We're moving on, people. I don't want to talk about that shit anymore. Let's get on with training, racing, the good things in life, ok?
Claire, my girl crush who is doing Calivin's Challenge with me, was sweet enough to send me a training schedule for a double century (although I don't think I will ride 200 miles in my 12 hour). I am pretty much right where I need to be according to this schedule. The mileage builds up hard in March with 300+ miles a week. Check it out.
Let's talk about road racing for a minute. To be honest, it scares this shit out of me. My friend Suzanne sent me some do's and don'ts of road racing, and she had me peeing in my pants. I am scared! A few of her tips (thanks girl!!) I answered in blue:
* ...know that tempers & adrenaline are usually high in a race and everyone just wants to stay upright. A lot of times, girls might yell something to a newbie racer to be constructive & helpful. I might yell back. Can we cuss?
* Don't show up to a race in a sleeveless jersey. This is just funny. People do that?
* If you should get lapped - you CAN join the group, but you may not do ANY work on the front ... if you latch on to the lapping group, just let them know you are lapped and hang on. I'll get lapped for sure. What happens if you get double lapped?
* As you race, you'll figure out the strengths & weaknesses of girls & that will help you in figuring out how & who you want to work with ...
* When the attack goes - try to go with it ... it's gonna hurt, but you have to hang on & know that there is no way that pace can be maintained. IT WILL SLOW DOWN. Can I do this?
* I know you're doing your own thing training wise - your roller work is awesome. You need to be sure you are getting some long base mile rides in. TITS. Time in the Saddle. Yessss and it appears to me I need more.
* It's a really long season - longer than CX ... don't train so hard that you blow your wad in the spring ... there's plenty of racing to be had all summer. This is good advice for triathlon too.
* Mostly - here's what I do know: You're gonna be just fine. :-) Just be kind to me when you kick my ass. That is so not going to happen girl. I hope to just hang on. And not be the tool can.
I've been riding 5 days a week and running 2 days a week. The running will stop after 2/20 when I do the Frosty 14 trail race. Then it's ride ride ride 6 days a week. AM and PM workouts on some days. This past week I rode a little over 7 hours. I ran 14 miles total. Lifted once.
I feel so fucking unsure of myself and this cycling thing. I guess we'll just have to wait and see. I remember how scared I was to race 'Cross. I ended up loving it. Right?
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Quitting
We had 30 minutes. The girl was so pretty. Fresh track marks. Band aids on her hands. The whites of her eyes slightly yellow. Tattooed forearms.
Goddamn that was me 13 years ago.
She thinks she's looking at 60 days. They aren't keeping them. There's no space. The courts don't send them to treatment anymore. I was a lucky mother fucker to have been able to participate in a drug court program when I was on the other side of that glass.
We talked. It was a good visit. She has my address and cell if she ever wants to talk. Whatever happens, happens. The kid has to figure out what she wants to do.
I've had a couple of anonymous comments asking me how I quit, and why. That's a tricky question. I've quit a few times, actually. The last time was 10 years ago.
The 1st time, 13 years ago, the courts made me quit. I was in bad shape and the arrest was a blessing (we got pulled over and I had lots of drugs).
I spent 2 weeks detoxing off pills. I went from detox to treatment where I stayed for 4 months, slowly detoxing off methadone. I was then released to a halfway house where I lived for 6 months, giving random piss tests to the court. After a year I was released from probation.
And strung out again within 3 months.
I stayed fucked up for 2 more years here in Cincinnati. After a while, I guess I just got sick of it. I got sick of not having things. Material things. My best friend from the 7th grade was buying a house. I was picking furniture out of the garbage while she was ordering up Ikea.
So on October 8th, 1999, I locked myself in my apartment and went through the withdrawal. I decided to start living my life again when I was 30.
Goddamn that was me 13 years ago.
She thinks she's looking at 60 days. They aren't keeping them. There's no space. The courts don't send them to treatment anymore. I was a lucky mother fucker to have been able to participate in a drug court program when I was on the other side of that glass.
We talked. It was a good visit. She has my address and cell if she ever wants to talk. Whatever happens, happens. The kid has to figure out what she wants to do.
I've had a couple of anonymous comments asking me how I quit, and why. That's a tricky question. I've quit a few times, actually. The last time was 10 years ago.
The 1st time, 13 years ago, the courts made me quit. I was in bad shape and the arrest was a blessing (we got pulled over and I had lots of drugs).
I spent 2 weeks detoxing off pills. I went from detox to treatment where I stayed for 4 months, slowly detoxing off methadone. I was then released to a halfway house where I lived for 6 months, giving random piss tests to the court. After a year I was released from probation.
And strung out again within 3 months.
