Dec 28, 2012
Mission Level
Success!
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| Beautiful snow |
One of the adventures my guy had found was taking a bobsled ride on Whiteface Mountain. This is right at the Olympic Sports Complex where events from the 1980 Olympics took place. Training still happen there, too, by the way. In 2010, the bobsled track was listed on the National Register of Historic Places.
It's pretty cool just to be somewhere where history happened.
It's pretty cool just to be somewhere where history happened.
Always Thinking
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| This is a toboggan |
Back to Whiteface.
The Setup
I had done some research on what it's like to do a bobsled - and the overwhelming response was that it is like a rollercoaster. I like rollercoasters. You need to be fitted with a helmet.
Hmm. Craziest rollercoaster I've been on.
Because of the time of the year, there were no lines and we only had to wait for one family before us. Other places I checked said you should be at the place early and you will have to wait for hours.
By the way, we did not go down the track on the old-tyme sled.
With helmet on, we waited in the cold watching the bobsled be brought up from the end of the track, the two staff-guys loading the people in front of us in and sometimes you hear screaming.
I had done some research on what it's like to do a bobsled - and the overwhelming response was that it is like a rollercoaster. I like rollercoasters. You need to be fitted with a helmet.
Hmm. Craziest rollercoaster I've been on.
Because of the time of the year, there were no lines and we only had to wait for one family before us. Other places I checked said you should be at the place early and you will have to wait for hours.
By the way, we did not go down the track on the old-tyme sled.
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| Waiting for our sled |
With helmet on, we waited in the cold watching the bobsled be brought up from the end of the track, the two staff-guys loading the people in front of us in and sometimes you hear screaming.
The Ride
So, how was it? Pretty damn cool.
It is a rough ride, reminded me of Hercules which is a wooden rollercoaster in Dorney Park I use to ride in the summer - fun and fast and quite bumpy at parts.
Bobsledding on TV looks like a couple people tucked into a sled coasting smoothly down a track.
Sure, things start off tame enough until you hit the first turn, things get real. One of us screamed, I won't say who. Not only are you going really fast, and when you hit the curves, your butt is facing due east rather than south.
It is a rough ride, reminded me of Hercules which is a wooden rollercoaster in Dorney Park I use to ride in the summer - fun and fast and quite bumpy at parts.
Bobsledding on TV looks like a couple people tucked into a sled coasting smoothly down a track.
Sure, things start off tame enough until you hit the first turn, things get real. One of us screamed, I won't say who. Not only are you going really fast, and when you hit the curves, your butt is facing due east rather than south.
Unlike a rollercoaster, you aren't on a a train-track, you are on a half-pipe of ice, sliding around and zooming down. It only takes a couple turns to realize it wouldn't take a lot to lose total control and fall off a curve. Don't worry, we YouTubed bobsledding crashes after we took the ride.
The only other unexpected this is the noise. It's loud and I can only imagine the effort it takes to keep that sled going Olympic-fast and keeping it balanced. You can't hear too well, so, I imagine the athletes who complete - well, it's really a skill to communicate.
Helmet mics? That would make sense.
The Aftermath
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| Our sled was actually #49 |
Me: Wow, you get to do this all day? Not to bad of a job!
Him: It gets a little painful after a while.
Me: I can see that.
More respect for those teams that practice for hours. I can see how you can get banged up pretty fast.
And while all this is going on, you are trying to shave off a couple milliseconds. Nifty skills.
And while all this is going on, you are trying to shave off a couple milliseconds. Nifty skills.
But, I think I could manage a couple more trips down. Here is the proof - the dated tickets!
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| Is that a water tower? |
If you are up for an adventure, this is one to try.
Be Part of the Adventure
Do you have a suggestion or want to see me attempt something? Drop me an email at AdventuringAmanda@gmail.com with your suggestion.
Be Part of the Adventure
Do you have a suggestion or want to see me attempt something? Drop me an email at AdventuringAmanda@gmail.com with your suggestion.
