Mediocre Mountain Biking, and Pain

In my quest to cross train for my half marathon I recently joined a group called the Women's Mountain Biking Association of Colorado Springs. They are a great group of experienced riders and racers that are nice enough to take all of us mediocre adventurers on group rides once a week to teach us a few things and I guess to make sure we don't kill ourselves.

I did my first ride with the group a couple of weeks ago, and really enjoyed it! The location of the ride was at a state park that we used to live across the street from and Tomme and I rode there all the time. Also they split us up into two groups for the ride, a not so easy group and an easy group. Since it was my first ride with WMBA I chose to ride with the easy group, and I had a really pleasant time riding in a park I know like the back of my hand, on a non-technical trail, at a relaxed pace, with no falls or injuries.

This past week was a different story. We went on a very well known trail around here called The Chutes, that I had never been on before. Confident from my nice relaxing ride the previous week I decided to go with the faster group this week. In addition to my lack of knowledge of the trail, what I know about how much air to put in my tires stems completely from the range given on the side of the tire. Mine states a range between 30 and 60 PSI. So when I pulled into the parking lot I knew that my tires were sitting at around 20 PSI, so I dutifully pulled out my air pump and cranked those tires up to about 55 PSI. This is not the way to do this as I learned later in the ride the hard way.

The day starts out fine. The trail is a long consistent uphill for about the first 30 minutes, and for the first 10 I am keeping up right behind the leader with no problem. Then as the trail begins to get drier with more loose dirt and gravel my overinflated tires are spinning out all over the place and I am beginning to fall and crash like crazy as the rest of the group passes me by. Eventually we pause to practice on a more technical section of the trail, and the WMBA leaders realize during their instruction to me that I keep spinning out because my tires have way to much air in them. A learning experience from the ladies I will not soon forget. So after they most honorably were able to hold back their outright laughter at my ignorance they tried to get some of the air out of my tires before moving on. Now I'm thinking that with the tire situation much improved so will be the rest of the ride.

Wrong. It becomes painfully clear to me about 3/4 the way through the ride that I am not at a fitness level appropriate for me to be with the fast group, as I am completely out of breathe any time we stop while everyone else is chatting comfortably. Then finally it is time to start going back downhill toward the parking lot, and now I'm thinking I might be home free. Then right at the end of the ride the trail splits, and after already committing to one side I realize that I had chosen poorly and tried to quickly correct myself to get back on the right trail. I hit my break too hard, while going too fast, and trying to make a sharp turn, which resulted in my spinning out once again and sliding my elbow and thigh along the trail. Trying not to look like too much of a doofus (although I had already) I hopped right back up the way people do when they trip and then try to act like it never happened. I got back on the bike and made it down to the parking lot without looking at my injuries to see the damage. In the parking lot, however, I check out the elbow and realize I am actually bleeding profusely from a decent size gash.

Needless to say it was not my best day on the trails, but I have to say that both the WMBA leaders, and the other members on the group ride were great. They were patient, kind, helpful, encouraging, and most importantly were not adventure snobs when it came to dealing with a mediocre adventurer such as myself. I would encourage any women in the Springs area that are interested in mountain biking to sign up, even if they are a beginner. Thanks again ladies for all the help and patience, and for your first aid kit.

Mediocre tip: Before biking try to have some basic knowledge of bikes, bike maintenance, bike mechanics, physics, and tire pressure (you will look cooler than I did, and most likely you won't hurt yourself as much).







- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad

Skirt Chaser, Competition, and Annoying Personality Traits

So about a month ago, as part of my training for the mini, I ran a 5K race in Denver called the Skirt Chaser. It has this title due to the fact that the women generally wear skirts during the race and they get a three minute head start on the run over the men. Only later did this come off to me as potentially sounding sexist, but when I first heard about it I just thought it sounded Iike fun. And all in all it was exactly that. The race went well, and the participants received two free beers afterwards (my favorite kind of reward).

Tomme chose to participate and I decided that if he were to catch up to me after a three minute head start that I would possibly have to take his life. After all I have been running like crazy and while he has been biking a significant amount recently, he has not been running at all. Luckily for his safety and my pride he did not pass me during the race. As the comments above may have suggested, while I am not particularly good at these extracurricular activities I do, I still for some reason can be quite competitive.

When I say competitive I do not mean I slightly have an urge to win or do better then my opponent, I mean I am competitive no matter what. Even at sports I'm horrible at, such as golf, I get mad when I can't hit a twenty foot chip shot a foot or so from the hole. It's ridiculous, and not my best side. Over the years I have come to realize that I get this from my dad. I love him to death, but like me he loves to win, and can't stand to admit when he is wrong. We are both stubborn in this way, and not just with sports, with opinions, politics, ideas, we are even competitive when playing the card game bridge. Now I recognize that such a competitive drive when you are not a professional tennis or bridge player borders on the insane, and it can drive those around us nuts, but I can't altogether say it's a bad thing. After all, my competitive drive improved my average pace in the 5K by about 45 seconds, and while it didn't make me a pro tennis player it did help me to get a college scholarship. It even helped me to get good grades because more than anyone I was mostly competitive with myself.

I actually think that is the way with most or our personality traits. The source of your best qualities are also the source of your worst. I always try to think of that when it comes to relationships. All of the things you find so amazing about the person when you fall in love are the exact same things that get on your nerves after the initial euphoria of falling in love wears off. For example you fall in love with the fact that someone is passionate and knows what they believe in when you first meet them, but that passion also means that when he or she disagrees with you that they will be just as passionate about refuting your point. I think this concept is an important one in making relationships go the distance. You have to accept that there are two sides to every human quality and that if you really love someone you appreciate the fact that even the things that drive you crazy about the person come from the same place that drives you to be crazy in love with them too (I have fulfilled my cheesy line quota for the day, yessssss).

Mediocre tip: Love yourself, even the not so great sides.


- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad

9/11

The following is not about being a mediocre adventurer. When I got up today I was almost pinned down with the weight of my feelings and thoughts on today, and I wrote this in an attempt to lift some of that weight by sharing how I feel with all of you. So I apologize at the random change of direction, but thank you for letting me vent. This is what I wrote when I first got up.

I woke up this morning with a pain in my chest as I usually do on this day. I thought of that day, where I was, who I was with, and remembered the the absolute confusion we felt. To those of you that I was with thank you for being there so none of us had to experience it alone. I remember the men and women that have died since and their families' pain and sacrifice. And I also think of America, who we are, what we are proud to be, and what so many have sacrificed for. The land of the free, where we will not allow terrorists to take away our spirit of freedom, love, tolerance, equality, and acceptance. That in America we are free to worship the God of our choice. That is the America they want to destroy. And the best way to help our enemies is to forget who we are and let hate, fear, ignorance, and terror divide us. As we remember victims of 9/11 today and we remember our soldiers oversees let's remember that many of them were and are Muslims too and they are grieving today with the rest of us. There is an Islamic place of worship at the Pentagon and at Walter Reed for a reason. My thoughts and prayers are with all of our citizens who died on 9/11 and all those that have made the ultimate sacrifice since, as well as their families and friends. Thank you.