I stayed fucked up for 2 more years here in Cincinnati. After a while, I guess I just got sick of it. I got sick of not having things. Material things. My best friend from the 7th grade was buying a house. I was picking furniture out of the garbage while she was ordering up Ikea.
So on October 8th, 1999, I locked myself in my apartment and went through the withdrawal. I decided to start living my life again when I was 30.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
I saw the sun today
Ran 10 miles. Saw some deer.
I love trails. I love climbing these steps. The infamous Stone Steps. I did them twice.
The sun was shining and it was beautiful outside and I ran for well over two hours.
The trails were frozen but thawing and muddy by the time I was done.
I am going to see the girl tomorrow.
I love trails. I love climbing these steps. The infamous Stone Steps. I did them twice.
The sun was shining and it was beautiful outside and I ran for well over two hours.
The trails were frozen but thawing and muddy by the time I was done.
I am going to see the girl tomorrow.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Connections
Have you ever met someone and had a connection? Like, you knew it was something different? And the conversation just flowed and you felt really good afterwards, and it's just like, this cool connection. I have no other way to describe it.
I met this really cool lady through an artist friend of mine last week. I felt good after meeting her. I walked away thinking I really like that lady.
I saw her again last night and it was just us. We talked. The conversation flowed. She's trying to start a 501c(3) and she's writing grants and just having a rough time of it. She started telling me about the program she wants to start.
She told me there is a 70% return rate for convicts. Convicted felons can't get jobs. They go back to the street because that's all they know and they end up locked up again. She thinks if they learned a trade, they can get jobs and become regular members of our society. So this is a program she's trying to start here in Cincinnati.
All of the sudden I blurted out "I'm a convicted felon and found my way back".
She's like "REALLY?? tell me"....
And it began. The words were just flowing.
I told her I was an x junkie, was homeless in SF, had Hep C, etc. She sat with her jaw dropped open, listening.
It ends up, her daughter is a heroin addict, in jail on a B&E charge, and also has Hep C. We talked about remedies and biopsies. Fibrosis compared to cirrhosis. Whether or not to pulse the Milk Thistle, 2 weeks on, 2 weeks off.
Her eyes were bright and happy when we talked and she seemed so hopeful.
The next thing I know, she's asking me to tell my story. To go see her daughter in jail. Tell her life can go on. That she's not on her way out and that she CAN live with Hep C and be ok.
I was thinking Me? What the fuck do I have to say? I don't even have a good attitude about my own life, let alone some junkie sitting in a jail cell that's holding onto ZERO.
This woman brought me out of myself and all my usual bullshit problems to think about someone else. And you know what? I probably will go see her daughter. If she really wants me to.
But you know, only about 10-16% of heroin addicts make it out.......will she?
I met this really cool lady through an artist friend of mine last week. I felt good after meeting her. I walked away thinking I really like that lady.
I saw her again last night and it was just us. We talked. The conversation flowed. She's trying to start a 501c(3) and she's writing grants and just having a rough time of it. She started telling me about the program she wants to start.
She told me there is a 70% return rate for convicts. Convicted felons can't get jobs. They go back to the street because that's all they know and they end up locked up again. She thinks if they learned a trade, they can get jobs and become regular members of our society. So this is a program she's trying to start here in Cincinnati.
All of the sudden I blurted out "I'm a convicted felon and found my way back".
She's like "REALLY?? tell me"....
And it began. The words were just flowing.
I told her I was an x junkie, was homeless in SF, had Hep C, etc. She sat with her jaw dropped open, listening.
It ends up, her daughter is a heroin addict, in jail on a B&E charge, and also has Hep C. We talked about remedies and biopsies. Fibrosis compared to cirrhosis. Whether or not to pulse the Milk Thistle, 2 weeks on, 2 weeks off.
Her eyes were bright and happy when we talked and she seemed so hopeful.
The next thing I know, she's asking me to tell my story. To go see her daughter in jail. Tell her life can go on. That she's not on her way out and that she CAN live with Hep C and be ok.
I was thinking Me? What the fuck do I have to say? I don't even have a good attitude about my own life, let alone some junkie sitting in a jail cell that's holding onto ZERO.
This woman brought me out of myself and all my usual bullshit problems to think about someone else. And you know what? I probably will go see her daughter. If she really wants me to.
But you know, only about 10-16% of heroin addicts make it out.......will she?
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Ten
*Tagged by Missy.
Ten simple things that make me happy. A positive post for a change! Here they are, not in any particular order......
1. Dominic's family. They have taught me a lot about love, acceptance, and patience.
2. My D-motion rollers. I love them!
3. My life partner, Dominic. He is so patient, understanding, accepting, and loves me for me. I am so lucky that he can deal with me. He will stick by my side no matter what.
