Thursday, March 06, 2003

PostScript

Well, it's 2003 and we're at it again!
This year it's called Tour de Friends - go figure! Actually it's because the ride is being sponsored solely by Food and Friends (and affiliates in Richmond and Raleigh). Also this year we are riding from Raleigh, North Carolina to Washington, DC!

Monday, June 24, 2002

Another Rider's Perspective - This Is Hysterical

Months of training and four days of grueling AIDSRide turns amateur cyclist into a sore amateur cyclist.
By EDIE GROSS
The Free Lance-Star
Date published: Sun, 06/23/2002


I AM, at best, a competent cyclist. I know that if I use the front brake without also using the back brake, I will launch myself over the handlebars like cafeteria applesauce off a seventh-grader's spork.

I know that if I ride with an untied shoelace, it can wrap around the chain doohickey and make my bike and me one with the pavement.

I know that there are only a few select people who actually look good in those spandex bicycle shorts--and I am not one of them.

So perhaps you can understand my hesitation when my best friend, Stephanie, suggested we do the 330-mile Washington AIDSRide, an event sponsored in part by a shock-trauma center.

Surely such an undertaking required skills beyond those I possessed. I mean, I can ride a bike, and if a roving gang of 10-year-olds on Huffys were terrorizing my neighborhood, I could probably pedal fast enough to escape.

But Lance Armstrong I am not.

Stephanie knows this. She also knows I'm a sucker for good causes.

The Washington AIDSRide was a chance to raise money for the Whitman-Walker Clinic and Food & Friends, organizations that provide valuable services to people with AIDS and HIV.

Stephanie and her boyfriend, Rob, were already registered. They had gotten fancy new bikes and hired a personal trainer.

So in March I dusted off the bike I hadn't ridden in 18 months, put air in the tires and signed up for the seventh annual event.

At orientation a few weeks later, AIDSRide team leader Tim Sheehan explained that we would spend four days riding from Norfolk to Washington. While the most direct route is only 193 miles long, we would take the scenic route--a more challenging 330 miles.

Sheehan told of a 38-year-old woman who signed up one year even though she had never ridden a bike in her life. She learned to ride and then completed the event.

"I guarantee you, if she can do it, you can," he told us. "You'd be surprised how much your enthusiasm and adrenaline will carry you."

A week later, I tested the theory on Lee Drive, a scenic path through Fredericksburg and Spotsylvania National Military Park.

My enthusiasm and adre-naline--along with Stephanie barking orders at me to pick up the pace--carried me nine whole miles before my lungs imploded.

That simply wasn't going to cut it. I needed stamina. I needed endurance. I needed something resembling calf muscles.

Over the next four months, I biked before work, after work and on the weekends, often with Free Lance-Star photographer Rhonda Vanover, who was also training for the ride.

I invested in padded cycling shorts, consumed large quantities of Gatorade and built up a tolerance for Power Bars, which taste a lot like cardboard, only not as good.

I also hit up all my friends and family members for donations so I could reach the $2,400 minimum required of all AIDSRiders.

By June 12, the day before the ride, I had amassed $2,417 for charity. My longest single ride was 30 miles--but it felt like 330. That had to count for something.

I vowed to keep a journal of the experience. I was most likely going to humiliate myself in front of hundreds of other cyclists. Who wouldn't want a permanent written record of that?

It is Thursday, June 13, at 6:30 a.m., and the bleary-eyed quartet--Stephanie, Rob, Rhonda and I--join 1,113 other cyclists at the Scope Arena in Norfolk for opening ceremonies.

We stretch, hydrate and fantasize about going back to bed before hopping on our bikes around 8:30.

Participants range from first-timers like the four of us to AIDSRide veterans in matching biking outfits with slogans like "Team BUTR--Bringing Up The Rear/Burning Up The Road."

The faster riders inevitably end up at the front of the pack. When one rider passes another, he calls out, "On your left," so the slower rider knows he's coming.

Not to brag or anything, but my left was an incredibly popular place to be throughout the AIDSRide.

Lead riders also shout warnings to the ones behind them about the road conditions, things like, "Bump!" or "Gravel!" or "Road kill!" Hitting a half-flattened possum at a downhill speed of 30 mph can really mess with your momentum.

Temperatures on this first day soar into the 90s. When it rains around lunchtime, it's a blessed event.

Another blessed event is when I lose the feeling in my rear end around mile 67.

A few miles later, my back tire slides on the wet pavement. Several strands of DNA from my right knee are now a permanent part of the Colonial Parkway near Williamsburg. The bruise on my left leg bears an uncanny resemblance to the Eastern Seaboard.

Fueled by a steady supply of bananas, bagels and peanut butter at the AIDSRide pit stops, the four of us press on, covering about 95 miles in 12 hours.

The spaghetti dinner in camp that night is surely the best any of us has ever tasted.

"GOOOOOOOD MOOOORNING CAMP!"

It is 5 a.m. A man in leather chaps bellows a wake-up greeting to the riders, still huddled in their rain-soaked tents at James City County Park.

Did I mention it's 5 in the morning? This man is dancing to techno music.

Meanwhile, I can't feel my fingertips. Apparently my death grip on the handlebars is taking a toll.

On the other hand, the feeling in my rear end has returned--with a vengeance.

I am not alone. Many of us ease into our chairs at breakfast and shuffle to our bikes rather than stride. Our tent city resembles a summer camp for arthritics.

At the medical tent, riders stock up on ibuprofen, muscle soreness creams and the ever-popular "butt balm"--it prevents chafing. Enough said.

I have never hated a bicycle seat more than this morning.

After four hours of plodding along the back roads of James City and New Kent counties, I pull into Pit Stop 2 about a half-hour after the cutoff time.

"I'm afraid I have some bad news for you," a crew member says to me. I fear they have run out of Gatorade.

"All riders arriving now have to take the 'sag bus,'" he says.

I wanted to hug him, but I was afraid I'd pull a muscle.

The sag wagon is a giant tour bus that picks up cyclists who are physically unable to finish the ride. Those, like me, who are moving too slowly also get sagged and taken to camp.

Some of the 50-plus riders on the sag wagon grumble about being there. We later hear about one rider who picked up his bike and ran from the bus, screaming, "If you want me, catch me!"

Rhonda and I aren't running anywhere. We're only too happy for the opportunity to nap.

"I am all about the sag wagon," Rhonda says.

At camp at the Fredericksburg Agricultural Fairgrounds, I sign up for a 15-minute massage. The massage therapists are hands-down the most popular people on the AIDSRide.

I nominate mine for sainthood.

The massage has restored some of the feeling in my hands. I will nullify that progress with an 80-mile ride today, 79 of it uphill.

Most people don't realize this, but recent NASA pictures taken from space confirm that the Fredericksburg region is one of the world's most mountainous. There is one particular hill on Lansdowne Road that makes Everest look like a sand pile.

The toughest riders zip to the top of each hill, get off their bikes and then cheer the rest of us slowpokes on.

"Come on! You can do it! You're tougher than this hill!"

Some of the more masochistic participants even ride back down the hill and then ride up again alongside a struggling cyclist, encouraging them the whole way. One clearly insane rider does this 17 times on one hill.

That kind of attention really encourages you to stay on your bike. I'm not above walking my bike up a steep hill, but I sure don't want any witnesses.

Camp tonight is at Forest Park High School in Woodbridge, and for the first time since Thursday, it's not raining.

The place resembles a laundry-room explosion. Cyclists have hung soggy bike shorts, sleeping bags, socks, underwear, pajamas and T-shirts on the fences surrounding the school's athletic fields, hoping they'll dry out.

The line for the hot showers is long tonight. It is well worth the wait.

Riders wake earlier than usual on the last day of the AIDSRide. No one wants to sag today, not with thousands of friends and family members lining the streets of D.C., cheering them in.

Most of my muscle soreness is gone, but my fingers are still pretty useless. I say a silent prayer that this journalism thing works out, what with my backup plan to be a world-champion knitter in certain jeopardy.

The weather is great, and the hills don't seem quite as bad today. (Note: The author's last statement does not necessarily represent the opinions of her knees, back, shoulders and buttocks.)

Around lunchtime, we cross the Key Bridge and take the Whitehurst Freeway, open only to cyclists, into the District.

Riders stop at several coffee shops on the route for sugar and caffeine fixes before crossing the finish line near the Washington Monument.

After everyone has gathered there, a victory lap around the National Mall is in order. We then settle in near a stage at the east end of the mall, closer to the Capitol.