Dec 27, 2012
Mission Level
Fail
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| Buuuzzzzz |
A lot of times, coworkers come up to me and say, "Hey, did you hear on Preston and Steve that. . ." or even general comments about my lack of knowledge when it comes to popular artists or songs. I just don't listen to the radio.
I tried - really, I did. I can't do it.
Why Failure?
I hate radio deejays (DJs) are annoying. They talk over the music, yak without getting to the point. And then they yak some more about other stuff that no more cares about. Additionally, more often than not, they are inaccurate.
I hate advertisements - well, not totally, I hate it when they get in the way of my objective. I think I once had a whole commute of 20 minutes full of me searching for a radio station not playing some commercial. Or someone talking. Or prank calling. I hate the prank calling.
I listen to a selection of music that is familiar and known to me. In my world, everything was always out of control and each second was always a huge unknown. I like sort of knowing what music is coming up next. Also, humans link music to memories which is why music is so powerful to everyone.
For me, it was a method I used to remind myself of things. It didn't work too well as far as remembering the day of the week, season or even when to take my medication but it did remind me how to feel and that I did feel a certain way. Forgetting, literally, how to feel is the worst.
So, I stick to my ipod because I don't want to forget.
Some Silver Lining
I must say, listening to the radio during the afternoon on the weekends or on my way home from work is much nicer. I would be open to doing that more - for two reasons:
- I'm too lazy to plug in my ipod.
- I can have an influx of new music.
I think I will pop into the radio-world if only to add to my music collection. It is a collection, by the way, I know every song on my playlist like the back of my hand.
Be Part of the Adventure
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Image Credit
Radio from experiencepros.com
Dec 25, 2012
Merry Christmas to all!
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| I'm probably in front of a nice fire right now! |
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Image Credit
Image from writeawriting.com.
Dec 21, 2012
Mission Level:
Success!
On September 29th 2012, I rode in my first century (100 mile bike ride - 100 miles in one day).
That's right - in just under 8 hours, I biked 100 miles.
The Day Before
I was surprised at the outpouring of support from my co-workers. While I didn't go around screaming about my century, they knew about it. I came back to a meeting to see my desk had been bombed.
I told my friend I need a boyfriend or personal assistant or something. Part of this is because I am, indeed, lonely - the other part is I totally could have used someones help making sure I was set. The night before, I loaded up my pack - filled the bladder, packed my medication, hydration tablets, gloves and everything. I set out my biking gear and head to he bike shop to pick up spare tubes.
I still don't know how to change a flat.
Then I went to the bakery to get my Joey Bars. They did have any. AH! The girl was so nice, she left a note that I would stop by at 5am to pick some up if they had them.
Don't worry - they didn't.
The Day
I woke up at 4am - I had forgotten to shave my legs. Yeah. More for vanity than speed, might I add. I hoped it wouldn't rain and I got my gear and packed all these papers I needed. I hoped I didn't forget anything.
I actually missed my turn and ended up at the wrong place. AH! No worries, I got there and parked with some wiggle time to drop all the pins for my number under my car seat. The helpful staff told me to go to the Rookie Tent for "stuff". ..I'm not into stuff, but, they did have pins. I also met Tom, his first year volunteering. I wished him luck and told him thanks. They went to the release area where the "Face-paced cyclist/century riders" went.
I could sum up how this all felt - 6am surrounded by groups of friends, matching jerseys and guys (mostly guys) stretching everywhere. Here's a picture.
10-20 Mile Stretch
The ride was mostly on surberban streets and back roads. Not to bad. It was nice, a little hilly at first but riding in a group didn't feel as weird as I thought and I wasn't being run over. I tried to find other people who had the "Century" sticker on their number. I found a couple. I figured I would follow them.
It was at mile 17 I wanted to quit. Honestly. I wanted to stop. I could say it was because I couldn't have breakfast, because I had been stressed over the past two weeks, because I didn't belong with these people. I was tired. I was filled with self-doubt and even tried to figure out if my adrenals would kick in correctly because I forgot to take a pill when I started.
