole bike???

Where do you find men who paint bikes for their wives?

Thoughts? Comments? Fork suggestions? Leave a comment...

Why, sometimes, 15 mph isn't so bad...

2008-09-29T20:41:00.004-04:00

I choose to "group ride" because I love the feeling of 4, 8, 15 or 40 bikes moving together as one vehicle - turning corners, climbing hills, and maintaining a pace as one unit despite the strongest or weakest rider.

Below is a passage that makes a great case for group riding. Sometimes you read something that moves you...this passage reminds me of why I ride, the rider I strive to become and why I choose to ride with those that I do...

From "Tales from the Bike Shop," by Maynard Hershon:

Our Rides

There was a time when our club rides lost cohesion, when they routinely turned into ragged hammer-sessions. No one liked that kind of disorder or benefited from it, not even the guys who regularly dropped the rest of the group.

It seemed that when we had two or three cycling "elder statesmen" in our number the rides stuck together better, out of respect for those guys, I guess. Most people thought those men knew how things should be done, so riders would follow their example. They'd form double pacelines where there was enough shoulder, and single, disciplined lines where there wasn't.

When the respected riders came along, our group started at a gentle warm-up pace, then gradually picked up momentum. Sometimes we'd drop a rider or two on a climb, then pause so the stragglers could catch. When strong but undisciplined young men surged off the front, the group would let them go. Soon those guys learned that peer approval came from a quiet display of pack-riding skills, not head-down, big gear showboating.

During the rides, you could see those group values in action, but it was hard to talk about them off the bike. You'd hear questions like "Isn't the hard solo effort the better workout?" and, "Isn't this ride going the speed of the slowest participant?" and, "Shouldn't I go hard if I'm feeling extra good today?" Questions like those are hard to answer.

A new rider could go to the shop where he traded and get answers to all sorts of cycling questions. He could become technically sophisticated simply by asking questions at the parts counter. He could find out how long the chain should be on a derailleur bicycle, how to wash wool clothing, and how to join a bike club. Someone knowledgeable could tell him about pedal cadence and position on the bike.

He would still not have a clue about negotiating fast downhill corners elbow to elbow in a pack.

At the chaotic time I mentioned, our looked-up-to riders were temporarily absent. One quit riding to work on his new house, and another left to race in the east. Our rides quickly deteriorated. Maybe a guy or two would slip through a light just before it turned red, then look back and see the distance "gained," and decide to try and stay away.

And maybe then a couple of other guys would give chase, and two or three more would take off after them. That would generally be enough to string out the whole group and ruin the ride. The people who hadn't chased or who hadn't even felt warmed up yet got discouraged at the sudden disappearance of their training ride. The escapees rode hard but raggedly and learned nothing. The chasers who caught learned nothing, and the chasers who didn't catch gave up in disgust and oxygen debt.

Numbers at the start of the runs began to dwindle. People started to speak disparagingly of "the ride." Separate smaller groups sprung up, leaving 15 minutes earlier or later, or doing the ride route backwards. I heard the grumbling and saw the rides, which had gone on for years, falling apart.

I caught Bob right after closing at his shop. He nodded his head as I told him about our problems, as if he'd heard stories like them before. He said he'd do what he could.

Next morning Bob turned out in front of the shop for the ride. He counted the guys: only six.

"Six," Bob said. "We start with six; we finish with six."

That ride was a dream. We rode in a double line mostly, at the most even pace you could imagine. Twice, a guy rolled off the back on long uphill grades. Each time, Bob dropped back and towed him up to the group. Clearly, Bob was stronger than anyone else on the ride, but he used his strength to hold the ride together, not tear it apart.

The following day was better yet. One man brought a friend who had decided to give our rides another chance. That made seven. Bob counted but said nothing. The seven of us finished together.

At one point, the friend got dropped badly on a climb. Bob rolled back to him, put a hand on the back of the man's saddle, and pushed him up to the pack. Nobody'd ever helped the guy before. He raved about Bob. He said it was the first time he'd ever finished a training ride with the bunch.

The guy's gratitude and amazement touched me. I thought about how, in team sports, the casual observer gets impressed by the solo "hero" effort. The true aficionado prizes the unselfish labor of the team player, the athlete whose good day brings everyone up.

Sure enough, word got around about our remodeled rides. Numbers rose rapidly as we regained dropouts and added first timers. Bob spent most of his time with the new riders, explaining about smooth lines in corners and warning them about overlapping wheels.

One day a week he led us in pack intervals. Another day we'd sprint for city limit signs, then immediately reform into our accustomed double paceline - elbow to elbow, six-inch gaps, friends.

