I am sure those of you who read this blog even on a semi-regular basis have come to the conclusion that I am cold and callous, shoot maybe even approaching the level of curmudgeon. Yep, can’t you picture this face opening the door and telling kids to “Get the hell off my lawn!”
Normally at work, I try to hunker down and get stuff done. Ear buds in, ignoring the world. One of the things I try not to do is give advice on what people should or should not do as far as exercise and advneture. Ever since I told Michelle that Mt St Helens was easy, I try avoiding conversations like that.
Which is why today was strange, I ended up giving advice and reassuring three different ladies…Now this is NOT the first time this has happened. Way, WAY back in the day, I was asked into a conference room by three different ladies. All three were good friends of mine. And each and every one of them cried at me for a different reason! It was a fluke that it happened in the same day, and it had never happened before! Why they chose me I will NEVER know….
Today, all three interactions were much different. First they were electronic only. Second, no tears at all, and finally all had to do with either cycling or Mountain Climbing!
The first started when I notice that the Seattle to Portland was almost sold out. (90% full as of this morning!) I emailed a friend to see had pulled the trigger yet. I knew she was considering it. The first email came back saying “Yep I am going to sign up right now!”
Half hour late she emailed again saying she had her card out, but just couldn’t do it. She’d be riding by herself, and 200 miles in two days is just not her favorite thing. She rather do shorter scenic rides. I could tell she was bummed. Particularly when she said “I’m probably going to kick myself later for this!”
Ok, cold and callous cracked a bit. This lady started cycling about a year ago. She had never ridden a century, let alone a double ever in her life. In July last year, with a little help from her friends (Ok maybe a lot of encouragement and yelling and cajoling by her friends) she completed the Seattle to Portland. There is no reason, unless she wants to for her to do it again. She has nothing to prove!
So I told her just that. And I sent her a link to the Washington State bike riding Calendar (listed to the right of this page under links). Washington State has a plethora of rides, from 25 mile bike path rides from one brewery to another up to the 150 mile bastard of them all the RAMROD (Ride around Mt Rainier in one day). She will find more than one that she will like! As long as she rides all is good!
Well I also posted on my workplace Yammer (picture a work based Facebook) about STP close to selling out. I got a response from a co-worker I am not close to, but have seen out on the same rides I take. She and he husband are also doing the one day STP, but then they are going to Japan in August.
Oh totally cool!! I want to see pictures! Then we got on to altitude sickness and whether they would have to worry about it at 12,300 ft. summit. She was asking me since “I had been to the top of Rainier” I shoulda been reassuring, and let her think I had summited and there would be no issues. BUT Mt. Karma and Mt. Gods don’t let me do that. So I replied without thinking saying that I had to give up each time at 12,500 foot Disappointment Cleaver. This of course started her worrying. I had to back pedal some, let her know I was the only one who had issues, and even I would be ok at 12,300, stay hydrated, etc…
I chose NOT to ask her if they were going to do practice climbs. I figured I did enough damage for one day. (Though for the record, biking at sea level does NOT get you ready for climbing)
Finally, one of the bloggers I follow, Cycling with Heels, a fellow cyclist who pedals in London, took a spill for the 3rd time in as many weeks. This one pretty bad. No real injuries, but scraped and bruised. Now one spill is bad enough, but three could make anyone rethink riding.
I am hoping I did a good job in the comments reassuring her and trying to get her back in the saddle. After the spill she described, the long she takes, the harder it will be. Especially since she took a cab home instead of finishing the ride… I just hate to see any one give up and stop, crashing is a part of riding.
So there you go. There I was, minding my own business, when 3 different people were talking to me about what to do… At least this time there were no tears! Tomorrow I will keep the ear buds in and work harder on the C & C. (Cold and Callous)