A group of HIV-positive pedalers--there were several on this trip--ushers a riderless bike through the crowd toward the stage, in memory of those who can no longer ride with us.

In spite of the solemn moment, participants are determined to focus on the victories today, on the number of lives that will, they hope, be improved by their efforts.

All at once, 1,116 riders raise their bikes above their heads--I am afraid I'll ruin the moment by clocking someone if I attempt to lift mine, so it remains on the ground.

Later, several participants help me get my bike over my head for a photo.

I think I pulled a muscle."

This is GREAT!!!!!!!!

Sunday, June 23, 2002

THE RIDE

Sunday 23 June 2002

One week ago I was busting my butt making sure I finished the AIDSRIDE 2002 on my wheels and not on a bus. It has taken me that long to sort through my emotions and thoughts to try to figure out what to write. Forgive my rambling and the blending of the days….even after two days, they all blended together.

This was, by far, the hardest thing I have ever done in my life. I’m not quite sure why but I know why it wasn’t perhaps as much fun as I had hoped. I had to continually keep pushing in order to beat their time limits (we had to finish by 7 p.m., not by dark). That was very depressing. I barely had time to refill my water bottles and then get out of the pit stops. I had little to no time to socialize and that really is part of the entire event. So, it wasn’t that I could not “do” 100 miles in a day, but I had to be able to do it in their time frame. I don’t know if that makes any sense to people who weren’t on the ride but that was the pressure that was always there. And if I never ever see another hill on a bicycle that will be way too soon for me. I knew we hadn’t trained enough on hills but I guess I didn’t know how much more we should have trained on hills. Oh well, “live and learn” they say.

However, not only was it the hardest thing I’ve ever done, it was one of the most rewarding things as well. Both an internal reward and an external one. It was a sense of tremendous accomplishment and I met some really great people whom I would love to ride with again.

It’s amazing how when you think you’ve planned for everything, you really haven’t. The things I anticipated bothering me/hurting me didn’t and others cropped up. For instance, I figured I’d have a lot of trouble with numbness of my hands and really didn’t have any (until I had to change my seat position). I was sure my thumb was going to hurt quite a bit especially with the new shifting system but it must have been the tape job because it didn’t hurt at all. Then there’s the expected muscle aches, pains, soreness and inability to move…well, I didn’t have any of that either. So, I must have been in great shape right????? NOT! Not only did I have severe foot pain (what they call “hot spots”) that required either stopping or cruising while you hang your foot off the pedal shaking the pain and numbness out…over and over again, no matter how I adjusted my position..arghh…but the worst problem of all was the “chafing” to put it mildly. I still am having trouble. Between the rain, the chamois with seams and all the miles I developed such severe pain, abrasions and swelling I actually thought I was going to have to quit because of that. But, I got plenty of Balmex and anything else I could find and smeared it all over myself and my shorts trying to decrease the pain. Of course this kept me from drinking adequately (so that I wouldn’t have to go pee) but I was very lucky I did not get dehydrated.

We had a very emotional opening ceremony Thursday. And then ventured out to our bikes to begin our long trip from Norfolk, Va to Washington, D.C. Getting out of Norfolk was fun. On the first bridge I had enough trouble breathing that I almost had to stop but then did have to stop since my chain came off (I became an expert at that after this event). Over the bridge, I saw Ryan waiting for me and that was kind of fun. I think we rode to the first pit stop together and that was it for really riding together….we’d start out from the pit stop together and then he’d go off and use his power as I mosey’d along behind….all of which we had worked out so that it was ok with everyone. I would pull into the pit stops just about the time he and his buddies (who were great and wonderful supporters) were ready to pull out.

It was very hot (and I guess a degree of humidity too J ) Thursday…we found out how refreshing it is to have water poured over our heads and put ice in our bandanas around our neck. But later as we rode along really rural roads (which were great to ride on and very little traffic – spoiled us because the rest of the ride was not like that at all), the storm clouds came out and we got drenched. Then it was hot again, then rain, etc. We ended up with an hour “down” time because we had to take a ferry – by then it was getting dark and cold so that didn’t help our muscles at all. We were also very worried that they wouldn’t let us finish because it was getting late…I was very upset about that because we got started late (due to the opening ceremonies) and then had to wait for the ferry. But, we lucked out and were allowed to ride on. By the time we got off the ferry the rain started again and worsened the closer to Jamestown/Williamsburg we got. We ended up soaking wet riding into camp at about 9 pm. But we made the whole thing!!! Ryan had put up the tent and we went and ate then went to bed (the shower line was hours long).

Friday started out muggy from the rain the night before and we were tired after nearly no sleep…our tent faced downhill and we should have turned around…oh well. After breakfast I took off as soon as I could (about 6:50) trying to get a ahead start. I don’t remamber a lot about the first part of the day except that there were hills all day long. I didn’t see as much of Ryan and the guys that day though. It was hot once again til afternoon when the thunderstorms arrived but I kept plugging along..the major problems I had with the rain were: my glasses were not seeable and we had lots of “downhills” (which were always followed by blasted uphills) that to me were treacherous in the rain. I do remember finding Ryan later – he had had a spoke problem. But I was trying to spend as little time in the pit stops as possible..same with lunch. The last pit stop I was at was great…they had ice cream but it started pouring (kind of like the “heavy at times” they talk about) so we had to crouch under a closed building to try to keep dry and WARM (yes, it had suddenly gotten cold). They wouldn’t let us go for awhile because of the lightening..but after they did we kept going in the rain…one of the sweep crews stopped me and said that if I saw any lightening at all I should get in a ditch, not under a tree….i looked at the ditch next to the road and said “what if the ditch is under a tree”..they left without having any kind of answer “ J. I finally made it to the last pit stop where they stopped us all (Ryan was kind enough to wait for me – he could have taken the bus before and gotten warm)…camp was still about 7 miles away (that day’s mileage was going to be 106 miles) but it was after 7 pm and the police apparently had made them pull people off the road. But I was pretty happy I had made it about 98 miles, according to my odometer. So we got into camp about 8:30 that night. We found mud but our tent was set up by the boys. However, there was a note from them saying that the rain was too much and they had gone to check into a hotel, did we want to come. I just wanted to crash but told Ryan he could go. He was good though and we both stayed. We were pretty glad that they guys had gone tho because our tent was very very wet but we found two others that were pretty dry so we each had a dry tent. We were in Fredericksburg at this point (my home) so I was pretty happy but in major agony from aforementioned “chafing”. So, ice pack on my privates (gee you’d think I was in the Army) I tried to tend to the hot spots on my feet. We ate dinner with Jerald (who had NOT gone to the hotels) and he came back telling us it was raining again..arghhh..the weather person had just finished saying it wasn’t going to rain after nine p.m.- hmph so much for the weather reports. Plus, Jerald told us that there might be a delay in the a.m. because of fog. I was very worried about that because I certainly didn’t need any delays.

Saturday a.m. was like waking up in a swamp. I felt like dog doodoo and could not breathe hardly at all. Ryan gave me an Allegra..or was that the day before – I had trouble breathing then too but Saturday I really felt like the dickens. I didn’t even get up til late (for me) and waited for Ryan and the boys to go to breakfast. I was just getting ready to leave and push myself out the gate when the sky opened up to a major storm. So, all of us were delayed leaving. Well, that was my downfall. The first thing out of the gate was a major gigantic steep hill. I gave up early on that one and walked. Breathing is essential for doing hills. I didn’t have very much of that in me. Then later I stopped for 20 minutes to help these three folks, who didn’t bother to even say thank you..but did say “can I ask you something terrible? How old are you?” that made me feel really great as you can imagine. Then I found Ryan..he had had his spoke problem finally fixed. So we’re riding along and hear a “pop” – Ryan had his 2nd flat of the trip. That took us a while to change the tire. But we made it to the pit stop before it closed. Then we stopped at the CVS so I could try to get something for m y “chafing” After that, we found out we had to make heavy duty time to the next pit stop. I told Ryan to go ahead and warned him about the road ahead. As we went along I realized we were going to ride right by my house. I could not resist the urge to stop so stop I did..of course, I had to pick the lock to get in..that was a new skill I learned on this ride. But, I wasted too much time there (being last anyway) and by the time I came out there was a truck taking down the directional signs. I only knew one way to go and did but at the next stop sign I tried to call both Ryan and the emergency number for the ride (unfortunately that number was for the 3 Day walk and then they put me on hold). I lucked out tho, one of the staff members came by and told me how to go. To make a long story short, I ended up “sagged” that day because I wouldn’t make it to the next pit stop in time and they wouldn’t let me go from there. I was so disappointed and discouraged. I actually just wanted to go back to my house and cry. But, I eventually ended up in camp during daylight. We put up our tent and then looked around. It was beautiful and did not rain at all that night. It was even cold that night, making it somewhat difficult to sleep. When I woke up Sunday however, I felt better breathing wise than at any time during the ride. I got my bike ready and took off. I was “booking” – no one was going to sag me that day. I felt great but there were 50 miles to go (I thought it was 60 miles) – I pedaled and pedaled and pedaled…and there were hills, hills, hills and more hills!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I stopped at pit stop 1 to pee and then passed thru pitstop 2 trying to keep ahead of time. I made it up most of the hills but some I couldn’t do for one reason or another. But I was ok with that…many people were very supportive..and you know what..the major thing I realized on this event is that Jackie and Crystal (my Siberian huskies) do not care if I can’t ride up every hill or not!!! Not bad realization huh?