Bob rode with us until he felt sure the discipline had taken. Normally he preferred to ride after he closed his store in the evening or very early in the morning. When our racer returned from his campaign in the east, he happily dropped right into our training routine. He told us, his second day back, that some of the places where he'd stayed had crummy rides.

"It was every man for himself," he said, "nothing like this."

My Story and Booboos

2008-09-25T20:40:00.007-04:00

Alright...here's the rash:

The not so bad part...

is my elbow.

The more painful part....

is my left leg.

My hip has a bit of bruising and rash too but it's on a part of my hip that I don't really want to make front page news -if you know what I mean...

So here's the story:
I was having a great night and the guys I was riding with (Mark H, Michael C and Jerry) asked me to pull when we reached chambers and 81. I was glad to do so - I've been riding strong lately and I was feeling confident. We headed up 81 and when we got to New Morn, no traffic was coming head on so I proceeded to turn left. As I was doing so one of the other riders yelled "clear, up" but I thought I heard "car up". For those that don't ride, "car up" typically means there is a car up ahead coming towards you. As I turned, I remember being afraid that a car was coming at me along 81 so I looked to my right to see. The next thing I remember is looking back in front of me and realizing that while I was looking, I turned too wide and the shoulder of the road was quickly approaching. My front tire went of the right shoulder and I reacted by pulling back towards the road. When my tire caught the pavement again, I lost control. I hit the ground and with my left foot still clipped into my pedal, I slid with the bike on top of me. Mark H was behind me and I opened my eyes to see him sail across the top of my body in the air and go head over handlebars into the dirt. His mountain biking skills came in handy - he attempted to bunny hop me but his back wheel landed on my back tire and ran over me. He still swears he isn't hurt but I get the impression he wouldn't tell me even if his skull was broken.

After rushing over to make sure I was okay, the guys poked and prodded and bent my bike back into a "rideable" condition and I decided to finish the ride.

What?! gimme a break.... I was pumped up w/ adrenaline.

There's another side story here...I think I freaked out Mark H's wife - I won't go into detail but let's just say I have diarrhea of the mouth disease and I said something stupid. It happens to us folks who long to be funny but lack that filter that tells us when it is and isn't okay to make comments... She says it's okay but I feel like crap about the whole thing.

I had a good ride although I now know that when wind blows on fresh road rash - it hurts like hell. By the time I got back to the shop, I was shaking like a leaf. As we barreled down Mt. Carmel Rd, A-2 (or whatever the people who fall off the back of A group are called) caught up to us and we finished the ride as one big group. Somewhere near the end I remember hearing someone ask Mark why his jersey was so dirty...I think it may have been Scott because shortly after I pulled to a stop in the parking lot, he pulled up beside me, pulled my arm up to take a look and kind of visually "alerted" everyone to my injuries. Suddenly I had 5 guys and a girl standing around me spraying me down with bactine and rubbing my limbs with alcohol wipes... It was a little overwhelming - I had to focus b/c David H. (OR coordinator at Henry Medical Center) was giving me first aid advice and telling me how to treat my "abrasions" and "contusions"!

I picked up my bike today - when I went down I kind of went handlebars first and then to my side before sliding. Apparently, the impact caused me to bend the fork where my carbon meets the aluminum. I'm glad I don't ride a bike w/ an aluminum fork - if I did I'd need a new one about now. My wheels were bent but are now mostly straight. The fork took a little "rigging" but Mike got it in order until I can decide if I want to purchase a new one.

So that's the story...my pride is hurt as badly as my body. Accidents will happen when riding a bike but it stinks when you cause another rider to go down with you - it really makes you feel like bad.

Crash Test Dummy

2008-09-24T21:52:00.002-04:00

I'm finishing a beer and two Advil and I'm headed to bed... I had my first crash tonight...

I'm fine and no bones are broken - only my pride. A good amount of road rash, a lot of soreness and stiffness and a bike in need or some repair.

More tomorrow...

Burrito, anyone?

2008-09-23T22:08:00.003-04:00

I can't wait for Gezzo's to Gezzo's II!! w00t w00t!

09/27/2008 Gezzo\'s To Gezzo\'s II
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What a difference a good day makes...

2008-09-17T21:32:00.003-04:00

I showed up for my usual B ride tonight only to find that B group decided to pull out a little early. I'm sure you can only imagine the terrified look on my face when I thought for a minute that I'd have to try to hang on to A group...

BH (my idol)...offered to ride with me. I REALLY wanted to ride w/ her b/c I knew she'd push me. About that time, some guy comes rolling up in a pickup truck in a trek jersey....said he wanted to hang w/ B group. I explained the predicament and we decided to pull out w/ A group, but separate after Mill Rd.

That wasn't hard...I think A group averaged 24 tonight....BH and a few others fell off and still averaged 22!!!