I did think that no one would think less of me for stopping. No one would say anything about it. They would say "aww" and maybe something supportive. No one would really care if I just stopped.. .
And I kept going. Why? First, I needed to reach a stop before I could stop. Next - well, I knew what it felt like to stop at 17 miles. I didn't know what I felt like to ride 100.
Besides, Melissa was waiting for me at the 55 mile mark.
I hit my first rest stop and heard "Amanda!"
Who the Hell knows me here? And can identify me?
It ended up being a cousin. I think my Uncle is his Great Uncle - whatever, John. Johnny. We had talked about this trip when he was at my house less than a year ago. We wished each other well. He was leaving. I ate a Cliff Bar. I like Cliff Shots, but, not the bars. But, I had to eat something. I had some banana, too.
20-30 Mile
Lunch! It was about 8:30am and it was the "lunch stop." Let me just tell you, that was the best chicken sandwich I ever had. It had no sauce on it (I can't have vinegar) and it was juicy and delicious.
Yes. This is how I eat a chicken sandwich.
I had not had much experience riding in a group. I did my best to get into the swing of "car back" (though never "car front") and pointing out holes in the ground. I also announced that I was "On your left" and I got scared a couple times by riders passing me without a sound.
Then I was all alone. Yep. No one was behind me. I could hardly see the riders in front of me.
I was also cold. Talking off my long-sleeved top was not the best move. At least, until I got going again.
30-40 Mile
I met a fellow, Ben, who kept a 18-20 mile pace. Holy cow! We sort of met when he pointed out a bag of potato chips on the ground as a "hazard."
He is from Collingswood, married with a 4-year-old and 17-month-old. Nice guy. He made the miles fly by, for sure. It was nice to have the company. Even just to talk to someone. We both laughed.
40-50 Miles
After the 45 mile mark, there was the century loop. This loop took the century cyclists around a 22 mile loop while the rest of the riders would go straight. I decided I need to give a shout out to the Penn Medicine group because I drafted behind them a bit and also passed them - and was passed.
Ben found me again while I was trying to pass a girl who thought riding on the right at an inconsistent speed was a good idea. You have to pass on the left, and passing her meant going into oncoming traffic. Her two friends were staggered around the left blocking everyone.
So, Ben kept me going for another 10 miles. Wow, fast pace Ben! But, I could do it. I was keeping at a 17mph pace most of the way. So much better than my 14-15mph I thought I would be doing.
50-60 Miles
I just stopped at this stop and Melissa found me. I waved bye to Ben and Melissa got this picture of me.
So, I made it about 53 miles at this point. 60 was the farthest I had ever traveled but I was feeling good.
I got my official "Century Patch." I decided to have Melissa take a picture of me looking like one of those awesome, hardcore riders you see in the background.
I think I look pretty hardcore.
So, I was taking my medications as the doctor told me. I wondered how I would feed about this - needing medication. But, as my doctor said, it's a small dose and just enough to support the demand. Not taking them would have been a disaster. Taking them did not make anything easier, though.
I was so happy, I left my pants with Melissa.
Shortly after, a group of elite looking cyclists called me out on my socks as I got my bike.
60-70 Miles
Every inch beyond 60 miles was the farthest I had ever gone.
I should note, there were people here and there on the route waving and holding up signs. A lot of police and people making sure traffic was stopped and you turned the right way. I said "thanks" to each of them.
I passed two "accidents" in my ride. The first was early on when there had been a lot of broken glass on the road and some rider fell (taking others down) and got cut up. I came up after, everyone had swarmed the injured (who seemed otherwise to be ok) and were getting help. The other was a woman who must have passed out while riding and taking down her team. She was laying with the medics and the medic was saying, "If you feel dizzy. . " Again, good support was there.