4. My Mom. She's turned into this little old lady now and the thought of losing her is scary! I love her so much even though she can be frustrating at times!
5. My bikes.
6. My own family.
7. Finding a lost dog and placing him in a new home with fellow CX racers (see next picture).
8. Racing CX with friends.
9. My beloved babies, Lucy, Ari and Fausto.
10. My team.
Tag, now you all are it.
Ten simple things that make me happy. A positive post for a change! Here they are, not in any particular order......
1. Dominic's family. They have taught me a lot about love, acceptance, and patience.
2. My D-motion rollers. I love them!
3. My life partner, Dominic. He is so patient, understanding, accepting, and loves me for me. I am so lucky that he can deal with me. He will stick by my side no matter what.
4. My Mom. She's turned into this little old lady now and the thought of losing her is scary! I love her so much even though she can be frustrating at times!
5. My bikes.
6. My own family.
7. Finding a lost dog and placing him in a new home with fellow CX racers (see next picture).
8. Racing CX with friends.
9. My beloved babies, Lucy, Ari and Fausto.
10. My team.
Tag, now you all are it.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
2010 racing
I ran yesterday. 8 miles. I kept thinking thank GOD I'm not running a spring marathon. It's not in the cards this year plus I'm sick of doing long runs every weekend in the winter. I thought about my 2010 race schedule a lot during yesterday's run.
Sandi has stopped urging me to sign up for IMKY. Instead, I talked her into doing the 100m TT at Calvin's Challenge on May 1st. I am signed up too. Only I am doing the 12 hour bike race. My girl Claire is coming down from MA to ride the 12 hour too. She will, no doubt, break some records, because that girl can ride. I just want to raise money for NCDR again.
For the last 3 years I have raised money for Northcoast Doberman Rescue by running a marathon. This year, I am going to ride my road bike for 12 hours instead. Not my smartest idea, by far. But since I'm not doing an Ironman, and I'm not running a marathon, this is what I'm doing to raise money. Stay tuned for more on that.
So, as far as races go, here is where I am. Besides the 12 hour in May, I plan to do a couple road races in March, a 40k TT in April, and possibly another road race, a 3 day stage race in June, Tour of the Red River Gorge, a half iron in July, Muncie Endurathon, and then......
CYCLOCROSS!! I plan to do most of the OVCX series this year, if not all.
So that's it for 2010 races. I'm tired of thinking about it! Let's move the hell on!
The boys got crazy in the rain at the dog park today. Dominic took them. When they came back, he had to get in the shower to wash Ari and Fausto. The dogs were a muddy! filthy! mess! The bathroom was destroyed when they got out.
The look on Ari's face is priceless. He knows what's coming.....
Sandi has stopped urging me to sign up for IMKY. Instead, I talked her into doing the 100m TT at Calvin's Challenge on May 1st. I am signed up too. Only I am doing the 12 hour bike race. My girl Claire is coming down from MA to ride the 12 hour too. She will, no doubt, break some records, because that girl can ride. I just want to raise money for NCDR again.
For the last 3 years I have raised money for Northcoast Doberman Rescue by running a marathon. This year, I am going to ride my road bike for 12 hours instead. Not my smartest idea, by far. But since I'm not doing an Ironman, and I'm not running a marathon, this is what I'm doing to raise money. Stay tuned for more on that.
So, as far as races go, here is where I am. Besides the 12 hour in May, I plan to do a couple road races in March, a 40k TT in April, and possibly another road race, a 3 day stage race in June, Tour of the Red River Gorge, a half iron in July, Muncie Endurathon, and then......
CYCLOCROSS!! I plan to do most of the OVCX series this year, if not all.
So that's it for 2010 races. I'm tired of thinking about it! Let's move the hell on!
The boys got crazy in the rain at the dog park today. Dominic took them. When they came back, he had to get in the shower to wash Ari and Fausto. The dogs were a muddy! filthy! mess! The bathroom was destroyed when they got out.
The look on Ari's face is priceless. He knows what's coming.....
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Driving in the car thoughts.......
the girls on that spinerval DVD were kind of hot. i feel like driving my car off a cliff. i don't give a fuck about your training stats. the mud sucks ass. what about those people in haiti? how much is too much? i need a vacation in the psych ward on meds that will sedate me. i miss swimming. you're pissing me off. can i get a new identity? move to the west coast? damn i need new brakes. we're gonna be a one car family soon. why doesn't dominic ever pick up his phone? why am i crying? isn't life good? i wish i had more food with me.
Monday, January 18, 2010
Riding outside in January.......
sucks. I am freezing my ass off. My hands are bright red.