Trek guy - his name is Phil - and I had an awesome ride. Over 26 miles - I led the ride for about 16 of those miles and we still averaged just under 19mph!!!

Oh...and Chambers' Hill...I didn't break any records but I tackled it at 1.5 mph faster than on Monday...

Watch out A group....By spring you'll be on my radar...

sometimes, I think too much

2008-09-16T20:19:00.002-04:00

Every now and again I have a rough day. Sometimes, my rough day is because I am up to my ears in paperwork while other times it's because the dog tipped over the trash can, the dished didn't get finished, the kids are running in circles on the rug that no longer matches the decor of my living room and I have soccer practice in 10 minutes followed by a ride over at AMS. If you've experienced similar senarios (or if you've known me for a reasonable amount of time)...you might have a shot at understanding my rant...

Today I had a rough day. Work wasn't particularly bad, dinner wasn't particularly bad, the kids were good, grandma is back at the nursing home and making a little sense for a change, the size limitations in my email box aren't keeping me from receiving email and BikesnobNYC's latest blog entry actually made sense. All in all, this would typically be a good day. But for some reason, I spent the day meditating on my strengths and weaknesses as a cyclist. Some days, I celebrate my accomplishments while others I snort at the use of the words "cyclist" and "me/I/my" in the same sentence.

Last night I vowed to ride come hell or high water - the weather caused us to turn back early and not finish our full course. So much for high water. I was angry with myself for agreeing to turn back but even more than that, I've been beating myself up over poor performance. See, there's a hill early on in the ride - it isn't a big deal but it kicks my a$$ every week. The Wilson 100's big hill at the end - no big deal. Share the road ride w/ a buzillion miles of vertical ascent...not a problem. Chambers Rd - it makes me want to vomit just thinking about it. I thought to attempt to pull the group up the hill - thinking that no one with less momentum would be standing in my way of conquering the hill. Things started off smoothly and as I grew closer to the top, I almost had a moment of elation. Upon my momentary delusion of grandeur as I neared the top of the hill, my speed began to bottom out, my breathing became heavy and I looked to my left to find that my riding partners began to pass me. I became embarrassed, nervous, frustrated and overly pissy. I don't like to be last on any list - especially not the list of noteworthy climbers.

All of this, and an email I sent to a friend that I probably shouldn't have sent, leads me to the realizing that I've probably earned the typical type "A" personality award. Here's a summary for those of you who failed psych. 101/personality theory...:

"individuals can be described as impatient, excessively time-conscious, insecure about their status, highly competitive, hostile and aggressive, and incapable of relaxation. They are often high achieving workaholics who multi-task, drive themselves with deadlines, and are unhappy about the smallest of delays. Because of these characteristics, Type A individuals are often described as stress junkies."

Type A symptoms include:

An intrinsic insecurity or insufficient level of self-esteem, which is considered to be the root cause of the syndrome. This is believed to be covert and therefore less observable.
Time urgency and impatience, which causes irritation and exasperation.
Free floating hostility, which can be triggered by even minor incidents

I think they left out obsessive... or is that an implied characteristic? Either way, I fit the bill. I obsess, I worry, I'm HIGHLY competitive, I'm often insecure and worry about things that 95 out of a hundred people would never even think of, I'm excessively time conscious and I've been accused a time or two of putting my job before many of my other responsibilities and commitments. Of all of the things I could be worrying about (world peace, anyone?), I'm stuck on the memory of a poorly attacked hill and a lunch conversation turned bad decision.

I think of the folks I ride with, I have a quarter of the miles of 99% of them yet I'm a stronger rider than many (well, perhaps only several...). I'm passionate about riding - I feel free and less stressed when I ride. I come home happy and I wake up refreshed. But still, I'm obsessed with making measurable progress.

What can I do to move myself from medocrity to "cyclist"?
Where do I find others who understand my stress?
How do I find someone strong enough to push me and not feel resentful that I'm holding them back from their personal goals?

How do I let go of my fear?

Hello, Lance...

2008-09-15T21:50:00.004-04:00

Apparently this photo was published by Vanity fair a while back...don't know what I've been reading but I'm on hold trying to change my magazine subscription as I peck out this post... All I can say is that if my husband wouldn't mind, I'd definitely hang this on the ceiling...

Just a little eye candy for the evening...damn he's hot.

Happy Birthday for the World to Witness

2008-09-14T21:13:00.006-04:00

Today is my best friend's birthday. Because I love her dearly, I'll break my own rule about posting off topic and devote a few minutes to her...