After I made it to the holding area and met up with the other guys we had fun talking and taking pix and waiting for everyone to come in. I talked to several interesting people, especially Marilyn, a woman I’d met at several pit stops. We exchanged emails and promised to keep in touch.

The closing ceremonies were very emotional. I’m so glad we got them on tape. Everyone lifting their bikes up in victory! Including me.

My bike was the best. I’m so glad I chanced it! The few things that need to be adjusted as with any new bike did not really affect me. It is the absolute best bike!!!!!!

So many thoughts and emotions had gone thru my head during this entire ride. I appreciated the support that every one of my friends had given me. And realized how hard I had trained and that now there would be a tremendous letdown – I had spent every weekend since late January riding/training…except the two weeks I smashed my ribs. And now, it would be no more. The sense of accomplishment felt great. But I had no one really to share it with. It’s kind of like the sensation I had last year when I finished the Avon 3-Day and wanted to call my mom..and then remembered that she was no longer alive. You want to share your accomplishment and joy with someone close to you and yet, there is no one. That is a let down as well as not having anything to aim for after the ride. And I think I was emotionally down too because of all the controversy around Pallota Teamworks and the fact that they wont be doing the AIDSRIDE next year..and therefore, who knows what it will be like?

I have enjoyed sharing all this with people as the weeks of training has gone by. You all have been a great part of my life since late Jan and I appreciate all the support, both financial and otherwise. You all are the greatest! Just remember that I DID IT!!!

Please read this email from an HIV Positive person who did the ride (they are called the Positive Pedalers). He wrote this email to the AIDSRIDE email list, thanking everyone for their participation. His words remind me why I went thru all of this and I hope it will bring home to you the good you did when you supported me as much as you did:

”I have been POZ [ HIV positive] for ten years and never thought that I would be here at 30 years old much less doing a ride I have seen so many people die from this disease and I have experienced the shame and loneliness that this disease causes as well as the physical challenges. Too many of my friends have passed alone and scared because of AIDS. I refuse to live like that.

I have used the services of both the clinic and food and Friends. Two years ago I was tipping the scales at a 135lbs and wasn't doing well. My meds had stopped working and I had developed other opportunistic infections that required meds that weren't covered by A.D.A.P and was not sure how I would get them much less how I would pay the rent or for food even if I had the funds to get them. I was able to get the meds through the clinic and I still was able to pay the rent and eat. These are the kinds of things your hard work makes possible for us with A.I.D.S. I am now on a regiment that is working for me and other than a little sunburn from the ride I am doing well. And as you know was out peddling through corn fields and rain with you all. So thanks for helping me stay alive and giving me the chance to not only reap the benefits of your tireless work, but also peddle beside you on the most exciting journey of my life so far!”

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Love you all
Terrie

Wednesday, June 12, 2002

12 June 2002 - We're Off - Even Though I'm Commiting The Cardinal Sin

Well, i"m about to leave the house and unfortunately i cannot post this on the website now so you all will have to wait til i return to read this. - turns out one last try and the server was up. yeah!
But i did want to jot down some of my thoughts and feelings before i leave.

it's amazing that it's finally here. it's almost like it snuck up on me and i'm not ready. especially since i have worked out these past two weekends on skyline drive - but way too late and not enough training on those days to make any difference. so, i feel so inadequate about the hills..but mixed with this fear and apprehension is more excitement than i think i've ever experienced..and that's weird because i was pretty excited about the AVON 3 day walk last year. the last time i had any semblance of excitement and fear like this was for my first marathon when i didnt know what to expect and also felt undertrained.

As i went to sleep last night (since i hadnt slept the night before and spent all day organizing and doing my packing and then taking the dogs in. i didnt get my car in for oil change and didn't get to mow the lawn either.. oh well) i had many memories to mull over...the first few rides outside on mount vernon trail and how hard those hills seemed...wonder if they would still be that bad..then the first few rides on W&OD trail in the cold and the one i "made" ryan come on that froze his toes and then eventuallly my fingers...how much fun we've had over that one. Then the accident and my ribs and how they still hurt with certain activities...then ride after ride day after day always increasing mileage etc...then our first 94 mile ride then our second and then my joy at doing the 3 94 mile rides in a row and how that made me feel. many tribulations over all the bikes i've had....and that leads me to the cardinal sin part of this....i finally found a terrific bike last week and bought it. it's a cannondale and the guy took over 1 hour to fit me and then called them about what would be the best bike etc.....i finally got it and rode up the mountain last sunday with it feeling so much better. i'ts lighter and fits so well......you are not supposed to do this and i only pray that it will work but i was very leary of using the bianchi after the broken spokes scenario even tho i had a new wheel built. we'll see. i think it will be fine but i need the bicycle gods to reign down on us.

Gotta go...more next week...hopefully i'll get alot on video

Terrie

Monday, June 10, 2002

9 June 2002 - The Final Ride - Thank God for Granny (GEAR that is)

Well, I went back to the Shenandoah Mountains (Skyline Drive) to see what the other side of the mountain was like...i.e. i went the opposite direction from last week. It was steep and up'hill" (up"mountain" is more like it)...4 miles of straight up but not as steep a grade as last week. My bike is doing really well and i love it. i had to stop a few times to get my breath but not as much as last week. Of course, i was in the Granny gear almost all the time. But whatever works is what counts. I saw some more deer this week but no bears...shucks. Lots of riders going the opposite direction (as i envously looked at them going downhill). It was hot but not too humid and all in all was a great last ride. i probably pushed my legs a bit too much for being so close to the ride but hopefully they will recover.

We're on the way soon and hopefully i'll get one more chance to post before we leave...and then it will be after the ride memories

Wish us luck!
Terrie

Sunday, June 02, 2002

1 June 2002 - Oh Deer, The BEAR Facts!!!

Well, since this was supposed to be "taper" week, i decided to do something else and drove to Shenandoah National Park to ride on Skyline Drive! What a great idea....my bike was already in the car even though last weekend i spent some of my off days cleaning out my "locker" (also known as my van) so i didnt have as much as gear as i would have liked. Anyway, i leave bright and early and drive the hour it takes to get there, take my bike out of the car, get the pump to fill the tires...and lo and behold i had two broken SPOKES!!!!!!!!!!!! what the heck do you do then. i had read that you should have extra spokes with you...which i did not of course, but even if i had had them what the heck would i have done with them...it's like my famous (or infamous) remark when i pass people stopped on the road "Hi, do you need any help? i've got plenty of tools, i just dont know how to use any of them" - that's usually good for a chuckle (except from the bicycling jocks) and eases the tension and embarrasment if someone actually needs help. but, i digress........i had no idea what to do or what would happen if i rode on the bike with broken spokes...so, i said, i didnt come this far for nothing and got on the bike and rode with some difficulty (i didnt really know til the next day that it was from the spokes - i just thought it was me, the slowpoke) i went about 16 miles total and gave up and went about a search to find a bike store. i went north to Warrenton and could not find one - people there thought it closed...sent back to Culpeper which is where i go thru to get to Shenandoah and went intoa rite aid to ask someone if they know of a bike store...of course, i had to wait to ask them because as i was going in, some guy was walking out and set off the alarm and then proceeded to take off running..obviously he had stolen something and the store crew was more preoccupied with that...finally i was able to get some info and they directed me to the Bike Stop - this is THE BEST bike store i have ever found and will eventually go on and on about it but will probably wait until the wrap up after the ride. They quickly fixed my spokes but the guy said that another one broke while he was fixing it so that meant it was a defective wheel since it's only about 2 1/2 months old. that made me reeeeeeaaaaaalllllllllllyyyyy happy as you can imagine. this bike has done nothing but act weird or act up since i've gotten it. i regret that decision and not having enough opportunity to ride it before the 30 days was up so that i could return it. oh well, that's my story as usual. i eventually was able to mosey on home with my bike after a very cruddy day of riding.