The ride today was kind of brutal. I kept expecting the fog to burn off and have the sun and 40 degree temps they promised. Never fucking happened. It never got above 30. The fog never burned off and I had a 3 hour ride planned.
After riding my CX bike outside for the last 2 months, my carbon felt foreign. It took about 5 miles just to get the feel back, and remember the skinny tires. The bike seemed strange, and it was hard pushing the big gears into the cold wind. It didn't help that I was riding next to the river where there is almost always a headwind in both directions. It also didn't help when both my MP3 player died and my computer mileage thingie stopped working. I think I rode about 42 miles.
Yesterday was a rain ride, 30's. I rode 30 miles on my CX bike, which I love the hell out of. That bike is my favorite bike to ride. Just sayin'. Anyways, my hands and feet were numb when I got home and my ankles were bright red from being exposed the tiniest bit.
I still feel that familiar pain in my back when I ride, right side only. It hurts to ride both bikes. This is going to continue to be a problem I am sure. All I can do is suck it up for now.
Dominic donated his Monday lunch shift tips to Haiti today. He wrote on their lunch checks that "all tips were going to Haiti" and one woman gave him 50 bucks. He raised 134 bucks to send.
One other update - my MTB frame and fork are both primed and ready for paint. SO exciting!
The ride today was kind of brutal. I kept expecting the fog to burn off and have the sun and 40 degree temps they promised. Never fucking happened. It never got above 30. The fog never burned off and I had a 3 hour ride planned.
After riding my CX bike outside for the last 2 months, my carbon felt foreign. It took about 5 miles just to get the feel back, and remember the skinny tires. The bike seemed strange, and it was hard pushing the big gears into the cold wind. It didn't help that I was riding next to the river where there is almost always a headwind in both directions. It also didn't help when both my MP3 player died and my computer mileage thingie stopped working. I think I rode about 42 miles.
Yesterday was a rain ride, 30's. I rode 30 miles on my CX bike, which I love the hell out of. That bike is my favorite bike to ride. Just sayin'. Anyways, my hands and feet were numb when I got home and my ankles were bright red from being exposed the tiniest bit.
I still feel that familiar pain in my back when I ride, right side only. It hurts to ride both bikes. This is going to continue to be a problem I am sure. All I can do is suck it up for now.
Dominic donated his Monday lunch shift tips to Haiti today. He wrote on their lunch checks that "all tips were going to Haiti" and one woman gave him 50 bucks. He raised 134 bucks to send.
One other update - my MTB frame and fork are both primed and ready for paint. SO exciting!
Sunday, January 17, 2010
I lost last night.
Check it out. Two single speed bikes set up on a platform (not fixed). Computers hooked up to both bikes. You get on, strap in your feet, and the laptop in front of you shows 4,3,2,1 and on 0 you start to spin your legs as fast as you can. For me, I was done in around 13 seconds. The fast guys finished in 11. Not sure what the distance was.
Goldsprints is held upstairs at a bar called Grammer's. There was a roomful of hipsters and some drunk girls looking to get fucked. Two DJ's rocking the room with old school rap. I am so glad they can't smoke in bars here anymore.
Sandi showed up to watch me get my ass beat. I raced 3 rounds total. I lost to two different dudes. This is the 2nd round. The lighting sucks. He clearly got a headstart though I doubt I could have beat him anyway.
I saw 3 girls participating total. One dropped out after the 1st round. She was too drunk and was puking in the bathroom. The other girl was this chick I raced CX with. She beat me one time, I think. She also raced 15 races and I only raced 5. So for the 3rd round they match us up. The laptop counts down...4,3,2,1 and then she started before me (so Kelon says) and she beat me by like 3/10's of a fucking second.
I was and still am so pissed! I know this is all part of the game, but if I can't win something like this, what the fuck am I doing trying to road race? Seriously? I am going to get blown the fuck away this year so I guess I better get prepared to get my ass kicked. I don't even have carbon race wheels. What a l-o-s-e-r I am.
Serious pity party going on today so I am going to go ride in the rain. You can go to Drunk Cyclist if you want and see more pictures there too.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Goldsprints
I had a post going about 2010 races, and it was all linked up and shit. Then the virus updates were done and my computer was turning off to reboot. Blogger didn't save shit.
Honestly, I am not in the mood to say much of anything. I just sit and stare at this blank page and have nothing to write about.
I agreed to go with Kelon to Cincinnati Goldsprints tonight. It's a race on rollers. On a fixed gear. It's at a bar and my stomach has been nauseous ever since I said I'd do it. I hate crowds, especially the fixie crowds.