Heather is the human equivalent of a box of paper snakes - you know, the kind you see in the movies where people open the top, compressed paper snakes hop out and the recipient first appears terrified but then ends up in a fit of uncontrollable giggles. Think of me as the recipient and Heather as the snakes - only more beautiful. I've had the joy of calling her my best friend for 11 years now and we've undoubtedly built an unbreakable bond. We've experienced laughter, sadness, anger and triumph of spirit together and I can only hope that the past 11 years are the beginning to a lengthy race. With her by my side, I've experienced beautiful scenery and rocky terrain. Most importantly though, I've never been alone and I've always known that there was someone there to share my skeletons, scars, and giggles.

When Heather's birthday approaches each year, I spend countless hours trying to find the best way to let her know how important she is but no home baked giraffe cake, piece of jewelry, expensive dinner, unusual gift, or night of beer seems to convey how special she really is. This year I considered a tattoo to express my heartfelt commitment but after the artist on duty at Sacred Heart couldn't hang up from his personal call long enough to ask if I'd like a tattoo, I decided that the customer service was so bad that I wouldn't give the inking ability a chance. What a let down...but I digress...

Heather, Happy Birthday girl. I love ya more than you'll ever know. When we're 80 years old and your children are only in high school, I'll be there to help you raise them through tongue piercing and teleporters (or whatever is cool in the year 2059). Don't worry though, my great-grandchildren will be close behind and you can help to explain why MCMXCVII is tattooed on my wrist...

Why Cycling is the Best Sport for Women

2008-09-07T20:22:00.003-04:00

I completed the Metric Century Option of the Wilson 100 today. What an awesome ride - great SAG support, good food, awesome route w/ low traffic, no dogs and beautiful scenery. This one becomes a fixture on my list!

I must also celebrate a little...if you aren't keeping up, I've ridden 145.85 miles in 6 days!!

Today I planned my first century - November 8th in Claxton if Ann will tag along. I can't wait!

Speaking of Ann, she has become my faithful riding partner and a good friend. We have a blast riding (we're well matched too, I think) and spend quite a bit of time giggling at women who like to "peace out", men who direct traffic backwards, the occasional hogzilla and boys w/ tire tubes on their seat post. After the ride today, we hung out w/ the legendary Brenda H. who is training for the Ironman at the end of October. Not only did she get up and ride the full century this morning, but as Ann and I were on our way in, we passed her going the other way in her running shoes! Yes, folks, she pedaled over 100 miles at a breakneck pace and then decided to change into her tennis shoes for a run! WOW! I'm pretty proud of myself but if I do say so myself, Brenda H - you rock!

While enjoying the after ride lasagna, BH pointed out a fact that I am in total agreement with: Cycling is an awesome sport for women! Not only do women cyclists kick a$$ and leave plenty of men behind to eat our dust, but when we aren't in the lead, those riders in front of us are typically sweaty men w/ well defined muscles and tight buns! Sometimes, we even catch one as he rips off his jersey to ride shirtless. Don't get me wrong, there are plenty of average men riding bikes - even fat men... But those few hot ones (lets count ladies...a few are in our own cycling club, no???) make this sport just that much more enjoyable!

Can I getta w00t w00t!?

Chaffed and Tired

2008-09-01T21:05:00.006-04:00

EDIT: David (dude in the back left of the photo) put this in an online post eariler today: "Here are some stats from my Garmin - Distance 66.07 miles, time 4:11:51, Avg 15.7, Avg for the first 43 miles - 16.5, avg for last 23 miles 14.5, total vertical ascent 4151 feet." David and I rode together almost the entire way!!! :)

I completed my first ever Metric Century today which turned out to be more like 67 miles than 62 - I felt every hill of those last 5 miles! On the way out I felt like I was flying but at the halfway point, I realized that this was an out and back ride and I'd face the business side of those hills on the way back. I'm proud to say that kept a respectable pace and had an absolute blast riding with Ann, David, Michael, and Ken. Here's a picture of what we looked like before we began:

The course itself was quite hilly and at one point, I was convinced I was experiencing the bonk b/c because I looked to my right to see a huge hog on the side of the road. Ann swears it was the size of a volkswagen... As it turns out, since she saw it too, we decided that we weren't experiencing the bonk - just a moment of confusion and bewilderment. It's not everyday you see livestock aside the road off of Riverside Pkwy!

We faced terrible headwind coming back but still finished w/ a respectable average. All in all, I'm proud of myself b/c I saw the benefits of all of the effort I've put into this sport that I really and truly have grown passionate about. I won't say it didn't get hard at the end - it did - but I muscled through and finished the ride.

After getting home I discovered the true meaning of chaffed and I was so physically exhausted that I took a nap until the sunburn and windburn I acquired began to give me chills. After getting some food in me, I started to feel a little better and I've agreed to ride the Wilson 100 metric next weekend. Either I had a good time or I'm once again experiencing "the bonk".

By this time tomorrow...