Oh, yeah, the title of this - as i was going out on my short trip i came across a cute deer standing in the middle of the road - he/she moved to the other side as i rode by (but didnt go into the woods)...just watched me and then went back the exact middle of the road after i passed...and of course, i didnt have my camera so i missed a perfect opportunity. on the way back i saw a car stopped in the middle of the road as you come aorund a curve. i thought that wasn't a particularly smart move..and of course, the New Yorker in me runs thru the pervert possibilities (which i have been exposed to [no pun intended[ when training for the 3 day - a schizophrenic who drove around the battlefield covered by newspaper to protect himself from the "bad" rays from something....what a sicko). but i decided i was so slow (it was uphill) that i just figured i'd go around the car as much as possible. - as i did that the driver got out with a camera and i looked up on the ridge...it was so precious - there was a momma deer (like mommie dearest maybe) and a baby - i have never seen such a small deer and it was as if they were camouflaged too - they had spots on them. again, no camera on my bod.

then i get about 1 mile from the car i see a BEAR crossing the road. that was unbelievable for me - remember i'm a city girl and have never seen a bear anywhere but in the zoo and here it was not very far from me (this was more "intriguing" than the possibly rabid racoon or the very big snake i had to run over - what a bump that was and it's head had been up with the tongue darting out..not sure what kind of snake it was but it was big).. it stopped and looked my way as i was slowing (how can someone as slow as i slow down anymore) and then fortunately turned back and continued to mosey across the road. i was amazed and really wished i had had my camera!

2 June 2002 - Sunday - Up the MOUNTAIN!

And boy, do i mean a MOUNTAIN. i went back to the Skyline drive with new spokes and decided to go further than i had the previous day..little did i know what i was going to be up against...this mountain didnt stop. it went from about 2100 feet to 3400 feet at the top ( i have a picture somewhere). and then like a nut i went down the other side..not very far, thank goodness, but still had to come back up it. it took me forever..and i had to stop several times to catch my breath..i'm not sure it went but i had to go catch it and wait for my heart rate to go down. it took me 3.5 hours to go just 22 miles - how discouraged i was. you just cant believe it. i know how very hilly Virginia is and i 'm very afraid i'm not goign to be albe to do this ride because of the hills...this is where i should have been training - well, i guess i know for the future. nuts. but i did make if up the first ountain without walking, just stopping. i did walk up about 300 yards up the second mountain.

Figures, today i had made my camera pouch ready to go all day. the only thing i got a picture of worth anything was a very pretty butterfly but no deer and certainly no bear. i saw two people who had seen a bear separate times today. but i didnt get to see him (her). maybe next week if i come up here. we'll see...home to be discouraged. i have to travel to great lakes this week too. so that takes me out of synch for sure.
and i dont have very many donations yet either but that's a very long and complicated story.

more later...please pray for me to be able to do this ride. it's so important for so many reasons!

Terrie


Sunday, May 26, 2002

26 May 2002 - Three 94 mile days in a row!

Well, I did it.....I took leave thurs and friday and had saturday off - rode our trail 94 miles each day. the most important accomplishment of all is that i was able to do it in the same amount of time on Saturday (day 3) as on day 1..for me that's really amazing because not only did i do the ride in 10 hours each day but also had to drive to and from Arlington, adding another hour plus......

i learned how to push and how to not get discouraged. 94 miles alone is alot longer than 94 miles with some one. i am still very unhappy with my bike but i guess there's not much i can do about it now. my knee started to hurt about 2/3 thru day 1's ride. it almost became very limiting and at one point i wasnt sure i was going to be able to finish because of it. but i did. i must need to raise my seat or something. i'm starting to get scared about this event and i anticipate that will get worse in the coming weeks. it was funny though, i saw this same poor woman on a construction crew with the exciting job of waving people by..we both waved at each other as the days went by. my breathing still is the pits and i dont know what's causing it - i will eventually get it checked but just dont have time now.

Sorry this isnt very interesting but it was simply pedaling pedaling and more pedaling. i love to stop at "my store" and get a cold starbuck's coffee when i'm on the way back. i didnt have any soreness really other than my knee pain. oh, i forgot, i used my patella strap on friday and saturday and it helped but cut into the back of my leg....hard to tell what the best thing to do is.

thanks for everyone's support

well, more next week..i'll be able to rest the rest of this weekend.

Terrie

Sunday, May 19, 2002

Week Whatever - our 2nd 100 Miler (actually it's 94 miles)

Week Whatever - our 2nd 100 Miler (actually it's 94 miles)

I've lost track of what week this is since i haven't posted in a long time. Ryan's posts are always so entertaining.
We had such great intentions this weekend and were really psyched up for it. we were going to do 94 on friday and 94 on saturday. the weather report was for possible a.m. showers friday (well, the weather report was for a lot of things all week...who knows if it's ever accurate.....) and also late in the day, "possibly heavy". our plans were to get started very very early so that we could try to beat the rain. well, we got started early and were only about 30 minutes off our planned time. going out was fairly uneventful we had vowed to keep from "wasting time" on our stops..but as usual, our first stop almost blew that. i loved the chocolate i got at fresh fields (or whatever it's name is) so we stopped there but it was about 15 minutes from opening...so we diddled around with our bikes until they opened and i got my chocolate and was a hppy camper. i forgot to record that on my watch but it was about 20 minutes. then we did really well at just working toward the goal but i had to stop more than i liked becuase of numbness in my foot..i had prepared with many different items in my shoe..but this numbness was the outside two toes (as it it were from my back) sometimes the numbness is tolerable but occasionally it's agony so i had to stop to unnumb it. that aggravated me. at times we revised the many things in my shoes to see if that woud do any good. eventually i ended up out of the toe clips so that i could put the arch of my foot over the pedal, not the ball of my foot. that helped quite a bit. i like the biking shoes but they dont seem to do any good to decrease the numbness. at lunch ryan raised my seat and my handlebars and that helped some. anyway, we really did well at not procrastinating. we stopped some to stretch but kept it short and to the point. i wasn't happy with the time to the store (27 miles and about 3 hr 19 min) but Ryan said that was good for us. and i guess it is since that 19 min was probably what we spent at the fresh fields store. Then it took about 2 1/2 hrs to get to the end to eat lunch. we spent an hour at lunch....all the while watching the sky (and it did seem dark in the sky out toward Purceville). So, my watch said 5 hours and 53 minutes to the half way point. our next planned stop was to the store on the way back - that was about 8 /12 hours and spent 17 minutes there...it's terrible to be so consicous of the amount of time you spend somewhere. but at least we were talking more on the any back so the miles went by faster (plus my feet were better since i changed how i rode. Then it took us 3 1/2 hours to get back to the car. We really tried to work hard at improving our time even tho we had our lights with us (i lost my tail red light on one of the bumpy bridges since it wasn't attached permanently). we ran into rain finally about mile 11 or 12 - fortunately we stopped to put on our rain jackets..altho i'm not really sure why i said fortunately because i do not think it did any good at all. we rode through one of those "possibly heavy at times" sections and our feet were just as flooded as the rest of our bodies...good thing we had brought extra clothes and shoes. it wasn't cold so the rainwater was sort of refreshing to me..but whenever it rains i have to take off my glasses so who knows where i'm going. i got angry at one bozo. i didnt make it up OUR hill and dont know if i would have been able to but my "fixed" bike is still switching its gears when it feels like it and dropped to the granny gear suddenly and i had moved the rear gear to the big ring and as predicted it slipped so i had to stop in the middle of the hill to try to get the chain back on the bike. this guy came barreling down the hill and yelled at me to get off the path. he should not have been going that fast in the slippery rain but that's beside the point. i was not pleasant in my response :-0 as you might imagine. our total time was 12 hours 25 minutes (includes the one hour for lunch). Ryan's computer said it was somewhat over 8 hours of riding time but it was inaccurate in mileage so who knows what's going on with that computer.