You know how it is, you just aren't cool anymore when you're almost 40. My little teammate Annie who is 19, I think, she loves Goldsprints. She texted me to "represent Kenda" since she was on a flight back to Philly where she goes to school. Kelon is picking me up at 9pm.
Ugh, what the fuck have I gotten myself into?
Honestly, I am not in the mood to say much of anything. I just sit and stare at this blank page and have nothing to write about.
I agreed to go with Kelon to Cincinnati Goldsprints tonight. It's a race on rollers. On a fixed gear. It's at a bar and my stomach has been nauseous ever since I said I'd do it. I hate crowds, especially the fixie crowds.
You know how it is, you just aren't cool anymore when you're almost 40. My little teammate Annie who is 19, I think, she loves Goldsprints. She texted me to "represent Kenda" since she was on a flight back to Philly where she goes to school. Kelon is picking me up at 9pm.
Ugh, what the fuck have I gotten myself into?
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Praisejesusigotoutsideforaride.
I am a slave to the weather forecast. Yesterday was supposed to get over 30 degrees, with sun, so I rearranged my entire schedule so I could get outside and ride.
Here's how the drama unfolded.....
It was 18 degrees when I walked the dogs in the woods in the morning. Got home, waited around till the temps hit 21, then started getting dressed. It took nearly an hour. I was running around trying to find certain articles of clothing, you know what I mean?
Under armour top, thermal, wool sweater, under armour tights, running tights, bibs, balaclava, helmet, glove liners, gloves, 2 pairs of wool socks, MTB shoes, and I was ready to go.
Headphones were in, music was blaring, and I was walking out the door when I looked down at my CX bike and the pedals were not on. Oh shit. I had them on my fixie. So Dominic goes downstairs to take them off and wham! The 6mm broke.
He starts throwing shit (we were both in pissy moods). I stay calm. He has 3 sets of wrenches. We couldn't find another 6mm. Sweat is dripping down my back.
Fuck fuck fuck.
I tell myself to stay calm. The clock is ticking. I had to be home by 2pm to go to my acupuncture appt. It's now 11:30.
I call the LBS. I tell Wanda I am on my way up there for a 6mm. I grab my wallet and keys and run out to the car. I drive in my MTB shoes. And helmet. Yes, I drove to my LBS in a fucking helmet. Rush in, grab a new multi tool for myself and a 6mm for Dominic and run out the door (also with our new toy, a cussing turtle that is hilarious, THANKS RON!).
I get home, throw the 6mm at Dominic, he swaps out my pedals, and I am out the door by noon.
Here's how the drama unfolded.....
It was 18 degrees when I walked the dogs in the woods in the morning. Got home, waited around till the temps hit 21, then started getting dressed. It took nearly an hour. I was running around trying to find certain articles of clothing, you know what I mean?
Under armour top, thermal, wool sweater, under armour tights, running tights, bibs, balaclava, helmet, glove liners, gloves, 2 pairs of wool socks, MTB shoes, and I was ready to go.
Headphones were in, music was blaring, and I was walking out the door when I looked down at my CX bike and the pedals were not on. Oh shit. I had them on my fixie. So Dominic goes downstairs to take them off and wham! The 6mm broke.
He starts throwing shit (we were both in pissy moods). I stay calm. He has 3 sets of wrenches. We couldn't find another 6mm. Sweat is dripping down my back.
Fuck fuck fuck.
I tell myself to stay calm. The clock is ticking. I had to be home by 2pm to go to my acupuncture appt. It's now 11:30.
I call the LBS. I tell Wanda I am on my way up there for a 6mm. I grab my wallet and keys and run out to the car. I drive in my MTB shoes. And helmet. Yes, I drove to my LBS in a fucking helmet. Rush in, grab a new multi tool for myself and a 6mm for Dominic and run out the door (also with our new toy, a cussing turtle that is hilarious, THANKS RON!).
I get home, throw the 6mm at Dominic, he swaps out my pedals, and I am out the door by noon.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Monday, January 11, 2010
SNOW FUN
My first post is up on Drunk Cyclist.
OOPS. Now it's two days later..........and my 2nd post is up too.
I'm not one to crosspost so, if you don't read it on DC, you won't read it at all. It'd be awesome to have more females reading Drunkcyclist anyways.
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Jeni and me (she's a cool CX/MTB girl)
I have been too fucking busy to try and post!! Seriously, I need some down time. The last 48 hours it's been go go go.
Sunday, after 2 hours on the rollers, we went sledding at Harbin Park with a bunch of people. It was so much fun. I haven't been sledding in years.
4 girls on a sled - Trisha, me, Heather and Sandi
Last night, I went to Perfect North Slopes where Ryan teaches. He hooked me and Sandi up with skis, lessons and some fucking GREAT fun.