Last Rest Stop
Ok, my breakdown is not precise. The last stop left 13.1 miles left in my adventure. I had to pee for the first time, too. I asked Melissa if it was normal I didn't have to pee. Perhaps my kidneys were shutting down - she said I was just using all I was taking in. Great. Four liters later, I had to pee. I budged in line. I didn't know there was a line. AH!
90-100 Miles
13.1 to go and I followed behind this good of Janney riders (could only find 2011 pic). One was from the National Guard (or I assume from jersey alone). They kept at the 17mph pace I liked and I drafted. I felt a little bad about the drafting but after I hit a hard hole with an "ouch!" the National Guard guy started making sure he called out everything.
At the one red light, they all heard me yell a couple things back - they say "car back" and "hole" and I would say "min-van" or "donut" and the one guy started announcing "puppy" or other random objects. Fun.
I blew passed the Janny group. I blew passed some other legit cyclists. Then I zoomed down the other side at 30mph hoping my tires wouldn't give out or anything. Then - well - it made sense why National Guard guy was talking about taking it slow. There's another hill.
I hit it at a good pace and I was feeling it. There is one thing I know about hills - they don't go away. You can't give up on a hill because you lose everything and it's not like you can take another route. I looked to my left and saw the beach.
I have not seen the beach since maybe the early 2000s. OMG. I made it to the shore? Whatever hill! I powered on and really enjoyed the trip down. I even passed the Janny guys again who beat me to the second hill and were stopped before the top. Maybe to take pictures.
I'm not here to take pictures - I'm here to ride a @#$%ing century!
The Finish Line
Riding through Ocean City (I think that's where I was) was really nice. However, I wanted to keep at my pace. A lot of "stay to the right" and "get out of my way" went away after that hill. I passed a lot of people to ensure I was not the last person to cross. Ha!
The finish was stocked with people looking for loved ones and all that. My phone battery was almost dead but I got a picture of my mileage. RunKeeper - well, I accidentally turned it off during about 20 miles and then with the low battery, I turned it off encase I needed to make a call. Or update Facebook.
There was a stop at the end where you had to go through a cattle shoot, so, I didn't upset anyone by taking my "finish line" self-photos.
So I completed my century with the most attactive picture ever! But, really, after 102 mile, who looks awesome?
Support
I can't even tell you the amount of support that flew in from my cowokers. And even the "Likes" and kind words on Facebook. Say what you want about Facebook, it was a good way to post what I was up to for those who cared to see. It was nice to read people did care and were following.
I never thought I was someone who would be called "amazing," I always thought if I could do it, anyone could and it wasn't really special.
I think a lot of times, as I thought while riding for 8 hours, I assume people like my attention and help but don't really care what I am doing or how I am feeling or what I am trying to accomplish. I do what I do because of who I am, but, there's got to be more to it than that. I think I tend to be guarded about my inner world. I don't like to let people in to far because my world has been mostly sickness and things people don't want to deal with. So, I think they don't want to deal with me. I'm going to work on this from now on.
The Aftermath
I arrived home - the MS Society thinks of everything and bused me and my bike back to the start point - and faced my biggest hurtle yet. Stairs.
Don't worry, I got up them and found a nice little care basket from my friend Cindy waiting at my door. It was full of homemade muffins and apples. I ate a bunch.
I also stank. I stank baaaad.
Success!
On September 29th 2012, I rode in my first century (100 mile bike ride - 100 miles in one day).
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| FINISHED |
The Day Before
I was surprised at the outpouring of support from my co-workers. While I didn't go around screaming about my century, they knew about it. I came back to a meeting to see my desk had been bombed.
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| So many signatures! |
I still don't know how to change a flat.
Then I went to the bakery to get my Joey Bars. They did have any. AH! The girl was so nice, she left a note that I would stop by at 5am to pick some up if they had them.
Don't worry - they didn't.
The Day
I woke up at 4am - I had forgotten to shave my legs. Yeah. More for vanity than speed, might I add. I hoped it wouldn't rain and I got my gear and packed all these papers I needed. I hoped I didn't forget anything.
