Forgive any typos. I am doing this from the hip and using the iPad.
The workday started today before the sun came up. It was a Monday and I hit the floor running, it went non-stop, and with very few breaks, I looked at the clock and realized it was 10 minutes till quitting time.
There was more to do, but I was done.
I ran a few errands but then it was time for beach walk. Work pays the bills, provides health care, and keeps a roof over your head. But it is NOT life. The walk on the beach tonight is a reminder of what life really is!
It may come as a surprise to some of you, but I am NOT the best at filtering what comes out of my mouth. No, Really! True story!
I had a boss once that came in all excited showing off his linen salmon pants he got on sale. He walked up, me wearing my khaki dockers and polo shirt, and said “I KNOW you wish you could pull off this color like I do!”
Without a blink or hesitation I replied, “Even salmon themselves hate that color, they wear it on the inside!!” He didn’t seem to appreciate the humor. (For the record they were GAWD AWFUL ugly, and it wasn’t, by far, the ugliest piece of clothing he owned. (OR it is entirely possible I just don’t understand fashion))
I was chatting with a blogger friend today after my last blog post. In it I had mentioned the long ago jerk who told a relatively new cyclist (me) “Well until you do the RAMROD, you aren’t a real cyclist.” Now normally, I brush off comments from people without a second thought. For some reason, probably because I REALLY disliked this guy, it stuck in my craw. Having completed the RAMROD this year I finally have the monkey off my back!
My blogger buddy Ron, of the Sevencyclist’s Blog, put it in perspective when he said. “it’s kind of a elitist type of comment. It’s all about enjoying the ride … The important thing is to get out there.”
Yesterday, my post revolved around the fountain of youth many cyclist discover once they saddle up. My Mom, who reads every post (even though she swears it adds a gray hair each time I do something I think is fun) added a great quote from the book”Younger Next Year” by Chris Crowley & Henry Lodge, MD. He says, “You do have to age But you don’t have to rot!” I may have to check out this book.
“So there I was, minding my own business…” was how I started my call home on Sunday at the turn around point of my bike ride. There are very few conversation starters that worry Michelle more than that one. There’s “Let me show you this trick I learned in Pullman!” Or, “Well we were drinking beer at WSU when…” Or possibly, “I have a swiss army knife and duct tape, stand aside little lady, I got this….”
No, after thinking a bit, it is the first one listed above the worries her the most. And, the reason for the call made me realize I have forgotten to discuss a key point of bike riding, or exercise in general. Continue reading “One thing I haven’t told you”→
OK from just the title one could think this post will be about traffic. And there are many days that this could be true. However, this week finds me in Spokane, and (with all due respect to my EWA friends) there is NO traffic in Spokane. Once, I have had to slow down and do the actual speed limit, the rest of the time, we are flying.
Ok, so as you may or may not know, I am once again stuck in Spokane without the bike, my main means of exercise. I know, I could disassemble mine and fly it over, but since I fly home every weekend, I just can’t see doing that twice every weekend. And yep I know I could buy a +1 bike, and keep it over here, but I am a cheap SOB.
Instead, I compromised. I knew the work out room in the gym was not going to cut it, so I signed up for spin classes. HEY I can ride a bike for 16 hours straight and cover 200 miles in a day, how hard can this be…. (yep famous last words) Continue reading “What I learned from Spin class”→
As you may expect, at different times of the year, my total miles and work outs in a week vary. As I get closer to my big rides, going 100 miles on Saturday then a shorter on Sunday, plus biking to work is not abnormal. This time of year though, rarely do I have a 100 mile week.
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
But 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”→