The 1st half hour was spent on my ass because Ryan was busy giving a lesson. Sandi was trying to help me but it was a lost cause. Then Sandi gets this smart idea to go up on the lift and try the intermediate hill. We saw Ryan and screamed down at him. He looked up and said "Oh no, this can't be good".
And then I fell on my ass trying to get off the lift.
The next two and a half hours Ryan taught us how to ski. By the end of the night they had me actually skiing downhill and it was fucking awesome. I still looked like an idiot, and my form sucked, but it was so so so fun. I'll have video of that whenever Ryan gets time to put it out on You Tube.
OOPS. Now it's two days later..........and my 2nd post is up too.
I'm not one to crosspost so, if you don't read it on DC, you won't read it at all. It'd be awesome to have more females reading Drunkcyclist anyways.
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Jeni and me (she's a cool CX/MTB girl)
I have been too fucking busy to try and post!! Seriously, I need some down time. The last 48 hours it's been go go go.
Sunday, after 2 hours on the rollers, we went sledding at Harbin Park with a bunch of people. It was so much fun. I haven't been sledding in years.
4 girls on a sled - Trisha, me, Heather and Sandi
Last night, I went to Perfect North Slopes where Ryan teaches. He hooked me and Sandi up with skis, lessons and some fucking GREAT fun.
The 1st half hour was spent on my ass because Ryan was busy giving a lesson. Sandi was trying to help me but it was a lost cause. Then Sandi gets this smart idea to go up on the lift and try the intermediate hill. We saw Ryan and screamed down at him. He looked up and said "Oh no, this can't be good".
And then I fell on my ass trying to get off the lift.
The next two and a half hours Ryan taught us how to ski. By the end of the night they had me actually skiing downhill and it was fucking awesome. I still looked like an idiot, and my form sucked, but it was so so so fun. I'll have video of that whenever Ryan gets time to put it out on You Tube.
Saturday, January 9, 2010
6 days
That's how many days I was on the bike this week. Guess how many of those rides were outside?
None.
Mon - lame spin class + 2700y swim
Tues - 90 minutes on the trainer (including 2x20min TT)
Wed - off the bike (ballet class + 5 mile run + weights)
Thur - an hour on rollers + weights
Fri - 2 hours on the trainer (Have Mercy Spinerval)
Sat - hour on the trainer, 1 legged drills, 5 min each leg (3x)
I have lost 5 lbs since riding 5+ days a week. This makes me happy. Especially when it's the DR's office scale. You know that one is always right.
I love riding. I love riding more when I can go outside, but the rollers have been a GODSEND. I should be able to take my CX bike out this week and I am excited.
I am loving this focus. I can't wait to race again.
Until then, SLEDDING TOMORROW! Harbin Park 2:30.
None.
Mon - lame spin class + 2700y swim
Tues - 90 minutes on the trainer (including 2x20min TT)
Wed - off the bike (ballet class + 5 mile run + weights)
Thur - an hour on rollers + weights
Fri - 2 hours on the trainer (Have Mercy Spinerval)
Sat - hour on the trainer, 1 legged drills, 5 min each leg (3x)
I have lost 5 lbs since riding 5+ days a week. This makes me happy. Especially when it's the DR's office scale. You know that one is always right.
I love riding. I love riding more when I can go outside, but the rollers have been a GODSEND. I should be able to take my CX bike out this week and I am excited.
I am loving this focus. I can't wait to race again.
Until then, SLEDDING TOMORROW! Harbin Park 2:30.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
News
* I am going to be the first female contributor for Drunkcyclist.com. If you haven't checked that site out, go there now. Keep in mind it's NSFW (thanks A). That would mean not safe for work. I am fucking psyched.
* I took a ballet class for the first time in well over 20 years yesterday. Kristi dances for de*la dance company and I've been up her ass to take a class ever since I saw her in the Nutcracker last month. I cut up a T6 t-shirt Flashdance style, wore a pair of leggings with Verge Sport socks, and showed up, ready to "dance". It was so fun. I was back in high school for those 90 minutes. Today I had to pull on my compression tights my legs hurt so fucking bad.
Kristi in her cute ballet clothes
* I have 7 days to decide whether or not to do Calvins Challenge, a 12 hour road race. I will be doing this race to raise money for my Doberman Rescue, instead of a marathon, this year. I am about 95% sure I am going to do it.
* I am still working on the rest of my races for 2010.
* My MTB (circa 1986) is now stripped of paint and Dominic starts painting it as soon as we can get to the paint store. He got an air brush for Christmas. It's gonna be bad ass.