we got back and even tho i really didnt think going to the outback was a great idea since i had to drive home and then get up early in the a.m. so we could ride..but we went anyway..and it was a long wait. i got home at 11:30 or so...hard to get to sleep. but finally did and was able to get up at 5 a.m to leave to go pick up Ryan for our next ride. i got up, went downstairs and opened the door to see what the cold front had done to the temp and went "Ugh" - it was 74 and had barely rained. so i got my stuff and took off to go get THE man. on I-95 our decision was made..the heavens opened up much more than when we had been riding the day before. then i got off to avoid an accident, stopped to get gas and realized how cold it had become in such a short time. so i brought Ryan breakfast and we went shopping and took his bike to Performance to see what was awrong with his bike...but it turns out it's a spoke thing so we need to take it back to the original shop.

i'm worried that we're not going to get a chance to really check how we're going to do on days 2 and 3. we felt good for this one but my test was going to be how i did on saturday. i was very tired so i dont know how that would really work.

but enuf of my rambling. we did our second one so that's bound to be some improvement. Til later

Terrie

Monday, May 13, 2002

Testing our system

this is a test to see if we can get this up again

Wednesday, April 17, 2002

Week 9

Week 9

Saturday 13 April 02 - Back in The Saddle - 65 Miles
After two weeks of agony, my ribs finally felt better enough that I thought I could try riding again. I was going to be alone which was sort of good since I could do my own pace and turn around whenever I wanted to. I left a bit later than I had wanted but still was able to get off very early. The weather was supposed to be rain (which we need; which they always predict; and which hasn't showed up yet so I wasn't intimidated. I just stocked up on rain gear. It was overcast so I wasn't sure how long i was going to be able to ride. At first it seemed as if i had never ridden but i had to keep telling myself that that is what we always feel like for the first few miles and just keep going with it. i knew i had gained weight in these two weeks of total inactivity - all i could do was eat and sleep (getting into bed to do that was a real trial too) so that didnt make things any easier. But i just kept pushing myself. i had put new Cinelli bars on the bike outside of the aerobars and they helped provide other positions for my hands and that helped. Now what i need is new positions for my feet. the bottom of my feet get so numb it's pathetic. maybe that's my position or something but it's the pits. i made it up "our hill" (i've named all the hills on the W&OD trail) but was wheezing more than i have ever wheezed. i had also found out that when bending over to really pull on the hills my ribs didn't like that very much but it was tolerable. I guess i figured that "our hill" was my first test and i had passed that test so went on. Then i came to "Zaree's hill" - that's the hill where we turned around when riding with Zaree. i made it all the way up that but fell at the top. it was rather funnu because i guess i waited til the top to try to switch to another gear and it stuck and over i went but at least this time it was to the right. sometimes i wonder if i'm destined to stay upright during any ride...

my seat is still not adjusted right. thsi was the fist time ever that i have had a sore butt and i think it's from having to back up all the time. i tried to move the seat back but i was unalbe to do that by myself and didnt want to mess it up too much. Plus it creaked most of the time on the way back and that was scarey. I made it out 32.5 miles and then turned back, stopped at the rock quarry for lunch (11 minutes again) and was upset that i had once more not brought my camera (thought it was going to rain). by then it was a beautiful day. i stopped at the store on the way back and filled up my camelbak and bought a small thing of pringles to eat later. i had been using the electrolyte caps and they helped to. i made sure i was well hydrated today. i saw alot of "3-Day'ers" and would cheer at them each time i passed.

On the way back i was able to feel better mentally about our saying that there were always headwinds on the way back....i saw flags that substatntiated it - they were flat out coming in our direction. so there really are headwinds - i was worried that it was just our perception - meaning that we weren't going to do very well on the second half of any ride. Also on the way back i stopped at mile 40 in the town and ate the chips. that was a good refreshing salty replenishment (and they tasted good too), rested a bit and stretched..that's not that easy to do with my ribs as they are.

My back never hurt on this ride so that means the bike is adjusted really well (except for the seat). i was happy about that. i also had been taking the "momentum" tabs religiously since before i took off.

I almost got arrested as i neared the last 4-5 miles....i passed this family that was having a picnic and my starvation mode kicked in and i almost attacked them to get their food. That was when i knew i was hungry and alas, no Outback for me tonight..i dont go there without Ryan.

I was pretty happy with my 65 mile ride after busting my ribs. it was 5hrs 27 minutes riding time and 6 hours 14 minutes total time. i think this is a boring post but i wanted to write down the information since we're keeping a log and i wanted everyone to know i was truly "back in the saddle" again.

On to Sunday.............

Sunday, 14 April 2002 - Resisting Temptation - 61 Miles - 6 hrs 41 min

I had written this post and then it disappeared. so, you are lucky and will be spared from all but the bare details.

The resisting temptation part is that i slept poorly, the weather forcast was horrible and i really wanted to NOT go. but i left early and took my rain gear. It turned into a wonderfully beautiful day with hot sun (i even got sunburn).

It was a great ride even without Ryan. My back didnt hurt and that was great but my foot got numb and my hands too. oh well.

Total riding time was 5 hrs 17 minutes. The reason the total time is so long is because i stopped for about 38 minutes for lunch to talk to some women doing the 3 Day walk coming up in a couple of weeks.

that's all i'm going to write again.

See ya next week..won't be boring if Ryan and I ride together

Terrie

Sunday, March 31, 2002

Week 7

Week 7 - Two Great Days and a Crash!
60 Miles Friday + 51 Miles Saturday

Friday
Ryan and I spent much of the week at the bike shop near work (Capitol Hill Bikes) where they were excellent at helping us fit our bikes and ordering needed equipment for my bike to try to get a decent fit (seems the people where I bought my bike sold me a "way too big bike" - the bums). But Capitol Hill said they could get it going properly with some adjustments. I picked it up on Thursday and because I was using the new one, Ryan used the Gary Fischer bike with much smaller tires. He was going to try that first and then the Volpe on Saturday.

Following the weather report is worse than following a ping pong ball. But we had decided to ride Friday and Saturday because Sunday was Easter and this would give us at least two days. Friday a.m. was a bit cold but we took our time getting ready so that it could possibly warm up some (I mean after all it was supposed to go up to the 60s). But it's still hard to know what to wear to stay warm in the a.m. but not be boiling on the way back.

We were pretty quiet on the way out except that we had to stop so that Ryan could fix my seat. I had felt as if I was right on top of the drops (or whatever they're really called) on the right..but he fixed that. We stopped at the top of OUR hill (8 miles) and stretched and then took off for more)

Oh by the way, I remembered my bike this time! But, alas, I forgot my camera and was disappointed because I like to chronicle our rides.

Being Friday and a bit cool (and no one really knowing what the weather was going to be allowed us to have a really nice ride out side by side. And I was happier with the smaller tires (remember how UNHAPPY I was last week with the fat tires...what kind of people there out there that tell you things that are not true - that I would not have problems with the tires because the "ridge" was high enough...baloney). The smaller tires were better but I think I can either go down to 25/26 or even go with a road bike. Sorry, I'm getting sidetracked.

We made it out 30 miles to the Rock Quarry and stopped there for lunch (one reason I had wanted to remember the camera). What a neat spot with picnic benches, a porta potty and a great view. So, we took our time and ate our harvest and pria bars. We took 27 minutes for lunch. Needed it with a longer ride. I think it was there that I took off my sweatshirt and tried to cram it into my bag. I still had my thermal shirt and my bike shirt and riding vest. As we got on our bikes to head back, we both said "sometimes it doesn't pay to stop" meaning it's so much harder to really get started again. But we made it back the three miles to the little store on the street - we filled up on gatorade and water (and I realized I wasn't drinking enough water). The funniest thing happened there and I'm sure Ryan will tell it better but we were standing there at the store and I was finishing up the bottle of water and I had asked him if he was ok or tired or something (I can't remember exactly what I asked). He said he was ok and then a bit later out of the clear blue sky he said "I'm full from lunch" (our dinky little powerbar) - unfortunately for him he was standing right in my line of fire and I had just taken a drink of water and I busted up and spit the water all over him.......poor guy.

Then off again....off into the #$@$# headwinds...I've never figured out on this ride how there can be headwinds going out AND headwinds going back. That was very discouraging and very tiring for both of us. But we kept pushing and pushing and finally made it back to the car! We were both starving...we crammed the bikes into the back of the van, hopped in and found that it was Friday night (and Good Friday/Easter weekend) traffic. But we eventually made it to the Outback (thank goodness Ryan knows the back ways). We devoured a bloomin onion in record time as well as every other edible item they brought us. What a great meal that was. I took Ryan home and told him that I was going to ride in the a.m. and if it didn't rain then I'd pick him up but it would be later than usual so that he could sleep some. it took forever for me to get home because of the traffic but I was very glad to get home.