2008-08-31T21:03:00.004-04:00

...I'll either be dead tired or sittin' on top of the world! Why? Because tomorrow morning I will ride my first metric century (62 miles)!! Thanks to Gustav, I'll likely be riding it in the rain - but even so, I'm very excited! I'll be riding as one of 6 members of the Southern Crescent Cycling team as an effort to support the share the road campaign - and more specifically - new legislation that will require cars to give 3 feet when passing cyclists on the road.

On a totally off topic note - I came in the garage this afternoon to find that we have a new garage pet:

I'm not sure why he chose our garage or why he's trying to ride my daughter's bike but I hope he finds a new home soon.

And lastly - I finally got my hitch and new bike rack installed. All I can say to Saris is: pppssbbbhbhbhbbttttttt!!! Yes, mrs. customer service rep - it DOES fit my car!

An Awareness Test

2008-08-30T13:10:00.000-04:00

Adding to the Wardrobe

2008-08-23T19:47:00.010-04:00

Accessories, as most of you know, are a girls best friend...so I couldn't help but ask Dale at Epic to wrap my bars w/ matching cork tape! Does that look hot or what?

I'm also pretty stoked b/c by the end of next week, I'll have a new bike rack on my car if all goes well. The manufacturer says it isn't recommended for my vehicle because I have a rear mounted spare tire but I've researched it and I believe there is plenty of clearance. So if all goes well, I'll have one of these babies to show off soon:

And since we are talking about things I like, I should just go ahead and throw out there that I'm currently coveting this beautiful piece of technology (you know, in case anyone is feeling generous):

My bike is starting to look better than my closet...

Ridiculous Product of the Day and other thoughts...

2008-08-21T20:23:00.006-04:00

Ridiculous Product of the Day:

Lifted from BSNYC's quiz results...I couldn't help but post these ...um...beauties.....

yes folks, these are bicycle helmets. I can't decide whether to giggle or vomit. Here's a link if you'd like to look even dumber than the average bike nerd and purchase one of these for your next charity ride...

Speaking of riding...TSD was kind enough to drag my lazy butt along last night...unfortunately he was wearing a helmet cam so there is now footage floating around to prove that I actually ride a bike. I hope TSD kills the sound so no one can hear how much I complained and whined during the ride. Perhaps if he chooses to upload the footage, he'll select a section where I'm managing to look somewhat competent.

So What's New?

I'm "training" for a metric century ride on labor day...and by training I mean that I had Mexican food and beer last night after riding my bike at a miserable 17 mph in the wind. I'm hoping that I can make through all 62 miles in a time frame that doesn't make me ashamed to show my face on the next "B" ride .

I've gone back to work which means I'm apparently grouchy and I spend at least 10 hours a day answering stupid questions and worrying about things that I really have little control over. I have to remind myself constantly that the public education system did not get itself into the shape its in overnight and I'm not going to fix it that quickly either.

I'm considering a visit to a chiropractor or doctor of osteopathy...my neck hurts and it's a bone thing - not a muscle thing. I think...

My mom is having a heart cath tomorrow - which is frightening - hopefully all will turn out well, if they find problems they'll ship her up to Crawford Long for additional procedures.

We have finally resolved our issues with the home owners insurance company and the last of the funds came via mail earlier in the week. This means that the TiVo has been replaced and I'll have to return to regular showings of "Go, Diego, Go!"

Road Rage Against A Cyclist

2008-08-17T23:37:00.001-04:00

I hope someone puts this guy away for a long time...

Untitled

2008-08-17T08:33:00.006-04:00

This entry will remain untitled because I've run through so many good titles in my mind that I just couldn't pick one...here's a few to preface the story I'm about to tell:

Think of it as an "Experiment"
Whatta night
Got Lost
Dear Heather and Thomas, you were right
I hate Hwy. 92
It's the road that never ends (and you have to sing it...)

So to give the full effect, I need to back up to last Monday night. I met Heather and Thomas at AMS to change Heather's tires and ride for a while. After a fell laps I grew bored and suggested we venture out a little. Thomas suggested a side street he knew of past the air field so we headed out that way. We found our way over to Upper Woolsey Rd. It's a horrible road - lots of bumps - but not too much traffic. After a few miles, the daylight was starting to fade so we decided to turn back since we weren't exactly sure where we'd end up. In my mind, we'd loop back around near AMS, even if it was down Tara a bit. I typically have a great sense of direction but the daylight was an issue so I didn't argue. Knowing what I know now, its a good thing...