* My Mom is back on heavy pain meds again. Something about a nerve in her leg from the fucking back surgery. I am going to get her in the pool next week to start swimming. I just hate hanging out with her when she is on heavy narcotics, you know what I'm sayin'?
That's about it.
Thanks for reading and have a great weekend.
XXOO for all the comments!!
* I took a ballet class for the first time in well over 20 years yesterday. Kristi dances for de*la dance company and I've been up her ass to take a class ever since I saw her in the Nutcracker last month. I cut up a T6 t-shirt Flashdance style, wore a pair of leggings with Verge Sport socks, and showed up, ready to "dance". It was so fun. I was back in high school for those 90 minutes. Today I had to pull on my compression tights my legs hurt so fucking bad.
Kristi in her cute ballet clothes
* I have 7 days to decide whether or not to do Calvins Challenge, a 12 hour road race. I will be doing this race to raise money for my Doberman Rescue, instead of a marathon, this year. I am about 95% sure I am going to do it.
* I am still working on the rest of my races for 2010.
* My MTB (circa 1986) is now stripped of paint and Dominic starts painting it as soon as we can get to the paint store. He got an air brush for Christmas. It's gonna be bad ass.
* My Mom is back on heavy pain meds again. Something about a nerve in her leg from the fucking back surgery. I am going to get her in the pool next week to start swimming. I just hate hanging out with her when she is on heavy narcotics, you know what I'm sayin'?
That's about it.
Thanks for reading and have a great weekend.
XXOO for all the comments!!
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Sharing
Sometimes, after I've shared some of my past here.....I think about it. A lot. I question it.
Am I sharing too much? What all do I tell? Do I keep this blog about training and racing only? Is it too late to go back now? How much have I revealed? Who ARE these people who read this blog? Do they think I am nuts? Do I care?
I have this fucked up, gritty, grimy past that is just SCREAMING to get out. I have held it in and held it in. Yet it scares the shit out of me to let it out.
You all say "yea, everyone has a past", but my past eats away at my soul. It tears me down.
In a 12 step program, you write an inventory. I don't participate in those programs, I just kinna wing it. I want to write mine, but it's going to be a book. If I ever have the balls to have it published, is a totally and completely different story.
And really, who the fuck cares about another story of a junky who got clean and survived. Who read Million Little Pieces?
I like to use this blog as a release, but then again, it's open for anyone to read and I don't know who the fuck is reading this. I just found out a local CX/MTN bike chick I kinna made friends with, is now reading my blog. That freaks me out. I have to line up with these girls this year.
Dominic is my best friend. He knows all of the bad. All of it. He chose to love me despite all of it.
I have two other close friends - Amanda and Sandi. That's it. And they don't even know half of where I've been. They don't care. Both of them like me despite my past.
Most others just.....you know, keep a distance.
And that's cool.
Am I sharing too much? What all do I tell? Do I keep this blog about training and racing only? Is it too late to go back now? How much have I revealed? Who ARE these people who read this blog? Do they think I am nuts? Do I care?
I have this fucked up, gritty, grimy past that is just SCREAMING to get out. I have held it in and held it in. Yet it scares the shit out of me to let it out.
You all say "yea, everyone has a past", but my past eats away at my soul. It tears me down.
In a 12 step program, you write an inventory. I don't participate in those programs, I just kinna wing it. I want to write mine, but it's going to be a book. If I ever have the balls to have it published, is a totally and completely different story.
And really, who the fuck cares about another story of a junky who got clean and survived. Who read Million Little Pieces?
I like to use this blog as a release, but then again, it's open for anyone to read and I don't know who the fuck is reading this. I just found out a local CX/MTN bike chick I kinna made friends with, is now reading my blog. That freaks me out. I have to line up with these girls this year.
Dominic is my best friend. He knows all of the bad. All of it. He chose to love me despite all of it.
I have two other close friends - Amanda and Sandi. That's it. And they don't even know half of where I've been. They don't care. Both of them like me despite my past.
Most others just.....you know, keep a distance.
And that's cool.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Rolling, rolling, rolling
Last year I made a promise to learn how to ride rollers.
Here I am, a year later, and I am so glad I learned! Of course motion rollers are way easier to ride.
Today I rode for 2 full hours to music on my MP3. Weezer, Motorhead, NWA, Jay Z was playing today. That can get a little boring.
I was about an hour into my ride and had to hop off for more water. So I grabbed the camera for some fun.
There is usually a dog on this ottoman when I ride.
How dorky am I to take this?
Can you see the fish tank?
I get a chain bite everytime I ride.
The sticker from BAM. (Ron, we need more of these!)
This is the dorkiest of all - a video.
Enjoy. I had fun riding today.
