the tao of cycling: truly fantastic

Saturday, April 17, 2010

truly fantastic

here are some of today's firsts:

first time up big cottonwood in april, mid-april, no less
first time riding my bike past a ski resort, watching the chair lift go up and the skiers and boarders come down, me in my sleeveless jersey and the skiers in their snow gear
first time jake got to climb up to brighton with me
first time I've ever seen (and heard) a green, plastic, yodeling pickle

that's enough, I think.

what a glorious, perfect, beautiful day.
this is not to say that my ride was a piece of cake. it was much harder than I wanted it to be, and there were many moments when my cheerleader-self had to jump in and save me from certain death, or at least deep despair.
but I conquered, the sun shone, the tailwinds pushed me beautifully, warm air caressed my bare arms . . . truly, I could not have asked for more.

what a fantastic day.

oh, the pickle, you ask? well, let me just say that my biking friends are such a gift to me: I love them. this was apparently a gift from one to another, and it came up the canyon with us in someone's back pocket. (no names: I feel I should protect their privacy. not sure why.)
just think about that for a minute. the pickle in the pocket, not the no-names policy.
to see (and hear) this fabulous item, follow this pickle link. be sure to click Try the VIRTUAL yodeling pickle . . .

if your day hasn't already been fantastic, I'm pretty sure the pickle will make it so.
yodel-ay-ee-oooo!

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the Male Ego

The other day I was coming down a canyon in my drop bars (two years ago I would have said, 'what's a drop bar?'), working hard, when I came up on two guys who were also heading downhill but at a more leisurely pace. I passed them, said hello as I did so, and pulled back into the bike lane. a few minutes later they went flying past me, faces looking dead ahead, not a single bit of acknowledgment that I even existed on this planet let alone was involved in and enjoying the same sport they were.
I have to attribute this to the male ego. what else can it be? now I know we all have egos, myself included. and mine even shows its ridiculous little head once in a while, or perhaps more often. but the difference between mine and say, those of certain men on bicycles, is that I KNOW mine exists and I can LAUGH at mine. I know my ego was quite excited to pass those guys, and I could also smile because I knew if the men had really been working like I was, they would have kicked my butt down the hill.
I think I pissed them off.
and I'm sure I will be sharing with you much more of my thoughts about the male ego . . .

a little history

I was married, and I had a mountain bike which I rarely rode. we separated, I moved out, and four months later someone stole my bike. the next spring, 2005, I bought myself a new mountain bike. I rode occasionally, and in april 2006 I rode in my first century, the Cactus Hugger in St. George, Utah. I made it 54 miles on that mountain bike, and it took me about 6 hours. I think that included the rest stops where I prayed that someone would steal my bike again . . .
in june 2006 I started riding my mountain bike five mornings a week, a 45-55 minute loop that was intended to be all about exercise. and what I found was that I loved the quiet, peaceful morning full of bird chatter and barely breaking sunrises. by that fall I was hooked, and began considering the purchase of a road bike. I rode up emigration canyon for the first time that Labor Day of 2006, panting and plowing along on my trusty (heavy) bike, and a month later I was the proud owner of my own road bike: I had become a two-bike girl!
a 17-week-long "power camp" over the winter and a handful of new friends kept bicycling front and center in my life, and when spring of 2007 rolled around I was ready to hit the pavement. I rode my first century the end of april, when I again went to St. George and completed that Cactus Hugger. it took me about 7 hours, but this time I rode the entire 100 miles with about 9300 feet of vertical gain. woo hoo!
I started riding canyons around our area, emigration and millcreek, city creek, big cottonwood, little mountain and big mountain, and once--yes, only once--little cottonwood.
then in september of 2007, I rode from Logan, Utah, to Jackson, Wyoming, in the slightly infamous LOTOJA race. I rode, I did not race. and I completed the thing, crediting my good training buddies, the incredibly perfect weather, my support team, and an amazing convergence of all things positive in the universe.
I put in about 3500 miles last season, and as of today, july 19, 2008, I have about 1700 in, adding to it every day.
I have again signed on to ride the LOTOJA race, and my goal is to have just somewhere near as great a ride as I did last year. oh, and to have someone fun to talk with along the way as I got incredibly bored last year . . . star valley is still a nightmare scene in my biking memories . . .
and here is a picture of the machine that has helped me reclaim my life.