Friday night Ann C. and I met at the Trek store in McDonough with the intentions of riding to AMS, around the loop until we were tired, and then back to Trek to our cars. When I arrived just before 7:00 p.m., we noticed that traffic was a little heavy on Hwy 20 but decided to go ahead with our ride. From Trek to Hampton at the track is roughly 8 miles away and it was a fairly uneventful ride. We saw baby goats and had a few honkers...that was about it. (On the topic of honkers - have you ever noticed you can tell the difference between the jackass who is honking b/c he's too stupid to know that bikes are road legal and the honking of the guy who thinks its cute to see a woman in spandex? There's also the honker who just says Hi! I think we encountered all three.)

Anyway - we got to the track and I told Ann all about the ride with Heather and Thomas. We decided that we'd try Upper Woolsey again just to see where it goes. Now first off, I told Ann that we encountered very little traffic on Monday night. Shortly after making this statement, a string of at least 8 cars passed by. We continued on, looking at houses and dogs (praying they were tied up or too tired to chase us...). We saw a cute kid on his bike who apparently thought we were cool and waved frantically until we were out of sight. We pedaled along talking about the Divas and the upcoming Wilson 100 when suddenly I noticed a road sign ahead. We had already passed into Clayton Co. which wasn't surprising since the speedway falls along the Clayton/Henry line. But the sign we approached came as a big surprise - "Welcome to Fayette Co."... We giggled a little...realizing that we most likely weren't looping back around to AMS but kept on going. It wasn't long before the road came to dead end. A gas station was on the left - we decided to stop and use the GPS in my phone to get an idea for where we were. The road sign said we were at Hwy. 92 which sounded familiar but wasn't a road I could really place... I tried the GPS to no avail - poor signal. We saw a sign that pointed to the left for Griffin and I-75 and to the right for Atlanta, Fayetteville and I-85. I reasoned that Griffin was towards Tara Blvd so we should go that direction. Ann agreed so we headed on. I need to point out that we held several conversations along the ride and I when I checked the computer, we'd gone around 20 miles w/ an average of 18.2 mph. I was proud that we'd kept such a good pace!

Now, I should take a moment to tell you that the decision to turn left on Hwy. 92 was probably the last good decision we made all night. I think somewhere along Hwy. 92 we became delirious..

Hwy. 92 was pretty, at first. Nice homes, folks having bar-b-ques... There was a nice breeze and we both felt good. We were pedaling along around 20 mph, taking the hills at around 17 or 18 and I was thinking this was one of the best rides I'd ever been on. We passed more roadkill than I care to remember, a sheriff giving a ticket, three guys on 4 wheelers and a couple of dogs that gave chase for a few minutes. I have to admit I was terrified of the dogs.

Hwy. 92 lost it's appeal after about 5 miles. It became a major Hwy with quite a bit of traffic, lots of hills and every time we were sure that if we climbed the next hill there'd be a nice downhill or familiar area on the other side, we were let down and exhilarited at the site of the next big hill... (please read the last line w/ sarcasm...). I began to sing. "yes, it's the road that never ends...it just goes on and on my friend..." I managed to get a laugh out of Ann who joined in for the next line.

To my readers who don't know me well - I should mention that I don't sing well. I sing to the radio but it's not customary that I sing on rides...this should have been the first signal that we were becoming crazy or dehydrated....

A few more hills and we saw a Walmart sign. We were in Griffin and we'd found our way back to Hwy 19 41/ Tara Blvd. We decided to use the crosswalk across Tara Blvd since we had two working blinkies (one white, one red) between us. Ann clipped the red one to her saddle and my white one to my bars and decided that we'd work like one unit so we'd have a white light on front and a red on the back. We crossed Tara and Ann suggested that we take the first left turn to try and run along side of Tara instead of having to ride w/ the traffic on the Hwy. The left turn made me nervous and I was praying that the traffic wanting to make a left in front of us would see us turning and not run us over. I should have prayed for our safety on the next few roads we'd encounter.

Right away I realized that we'd turned into a neighborhood that wasn't safe for to travel. There were three or four cars in front of us so I followed them to the next intersection. As I was getting ready to turn left, I heard a yelp as Ann crashed to the ground. I twisted around to see if she was okay. I yelled back to her and suddenly realized I was coming down too as the twist I made to check on her had pulled me off balance. Ker-splat. In an instant we had gone from determined and finding our way home on a ride gone wrong, to giggling at the site of two women on the ground in Lycra - each w/ a foot still clipped into our pedals so we couldn't figure out how to get up. I became aware of a car approaching the intersection and I managed to get my foot loose and hobble with my bike over to the side. Ann also found her way off the ground and we ended up making a right turn instead of a left just because we were facing in that direction and the other way looked shadier than the place we'd come from.

The next few turns are a blur in my mind but I think we took the next left which ended up being Experiment St. We passed what looked like a school and the Griffin campus of the University of Georgia. Somehow we ended up with Ann leading and I yelled ahead for her to find a well lit parking lot so we could try my GPS again. The roads became bumpier, darker and scarier and when we finally stopped, I knew that we wouldn't be riding back - we needed a SAG, fast.

