Oregon Coast

As some of you know, I started riding the bike seriously early in 2008. I was a strapping young lad of 43, full or spit and vinegar, and felt like there was nothing I couldn’t do.

End of First STP
End of First STP

I did my first century ride, and my first Seattle to Portland. But I wanted more… Continue reading “Oregon Coast”

Traveling by bike

One of my favorite bike quotes came from Ernest Hemingway, and goes like this:

It is by riding a bicycle that you learn the contours of a country best, since you have to sweat up the hills and coast down them. Thus you remember them as they actually are, while in a motor car only a high hill impresses you, and you have no such accurate remembrance of country you have driven through as you gain by riding a bicycle.

This is true, and I can honestly remember most of my epic climbs and blistering downhills.  This last weekend along the coast I had plenty of both. But today, on the first day back at work, I had time to reflect on the rides of the last week, and, I find this quote lacking a bit…. Continue reading “Traveling by bike”

The Five Senses of Cycling

Time after time here on 20,000 miles, I have talked about things that I have seen while on two wheels.  Pure and simple, when on a bike, I can stop anywhere and see things that cars would never even notice, let alone stop and snap a picture of.

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I have seen things that I will never forget.  The problem?  Talking about what I see ignores all the other senses that come into play when on two wheels. (My thanks to Sarah from Honoring my Compass, for reminding me of this!) Continue reading “The Five Senses of Cycling”

Before there was a Mountainstroh

It’s funny how different types of workouts affect the mind differently.  When cycling, I think about the path in front of me, the wind blowing past my head, how the bike and legs are performing and just enjoy the ride.  When I hike, it’s all about the scenery, the smells, the sounds and being one with nature, but with things like this, who can blame me

imageBut when I do stairs, like I did tonight, sometimes I actually think about stuff.  (I guess the stairs just don’t have the mental stimulation to keep me occupied).  Tonight I started thinking about the me I was before I became Mountainstroh. Continue reading “Before there was a Mountainstroh”

When its time…

Folks, I need to tell anyone and everyone who is reading this that I debated for quite a while before posting it.  Those of you who follow me regularly hopefully know that I mean no disrespect at all to anyone.  Those who read this for the first time, let me assure you of the same.

It could also very well be that this post is being written too soon.  But, the way I blog, when a post hits me, I get it down or I forget it. So here we go, and my apologies so anyone who may take offense.

This post came to be due to two tragedies, one small and one big in the Seattle area in the  last week.

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An Epiphany

A word of warning here folks, I am attempting thoughts a bit deeper than normal.  I know, I know, after the ride I had this weekend is it REALLY a smart idea to strain myself like this?  Well I am taking precautions:  I have the iPod on, I am sipping a Diet Mountain Dew, and I am sitting down.

So here we go.  I was thinking about the big ride on Saturday, and the vast differences in my moods.  I am meaning no disrespect here at all, but after Saturday, I might have an inkling of what a bipolar person goes through.  The up hill slogs were at times brutal.  And as I said in the recap post, I was close to giving up.  Continue reading “An Epiphany”