To Summarize the progress of the day: We were both very proud of reaching 60 miles (riding time 5:38 - total time was approximately 7 1/2 hours again (we seem to be stuck on that number but I cant' be more sure because I thought I had turned on my timer but apparently had missed the button). Considering the headwinds on the way back I think we made goo time.

My back did not really hurt on this ride and I attribute that to the modifications on the bike made by Capital Hill Bikes.

I did end up with something almost as scary for me though. By the end of the ride my first 2 fingers on my right hand were numb (like with the carpal tunnel syndrome). That may be because my hands were in the "drops" the whole time instead of being moved around (the aerobars do not feel right though). But this is worrisome

The seat needs some more adjustment but the bike is doing well. I'm much happier than last work

Saturday - 51 Miles Plus the unexpected..............
The plan for Saturday was to wait and see what the weather report revealed and play it by ear but certainly not really early. So, I got up on Sat and the temp was 65 degrees so early in the a.m. and there was this "scattered showers in the morning...clearing later" baloney on the tube but not a cloud in the sky. So, off I went (and I didn't have to worry about the bike cuz it was already in the car but I did remember my camera today). On the way to pick up Ryan I called him, told him the report and asked what he wanted to do...he decided to go for the ride and hope the weather report was as accurate as usual. We took our time getting ready and getting to our starting point.

Today he was going to ride the old Volpe (which our friends at Capitol Hill Bikes fitted for him to try). Today was day two on my revised new Volpe so other than endurance we were testing the bikes still. We ended up stopping at the same place as yesterday to adjust Ryan's bike this time (yesterday was to adjust mine). At the top of OUR hill going out (mile 8) we stopped as usual. This time I said..."we need to decide what mileage we're going to do so that we're not tempted to just "quit" whenever we get tired". Ryan said he didn't know if he could do the 50 miles we talked about and I said fine, let's shoot for 40 and we both agreed. So, off we went and really enjoyed the ride. We stopped at mile 20 and spent (2 hours 46 min). Took 24 minutes for lunch (our harvest bars). We stretched and decided to go at least out 22.5 (making it 45 mile total ride). and off we went. At 22.5 we decided to go farther..ultimately to 25 1/2 miles out. (That took 30 minutes - we stretched/rested/talked for 15 minutes). Then headed back, pretty proud that we felt so good at this point - much more than we have ever felt before..silently we were just hoping that there would be no more headwinds. We stopped at 7-11 to restock on gatorade and water (again, I was not hydrating enough). I felt better after that stop and we started out again.

By this time the traffic on the roads had really increased (it was a very nice day and there were bikers, walkers, joggers, roller bladers you name it they were there...and of course, each and every one of them owned the road - just ask them). We felt good enough that we were trying to sprint and beat our time back. Well, at mile 33 or 34, I tried to pass a couple walking on the right. Hollered out "on your left" and tried to go around the gentleman. As I pulled out to do this, I spotted a recumbent biker barreling along toward me with no obvious intent of slowing, moving off to the gravel trail, or anything. Whatever happened next I really don't remember much. I think the man stopped though (Ryan said that he turned to the right and not the left) and I slammed into him. Next thing I knew I was sort of flying but inhibited by my handlebars. I don't know how many times I smashed into my handlebars because it felt like I was bouncing on them several times...all on my left side. I know my head hit the ground a few times (another testimonial for helmet wearing). When I finally stopped moving I was very worried about the man I hit but also extremely worried that I had ruptured my spleen...perfect location and significant blows to that area. I finally got up and realized my ribs were either cracked or badly bruised and all the other bruises didn't even matter. my handlebars were bent but Ryan was able to fix that. They kept moving as we traveled on. Apparently the gentleman was as ok as you can be..his turning to the right helped him be spun and not smashed and he landed on the grass fortunately, not the concrete.

I knew I had to make it back to the car. I was really upset that I had hit that man - more even than being hurt but I was also still worried about a small tear. Anyway, I had to stop and walk up at least one hill that I normally wouldn't and also OUR hill I finally stopped and walked. Every bump was felt in my left side.

At the top of OUR hill Ryan announced "we don't have to go to dinner tonight" - to which I immediately said "why not" - indignant that he would think that I'd not want to eat. I told him that it was better for me to be around someone for longer so of course we went to eat at the OUTBACK. As each minute passed, the pain increased but there were no symptoms indicating that I had ruptured my spleen so I was happy. when I got home and tried to go to bed, I must admit that that was an experience...one I do not want to repeat. oh well. at least we weren't going to ride tomorrow anyway (since it is Easter) so I didn't feel too much as if I let Ryan down. hopefully I'll be better by next week (although I DO know the course of bruised or fractured ribs and it's a bit more than a week..oh well). It was 3 hours 56 min to get back (total time).

We did 51 miles (and Ryan did well on the Volpe and felt good) and so 110 miles in two days was a pretty good increase in our endurance! And the actual riding time for the 51 miles was 4 hours and 45 minutes (my cyclometer)! Keep your fingers crossed that I can recover pretty quickly. See ya next week!
Terrie

Monday, March 25, 2002

Week 6

The Ride That Almost Wasn't (And Probably Shouldn't Have Been)
70 Miles - 7 1/2 Hours

Another lonely ride today but Ryan had another obligation and I had been tied up on Saturday. I needed to get out and ride plus i wanted to check my NEW $%$#%# bike out. Alas, let's start at the beginning though.

I wanted to get up early and out the door as early as possible given that it's an hour drive to the "start" and I wanted to take off at daylight. So, the night before i had laid everything out, packed up the gear and food and loaded it all in the car. So, Sunday, i got up, drank my coffee, put on my riding clothes, remembered to get the Camelbak out of the refrigerator, got in the car and took off........i was 1/2 mile away (fortunately no more than that) when i suddenly realized that it would be alot easier to ride if one had a bike!!!!!!! I had forgotten to load the bike on the car (since i wouldn't leave it on the car all night) So much for my good intentions. I turned around and got the bike and started over again. i should have known then what kind of day it was going to be....you see, i had not had a chance to ride my new bike yet and i knew instinctively that it was not wise to ride a long ride without having checked it out...but, you know me...God forbid i miss a weekend. So, at 7:17 I turned on my stopwatch and started riding around the parking lot. i can't remember the first things i notice wrong but i think it was the toe clips so i stopped to fix them before venturing out on the W&OD trail.

So, off I go.....cursing these treaded tires right away...and cursing the bozo that i believed when he said "shouldn't make any difference" - yeah right. i had learned that it does make a difference when i did Bike Virginia so I should have just told him to change the tires early on. But, no, not me, I believed him. Perhaps Ryan was very lucky that he didn't come on the ride cuz he would have to listen to my complaining for the ENTIRE ride. I started out with short goals like getting to "our" 7-11 first off (6.3 miles). I noted two positive things early on (and they were the only two positive things!!!!). One was that surprisingly i could now "stand up" on the bike - my other bike i could not. i don't know why that is. I also found that although it's the same size allegedly, the toe clips do not drag on the ground if you dont get your foot right into them and about that i was ecstatic.

My back started hurting early. so i stopped, stretched, crammed "MOMENTUM" down my throat and road on. i had forgotten to stretch before i started and was now paying for it. These things didn't do much good for long though. finally i decided to stop and see if i could raise my seat. That done and i could extend my legs a bit better. But i was not happy with the way the handlebars fit. it was too far to bend over and i think they need to be raised up. but i dont know how to do that. what a bummer.

at mile 14-15 the next fun thing of the day started. my chain/gear/whatever (you can tell i'm not very bicycle literate) started slipping. boy was that a bummer. this is a brand new blasted bike mind you. i was P.O.ed - it's early sunday a.m. and there's no one around...not that i would have the guts to stop and ask one of the jocks how to fix the darn thing anyway. I remembered that Ryan had said there was a bike store somewhere along the way...at mile 17 i found the sign, went up to the shop hoping against hope that it would be open but it wasn't - too early on a sunday morning. i was NOT going to let this keep me from reaching my goal for today but wasn't sure of its significance..every three of four turns of the wheel it would go "a-clunk, a-clunk" etc.

More miles down the trail...fortunately it was a beautiful day so that was one really nice thing....then i finally saw a sign for another bike shop but i wasn't far from 35 miles out so i figured it was still a bit early..i'll go out to the end and turn around and hit the bike shop on the way back.