My GPS said we were 13.5 miles to my old address in Hampton which is located right off of Main St. in the center of town. I knew that the TREK store was roughly 7 or 8 miles from there. It was 9:20 p.m.

As three City of Griffin police officers flew past us at about 100 mph (no kidding!), Ann decided to call a friend who lived close by to pick us up in his truck. When he arrived, he explained that we had made our way to the local drug center of Griffin and there was only about one other area that was worse. The guy was kind enough to drive us back to TREK and show us Jordan hill (a favorite among local cyclists) along the way.

Back at the TREK shop, Ann and I made a pact to ride again - but this time we'd map our route first.

My husband was apparently sleeping or really into the book he was reading because he never called to check on me. Ann's husband was rather irritated with her because he knew we'd been in a dangerous area. Hopefully he'll agree to let her come out and "play" again - I had a blast! I also have a story that I can tell for the rest of my life.

My Jamis is in the shop today; I noticed some hesitation in my shifting along the way.

I can't wait to ride again - bruises and all. I did sustain some injuries as a result of my crash but nothing that'll keep me off of my bike. As I drove home that night I realized that I had just finished a grueling week of work but didn't think about it once on our ride. Instead I was able to rejuvenate my mind by watching the geese that flew over head, by mooing at the cows on the side of the road and by using my mind and legs in unison to propel me into my ride and away from my stress.

There is nothing more exhilarating than a bike ride. Even if you get lost.

I tried to recap our route on a map and while I couldn't create anything pretty to post - I did figure out that if we'd have gone left on Wildwood Rd from Upper Woolsey (a turn I distinctly remember), we could have turned left on Lower Woolsey and looped back around to the speedway. Maybe next time we'll try that and leave Hwy.92 and the city of Griffin for other cyclists who need a story to tell their grandchildren.

Night of the Rogue Deer

2008-08-10T10:27:00.003-04:00

I took a PATH ride from Panola to Arabia and back middle of the week with Heather and Florian. It was a last minute decision because I'd had a rough day and I really needed to blow of some steam. I accomplished my de-stress mission but the deer had it out for me....

First, I rounded a corner at about 17mph to find a deer, stopped, in the middle of the PATH less than 10 feet from me. I stopped (I didn't know I could stop so fast, actually) and stared. He stared back. I wasn't sure what to do...do deer charge? will they bite? Suddenly I wished I'd listened all of those years when my dad relayed his deer hunting experiences. As I flipped through my mental Rolodex, searching for a memory of a vicious encounter between my dad and a deer, I was struck by how long the deer and I had been engaged in our staring contest. The dark glassiness of his eyes were started to spook me and just when I thought I'd scream "uncle" - he leaped off into the brush on the otherside of the road. Weird.

The journey continued on and I noticed several more deer along the way. There are two primary, no three primary reasons that I ride the PATH trail. First, I love the scenery and wildlife. Its beautiful and calming. Second, it has hills that are challenging. I love speed and distance but every now and again I just need some hills for the purpose of training. And the third - which is equally important - is that Heather will ride with me since there are no dangerous obstacles other than deer who enjoy a good staring contest... As we were getting closer to the end, I came down a hill, rounded a corner and as I typically do, checked behind me to see if I could still see Heather. What I saw almost made me fall off of my bike...running behind me at full speed was a fawn (those spots are so cute!). For a moment, I thought maybe I was finally being accepted as part of the PATH pact and the deer had allowed for me to "run" with them as part of the group. Group ride was starting to unravel in my mind with a whole new perspective until I suddenly saw the fawn swerve off to the side and disappear to where no road bike should ever venture. Damn. For the first time in my life I felt acceptance - like I was one of some group...

Apparently the fawn had been spoked by Flo who was not far behind and took off running to get away - when he saw me, he diverted to the brush on the side. So much for acceptance.

The evening ended - we had raced moonlight and won - it was late when we got back to our cars and the park ranger was waiting to lock the gates as we drove out. I turned my car onto Alexander Lake Rd and as I rounded the first curve, there stood a deer staring at me, watching as I drove away. In my rear view mirror, I almost swear I saw him pull up on his back legs, raise his right leg and shake a hoof as if waiving goodbye.

Storm Update

2008-08-03T20:10:00.002-04:00

I swear...I am adamently opposed to using this blog for discussions of anything other than cycling...but....I thought you'd like to know that we are back in our house w/ a temporary fix on our air conditioning and nothing else working (well...we have electricity...). We hope to have further discussions w/ the insurance agency tomorrow about taking care of our stuff...here's a run down of what we know:

Tree damage $3,200.00 - yikes!!!