Here I am, a year later, and I am so glad I learned! Of course motion rollers are way easier to ride.
Today I rode for 2 full hours to music on my MP3. Weezer, Motorhead, NWA, Jay Z was playing today. That can get a little boring.
I was about an hour into my ride and had to hop off for more water. So I grabbed the camera for some fun.
There is usually a dog on this ottoman when I ride.
How dorky am I to take this?
Can you see the fish tank?
I get a chain bite everytime I ride.
The sticker from BAM. (Ron, we need more of these!)
This is the dorkiest of all - a video.
Enjoy. I had fun riding today.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Letter from SanFran......
I was at my Mom's last night, and she gave me a letter she found, that I had written her on November 19th, 1994. I was 24, living in SanFrancisco. I read it and remembered. It was a hard time for me but things were about to get a lot worse.
I thought I'd share it with you.
*** WARNING - It's a tad on the depressing side.
Dear Mother,
Hi, How are you? It's been so long since I've heard from you, even though you've got my work number, and Im at work more than at my hotel. Well, anyways, since it's getting close to the holidays and I won't be home, I thought I'd write, plus I am at work and it's very slow since it's been so cold out, and I am barley making it.
*My workplace was one of those strip joints in China Town, on Columbus ave. I call them "jack off joints". You can figure it out on your own.
Our newest place is right above my job and it's call the Europa Hotel, they don't allow residency but after 28 days, we move out for one day, they keep all our stuff for us, and that is really cool because I have so much stuff.
*We lived in these nasty hotels. You could pay weekly and all you got for 150 bucks a week was a room with a bed and a sink. The bathrooms and showers were in the hall and you had to share them with all the other fine residents of the hotel.
Tonight is the night we had to go get a room for 40 bucks, and then I'll have to have 130 for rent tomorrow morning, plus I just paid my methadone yesterday and I am flat broke - I am so tired Mom, and I don't know how much longer I can continue this fucked up life. Trenton can't get a job, because how is anybody supposed to get ahold of him? His uncle helps us occasionally, but he's at his wit's end too (same as you). Things are so weird. When I think of Cinti, it makes me very sad. It's like I never had a life there, it seems so unreal, I miss you so much Mom.
What do I do? My whole world is coming to an end and nobody knows it but me. I don't think I'll make it to New Year's. Who knows? Maybe I will. But not much longer. Nobody can help me until I help myself and I haven't been able to do that. I hope that when I am dead I will finally be at peace, and I hope you know that too. Well I better go. I love you very much and I miss you too.
Love always,
Judith
The letter is written in perfect handwriting so I am guessing I was dope sick. I remember the place I was working at and it was a shithole. It was about to get a lot worse.
This picture was taken right before we moved to that Europa Hotel (check out the reviews).
I thought I'd share it with you.
*** WARNING - It's a tad on the depressing side.
Dear Mother,
Hi, How are you? It's been so long since I've heard from you, even though you've got my work number, and Im at work more than at my hotel. Well, anyways, since it's getting close to the holidays and I won't be home, I thought I'd write, plus I am at work and it's very slow since it's been so cold out, and I am barley making it.
*My workplace was one of those strip joints in China Town, on Columbus ave. I call them "jack off joints". You can figure it out on your own.
Our newest place is right above my job and it's call the Europa Hotel, they don't allow residency but after 28 days, we move out for one day, they keep all our stuff for us, and that is really cool because I have so much stuff.
*We lived in these nasty hotels. You could pay weekly and all you got for 150 bucks a week was a room with a bed and a sink. The bathrooms and showers were in the hall and you had to share them with all the other fine residents of the hotel.
Tonight is the night we had to go get a room for 40 bucks, and then I'll have to have 130 for rent tomorrow morning, plus I just paid my methadone yesterday and I am flat broke - I am so tired Mom, and I don't know how much longer I can continue this fucked up life. Trenton can't get a job, because how is anybody supposed to get ahold of him? His uncle helps us occasionally, but he's at his wit's end too (same as you). Things are so weird. When I think of Cinti, it makes me very sad. It's like I never had a life there, it seems so unreal, I miss you so much Mom.
What do I do? My whole world is coming to an end and nobody knows it but me. I don't think I'll make it to New Year's. Who knows? Maybe I will. But not much longer. Nobody can help me until I help myself and I haven't been able to do that. I hope that when I am dead I will finally be at peace, and I hope you know that too. Well I better go. I love you very much and I miss you too.
Love always,
Judith
The letter is written in perfect handwriting so I am guessing I was dope sick. I remember the place I was working at and it was a shithole. It was about to get a lot worse.
This picture was taken right before we moved to that Europa Hotel (check out the reviews).
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