I had only planned on doing 60 but thought i would push for 70 - it took 3 hours and 35 minutes (total time) to get to 35 miles. i took 11 minutes for "lunch" and headed back. by the time i reached 39 miles i was wiped. i had been drinking gatorade and the water from my camelbak but didnt want to keep drinking heedlesslly and then run out before i got back. Without Ryan i couldnt go in a 7-11 or other store and leave my bike unlocked. bummer, i knew he was good for something (actually he's good for a lot but dont tell him). Then i went up to the the bike shop and found that it was closed on Sunday during the winter..double bummer...although that is not exactly the word i used on sunday. i made it back to the trail and pushed on. at mile 40 -45 it started to get worse. i dislike passing people then 5 minutes later they pass me on a hill and that was happening all day from then on. and my back was really bothering me, plus the "ca-clunk, a-clunk" of the chain! What a great day this was. All i could do was shoot for the next mile and have 1 or 10 mile goals.."i know i can make it to mile 52. i know i can make it to mile 53" etc. ugh...talk about hitting a wall. now i know where they put the Berlin wall when they knocked it down. right there on the W&OD trail. i wasn't sure i was going to make it back. or at least when? Thank goodness i had put some Biofreeze in my bag because i stopped at Luck Stone Rock Quarry (didnt have my camera...that would have made a great photo) to use the porta-potty and then put that stuff on my back. That helped tremendously (along with more drugs....i used enough Aspirin that day to make my ears ring). but it was the tire tread and resistance that kept getting me down.

Anyway with only 20 miles to go, the sun came popping out all of a sudden! i rode on for while and then realized that i was sweltering. i finally stopped and took off my sweatshirt and stuffed it in my bag. that helped some. i was running out of water but still had enough gatorade but really wanted water. at least the camelbak was keeping it cold.

foot after foot, mile after mile, i finally made it back to the car...the last 10+ miles i cursed Ryan because i wanted to go to the Outback and devour a steak so badly but i'm not going to go there alone. i could taste the Bloomin Onion!!!!!!!!! Where is a good man like Ryan when you really need and want him.

So, after another 3 hours and 44 minutes total time i made it back and the ride was over.

total time was 7 hrs 31 minutes. Total Riding Time was 6 hours and 18 minutes. Total Distance was 70.3 miles

Sorry this was so boring..but the fun thing was that i saw alot of animals that were neat and that i cannot name since i'm a true city girl. i knew there was a rabbit and two bright red birds and a gopher or something like that..maybe a groundhog? not sure but neat..and of course i didnt have my camera.

Alas, Til week 7!
Love you all,
Terrie

Monday, March 18, 2002

Week 5 - 52 Miles of Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!

Week 5 - Brrrrrrr - 52 Miles 7 1/2 hours

Grab a cup of coffee and sit down to enjoy this fiasco! I had been in Florida all week (Navy business) and it was beautiful - I even got to run four times. I got back very very late Friday night (actually 3 a.m. Saturday morning) so we had not planned to ride on Saturday anyway - of course, that was the nice day. When Ryan and I talked Saturday, we both had heard that it was supposed to rain Sunday around noon. So, we decided we could make it out and back before the bad weather started. I left my house about 5:45 and got to his place about 6:30-6:45. I had already told him it was cold (worse yet it was extremely breezy/windy). We talked about aborting the ride but I said I felt it would have been a wasted day if i had come all the way up there for nothing but breakfast (after all I drive that distance every day of the week). So, idiot that I am, I convinced Ryan that it would be fine.

Out we went and the breeze came up again, chilling both of us before we even left the parking lot! That should have been our clue, but, alas, it wasn't. We got to the W&OD Trail, bundled up and off we went. Although still windy, I certainly had enough layers on that at the top of one hill I decided to strip (but to go along with the rest of the day, I took the wrong thing off - I should have left the windbreaker on and taken off the sweatshirt). But I just pedaled faster to get my body heat going and after a bit I was ok. Ryan decided we should do intervals so I took off and tried to maintain 17-20 mph except of course at the stop signs. My quads were really burning after that. There was some drizzling all along the way but not raining really hard - the cold, though, was another story - especially into the wind. We took a slight detour however because Ryan's toes were really frozen. I went in and looked for air-activated heating pads. Got some and went back out but of course they didnt work that well (they only cost 99 cents so what the heck should we expect (and I had just taken the good ones out of my pack last night). Then Ryan used "the facilities" and we were off again...it was very cold by then.

We made it out to 26 miles and turned around feeling pretty proud of ourselves (Believe it or not, I have spared you much of the detail) for surviving the cold and doing the long interval pushes. When we weren't doing the intervals we had nearly had the road all to ourselves so it was easy to ride side by side.

The one thing about doing intervals is that both the mileage and the time seems to pass quickly since you're concentrating on something else. That made the miles from 20 to 26 seem like nothing (too bad it didn't continue like that).

On the way back, though, the rain began - i had thought we had beat all the headwinds by running into them on the way out but somehow they turned around when we did because there were plenty of them on the way back. For awhile we were still doing quite well despite the rain. But after awhile the rain mixed with the cold and the wind really got to both of us. I was having significant problems with my hands. my fingers were so cold they hurt so badly. Much as i hate to admit it, I had to stop to try to warm them up they hurt so badly. Ryan became my hero once again by having me put my hands in his nice warm gloves for awhile - I began to think I would actually be able to finish again AND feel again. So, off we went for some more miles. After awhile I told Ryan I wanted to stop at some place if we could find one and go inside and get something hot to drink. He said "ok" but I felt as if I was wimping out on him. But we finally got to Vienna (I think) and went up the road a bit to a shopping center - lo and behold there was a coffee shop. So, in we went, dripping and all. Had some coffee and a piece of cake and sat there warming up. it felt wonderful despite the fact that our clothes were still soaked almost all the way through. I was just happy i could feel my fingers.

Refreshed and warmed we ventured off again. The warmth didn't last really very long though. Pretty soon, I had to stop again so that I could warm up my hands. I hated to stop but the pain was tooooo much. Ryan saved my fingers more time than I could ever expect. He truly became my hero on this ride! His poor toes were continually frozen but I could not do anything to help them. This was the hardest ride. we figured the wind chill was very very low (and from the weather report it probably was....I think the temp was between 35 and 40 all day long (if not lower) and the wind was abot 13 mph. I dont know the exact figures but that would make the wind chill very low.

I admitted to Ryan that I was a complete and total idiot! and now I admit to everyone the same thing. When we got back to the car, after cheering mightily, we threw the bikes into the back (the heck with the bike rack), changed our clothes right there in the park parking lot, turned on the heat full blast (of course, it didn't do that much good with all four doors wide open, climbed in and went to dinner. And Ryan harassed me the entire time - for once I deserved it completely and I KNOW I will not hear the end of it. Hopefully week 6 will be warmer or dryer at least.

Now I have to go clean out the car and remove the frozen gear that I just left there overnight......so............til we meet again......
Frozen Fingers Terrie!

Tuesday, March 12, 2002

Ryan (Week 4)

Week 4

Week 4 - Friday - 48 miles
Ryan and I took Friday off to do a long ride. The weather report was for great weather and indeed it was. We started out at what has become the dreaded Mt Vernon route - actually it's only the first 5 miles (and therefore the last 5 miles too) that are dreaded....you can tell we're not really into hills yet :-). We planned on doing 45 miles, hoping for 50. At the bottom of the first hill, Ryan developed a new "warm-up" procedure - I'm toodling along and here "stop" from behind...loud enough that there was no mistake. So, imagining blood and guts when I turned around, i found him searching his pockets, wondering where his wallet was. Since he had switched tops we figured (and hoped) that it was back in the car. So we got our first hard work-out of the day (after less than 10 minutes of riding by the way) by having to do THE HILL right away. But at least both of us made it up without stopping. Fortunately his walleet was in the car so we started off again. After we completed the first 5 miles we rode along together acting pretty cocky that this "seemed easier" this week. We were talking away and it was great because there was hardly any traffic. We ventured to new territory by getting to the W+OD Trail which was fairly flat and it was a beautiful day. We rode on to about mile 25 on our odometers...that meant we should be doing 50 miles round trip, right? That's what we thought. The reason we stopped where we did was that I had wanted to find a 7-11 to fill up my camelbak - today was the first day we used our camelbaks and they work great. i didnt even know it was there. But Ryan was even smarter....he knew the area and knew that right past the 7-11 was a Taco Bel..so much for Power Bars for lunch! We had real food!!!!!!! We both commented to one another though that it seemed as if much of our cockiness had disappeared. We chuckled at that. We turned around after lunch. Going back wasn't so bad until we got to "OUR HOUSE" - that's the first bad hill on the return trip. From then on we just shut up and had to push ourselves. I was ahead of Ryan on the THE HILL but decided not to push it and stopped half way up and waited for him and we both walked up the rest. unfortunately our total mileage was only 48 miles (we had not figured the additional mileage on our first 'detour' - oh well. 48 is still really good for us. We spent the rest of the day (not much of it left since we'd been out for about 7 hours - don't have the exact riding time handy right now) shopping and taking his bike to the bike shop to get the new seat installed so that his legs can have full extension. Then we went to dinner. We did have some experience with what our moods might be like on the real ride though. We had our first "riding fight" so to speak. But as with all the others it resolved quickly and with much love. I said "good night, see you tomorrow" and toodled on home to Fredericksburg to get some sleep before Saturday's ride.