AC damage $133.00 for temporary fix...the big bill comes on Tuesday when the parts arrive...

Sprinkler System Damage - estimate tomorrow

Alarm System Damage - estimate tomorrow or tuesday
electronics - all fried but the TV/Microwave/Washer and Dryer... We've submitted the values to the insurance company and we BETTER hear something tomorrow... Electronics include Mac G4, battery charger for the camcorder, alarm system, sprinkler system, DVD player and surround sound, Game Cube, XBox 360, TiVO, a hair iron (strange, huh?) and a partridge in a pear tree. Who knows what we'll continue to find...it seems like everyday we find something else wrong...

Keep prayin'....If I can get all of this muck taken care of then I can actually climb back on my bike!

Nature's Wrath

2008-07-31T21:37:00.002-04:00

If you haven't heard - we were attacked (literally) by lightening on Tuesday evening during the storms. We have no air, no sprinkler system, no internet, no wireless, no TiVO, no DVD player, no Game Cube, No XBox 360, no charger for our camcorder and no PowerMac desktop. Oh..and we are also missing large portions of two trees and as a result will loose several more during the clean-up process. Anyway - we are staying w/ my parents for the time being so blog updates have been nearly impossible since the availability of internet is scarce. More updates to come soon...until then, please pray for a speedy recovery (or replacement, actually...) of all of our creature comforts. Until then....

The Blog Fairy

2008-07-28T14:47:00.001-04:00

Fixed my bike photo on my blog...thanks blog fairy!

Epic Bikes

2008-07-27T09:39:00.005-04:00

I wanted to take a moment out of my cup of coffee to do something that I feel few consumers take the time to do: I want to give a shout-out/kudos/mad props (you choose) to everyone at Epic Bikes. I feel it's overdue for me to give a well deserved pat-on-the-back for all of the good that they do for the cycling community, as well as those who know very little but still want a bike (be it hybrid, road, mountain, BMX or even kiddie wheels w/ trainers). I have recently become a cycling enthusiast and and I owe a great deal of my knowledge to the guys (and girl!!) at Epic Bikes. Very rarely do you run across a business willing to help novice riders by educating them - many shops sell you whatever they need to move off the floor (even if it's not the best bike for you!) - and probably chuckle as you pull out of the parking lot.

For example: Yesterday, Heather and I stopped by Epic after our ride along the PATH trail. Heather has a mountain bike that hurts her back, is about two sizes too small, and really isn't equipped for the type of riding that is more prevalent in Georgia (i.e. - a state, for all intents and purposes, that doesn't have real mountains). Heather thinks she wants a road bike so we've been focused on finding her a good starter bike. Although I had a good guess, I knew that we need to have a proper fitting to make sure we were in the ballpark with regards to the size frame that would best suit her physic. I had called ahead to let BikeMike know we'd be stopping by, and upon our arrival to the shop, he dropped everything he was doing to come over, introduce himself and "talk bikes". Now, granted, talking to Mike when you know nothing of bikes is a little like talking to Einstein about the theory of relativity if you've never taken physics. But my point is, many shops would have let us wander aimlessly or allowed us to pick up the "prettiest" bike in the shop. By the time we left, Mike had confirmed what I suspected (Heather needs a 54cm roadbike) and even drawn heather a picture with the corresponding geometry figures that would fit her body as she browsed for a bike. No pressure to buy from them, no giggles when she freaked out over the fact that she can't place her feet flat footed on the ground while sitting on the saddle. Epic knows that everyone has a starting point and they willingly (and without judgment) educate consumers from that point forward.

So kudos to Epic for a job well done, you deserve recognition for all that you do for the cycling community, as well as the superior level of knowledge that flows from your employees.

Hapeville

2008-07-22T05:47:00.003-04:00

My Best Friend has a mountain bike and she'd really like to ride to and from work and just keep up with me on hills...LOL. So I met her in Hapeville last night for a neighborhood ride. We had a great time and as I recall, only had the horn blown at us once! That's a feat when you're two reasonably attractive females in spandex - unfortunately, I suspect the vehicle blew their horn under the assumption that I didn't realize they were behind us.

After our ride, I convinced Heather that beer is absolutely the best "after-ride" beverage so we headed up to the local bistro for a beer (or four?). It was there that we crossed paths with Thomas who remembered Heather from her days as a camera salesman..ahem..woman but didn't recognize me despite our several conversations at the LBS. Shame on Thomas. Anywho...he bought our beer so I forgive him for not recognizing me w/ a handkerchief on my head while wearing spandex....

So what I don't know a lot about is tires and Heather needs something versatile for road riding that will fit her mountain bike. Any suggestions? If figure if she can pull off 11 miles on a mountain bike that I might be able to make a roadie out of her afterall!