Week 4 - Saturday - 32 Miles
Saturday was supposed to be an "easy" ride of at least 20 miles. Ryan was going to meet me at the 7-11 from the day before because he and Zarre were going to a church function. i was going to park at Shirlington and ride the 5-6 miles to meet them. i was pretty close to being on time. It was a muggy, overcast day with the threat of afternoon thundershowers. So, off we went, again on the W+OD trail. We were pretty happy about the first two downhills until we caught up with one another and realized that we had to ride back up them...that resulted in a big "UGH" from both of us. We went out about 8.5 miles until it started to rain..then turned around. the rain didn't last long on that section. but we were all anxious to get back to his car. i knew the big hill was coming so i took off ahead of Ryan and Zarre. and just kept moving. i made it up the hill without stopping but it was definitely a struggle. then i just kept going. all of a sudden as i realized my odometer said i was almost at the car i realized that i had gone well past Ryan's car. So, i had to turn around and go back to find him, hoping they hadn't left yet. As I got back to where they were parked Ryan was securing the bikes to the car. We talked for awhile (after i told him that i had just then eliminated another in the great list of options for a post-retirement job = cab driver). Finally I decided that it was time for me to head back to the car. About 1 minute after i departed, the rains started coming down heavily. And at a major intersection i had to detour in order to cross..next thing i knew there was Ryan and Zarre driving along beside me asking if i wanted a ride. i said no, i was already soaked. that was no fun at all. and then the drive back to Fredericksburg was the pits. but at least i did 32 miles.

Week 4 - Sunday - 10 miles
Sunday we had decided not to ride. i was tired of going all that way back and forth. But I knew i had to loosen my muscles so i went to the battlefield to do some miles. the head-winds were horrible in certain sections..i even used the granny gear...ugh...but i forced myself to do some hill sets but didn't push it. i did a total of 10.5 miles totalling 90 for the weekend. so, i was pretty happy about that but still discouraged because there's such a long way to go and for many other reasons..the subject of another post. Now, i wont be able to work out til next weekend because I'm off to do some Navy briefs in Florida...but no time for riding. So long til next week...Terrie

Sunday, March 03, 2002

Saturday 2 March 2002- Week 3 = 39 miles

What a lonely and boring ride today! Ryan and I had made tentative plans to go out really early because it was supposed to rain "mid-morning" (whatever that means to our trusty weather people). So we felt we could beat it by getting on the road at first light. And that would have been a great plan EXCEPT that it was colder than the dickens and by the time I made it up to Ryan's house (at 6:30 a.m) it was still only 32 to 34 degrees. Pllus, I wasn't sure it wasn't going to rain sooner than even predicted. So, I figured I would head out anyway since I was already up there; but Ryan had not had much sleep this past week so I told him it was too cold and he should stay in bed and get some much needed rest.

So, off I went. It was REALLY cold. I had 4 layers on and was still cold. I had to get my sunglasses out at 7 a.m. in order to keep my eyeballs from freezing. So, I decided to push it as much as I could today since I was out by myself. I have made progress so, although freezing, I was very happy. There was only one hill I had to use less than the big chain on the front and that was THE hill at the very end. I went over the bridge at the end of the Mount Vernon Trail into Georgetown, which, although, it put an extra two miles on the odometer, was a big waste of time (I went over the wrong bridge I guess). The whole trip of 39 miles only took me 4 hours and 9 minutes - so, that was a pretty good accomplishment.

The rest of the day was the best though. Ryan and I went all over DC looking for a new bike for me (to know avail however). We went to lunch (after he had made a nice toasty, flavorful cup of coffee to greet me when I made it back to his place and then out to many places in DC and Northern Virginia.

Next weekend we have big plans for both Sat and Sunday so hopefully we'll really up our mileage then. Off to the trails again today.
"HumanKIND! Be Both!"
Terrie

Saturday, February 23, 2002

Week 2 - Ryan & Terrie Beginning the Day's Ride



Week 2 = 38 miles
What a great day! Started week 2 with frost on the windows and not enough clothes to layer with, or so it seemed. It was 32 degrees when Ryan and I started out and I think the max temp that day was 46 or 48 degrees but we sure did warm up quickly. We took the Mount Vernon trail again and although our goal was to go 20 miles out and 20 miles back, the 19th mile was the pits so we only did 38 miles. Rode past National Airport, the Washington Monument and many DC bridges. When we first started out there were very few pedestrians (or even other bikers) but that soon changed. it's great when there are not many others on the road because then we can ride together and talk. Otherwise we have to ride single file and can't talk - and those of you that know us know that one thing we LOVE to do is talk!

As we ride and think of how short this ride is compared to the 330 miles we have to do in June our dedication to this cause gets renewed in more ways than one. We are both very commited to training and increasing our endurance to the max so that we can also enjoy the ride and all the people we're gong to meet. It's hard work and we have a long way to go but it's worth it to try to help combat this disease. Please help us by contributing! Til next time!!! Terrie

Thursday, February 21, 2002

The Kindness Poem (From Palotta Teamworks)

What can kindness do?
Can kindness stop an army?
Can kindness stem a flood of tears?
Can kindness stop a fever?
Can kindness bring happiness near?
What can kindness do?
Does the kind man stand a chance
Against the terrifying advance
Of cynicism, complacency and hate?
Is the kind man far too late?
What can kindness do?
Can a woman help a stranger
On a corner in his car?
Can she possibly rearrange her
Schedule? Can a woman stop a war?
What can kindness do?
Can an act of kindness find an encore?
Can it start a kindness chain
That yearns for more a more?
Can kindness stop the pain?
What can kindness do?
Can a child give up her play toy
To a child she doesn't know?
Can our children be our parents?
Can our children help us grow?
What can kindness do?
Can we flood into the streets
And make our actions say
The world is going to change
And it's going to start today.
What can kindness do?
Can humankind be expected
To say we're all connected?
Can it be our only hope?
Can it be our only hope?
Can humankind...be both?
What can kindness do?

Sunday, February 17, 2002

"The Morning After"
Ride #1 - 25 miles
I guess Ryan said it as eloguently as anyone could...but he did leave out the fun part. Yes, it's going to take alot of work but i keep trying to remember how much work it is for the people with HIV/AIDS (or their families) to keep going day after day...at least for Ryan and I we can back off after the ride...these people cannot. But, anyway, back to the fun stuff. As usual for the two of us, i got to his house at about 8:30 a.m. Needless to say, we started our ride around 11:30 or noon BECAUSE, of course, we had to talk about many things and "get ready". Plus, i had to show Ryan our website!!!!!
i can tell you that we will soon be saying "on your left" in our sleep...unless we find some place to ride where there are no people - NOT. and then our trek through Alexandria forced the aromas of wonderfully cooked food into our nostrils...when we still had 11 plus miles to go.
We only did 25 miles but there were hills there and what Ryan didnt tell you is that he needs to get rid of the big fat tires that his bike has or he's going to be working way too hard for a long time. But, he made me feel good anyway.
Now, i have to get on the stick and write my "donation request" letter. Onward and upward! Keep tuning in please.

Friday, February 15, 2002

Welcome to Ryan and Terrie's Washington DC AIDSRide 2002 website. Since we're spending most of our time on training and fundraising we decided to use Blogger because we didn't have enough time to learn HTML before the ride!

Thanks for stopping by..this site is where we're going to let everyone see what's happening with us as we prepare for the ride. You'll be able to see our reports on our training [and those of you who know both of us know that these stories will provide alot of humor, if nothing else :-) ], and fund-raising..and just about anything else you might want to know.

if you want to join a Ride or crew you can go to www.bethepeople.com and see all there is to see about Pallotta Teamworks, who puts on these events.

More later,
Terrie