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| 4am - hot |
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| The legit cyclists |
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| Uhh. . .what am I doing here? |
The ride was mostly on surberban streets and back roads. Not to bad. It was nice, a little hilly at first but riding in a group didn't feel as weird as I thought and I wasn't being run over. I tried to find other people who had the "Century" sticker on their number. I found a couple. I figured I would follow them.
It was at mile 17 I wanted to quit. Honestly. I wanted to stop. I could say it was because I couldn't have breakfast, because I had been stressed over the past two weeks, because I didn't belong with these people. I was tired. I was filled with self-doubt and even tried to figure out if my adrenals would kick in correctly because I forgot to take a pill when I started.
I did think that no one would think less of me for stopping. No one would say anything about it. They would say "aww" and maybe something supportive. No one would really care if I just stopped.. .
And I kept going. Why? First, I needed to reach a stop before I could stop. Next - well, I knew what it felt like to stop at 17 miles. I didn't know what I felt like to ride 100.
Besides, Melissa was waiting for me at the 55 mile mark.
I hit my first rest stop and heard "Amanda!"
Who the Hell knows me here? And can identify me?
It ended up being a cousin. I think my Uncle is his Great Uncle - whatever, John. Johnny. We had talked about this trip when he was at my house less than a year ago. We wished each other well. He was leaving. I ate a Cliff Bar. I like Cliff Shots, but, not the bars. But, I had to eat something. I had some banana, too.
20-30 Mile
Lunch! It was about 8:30am and it was the "lunch stop." Let me just tell you, that was the best chicken sandwich I ever had. It had no sauce on it (I can't have vinegar) and it was juicy and delicious.
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| FOOD! |
I had not had much experience riding in a group. I did my best to get into the swing of "car back" (though never "car front") and pointing out holes in the ground. I also announced that I was "On your left" and I got scared a couple times by riders passing me without a sound.
Then I was all alone. Yep. No one was behind me. I could hardly see the riders in front of me.
I was also cold. Talking off my long-sleeved top was not the best move. At least, until I got going again.
30-40 Mile
I met a fellow, Ben, who kept a 18-20 mile pace. Holy cow! We sort of met when he pointed out a bag of potato chips on the ground as a "hazard."
Me: Thanks for warning me about the potato chips!He had drank a LOT of caffeine so when I told him he was going at 19mph, he slowed. He was going to do the 75 miles but said he might do the century. He looked like a legit cyclist and we joked about how once you get into it, you start to look more and more like "those guys"
Ben: Haha! I guess it's not as bad as a hole.
Me: Just pointing out snacks, I like it.
He is from Collingswood, married with a 4-year-old and 17-month-old. Nice guy. He made the miles fly by, for sure. It was nice to have the company. Even just to talk to someone. We both laughed.
40-50 Miles
After the 45 mile mark, there was the century loop. This loop took the century cyclists around a 22 mile loop while the rest of the riders would go straight. I decided I need to give a shout out to the Penn Medicine group because I drafted behind them a bit and also passed them - and was passed.
Ben found me again while I was trying to pass a girl who thought riding on the right at an inconsistent speed was a good idea. You have to pass on the left, and passing her meant going into oncoming traffic. Her two friends were staggered around the left blocking everyone.
So, Ben kept me going for another 10 miles. Wow, fast pace Ben! But, I could do it. I was keeping at a 17mph pace most of the way. So much better than my 14-15mph I thought I would be doing.
50-60 Miles
I just stopped at this stop and Melissa found me. I waved bye to Ben and Melissa got this picture of me.
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| No one looks good in Spandex. It's not a body thing. . . |
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| Yeah, I, uh. Yeah. |
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| World without MS! GO! |
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| Yes, I was doping |
I was so happy, I left my pants with Melissa.
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| Unleashed! |
Them: Nice socks!They look nice and keep my legs warm and protect them against road debris being kicked up at me.
Me: Thanks!
Them: Do they glow in the dark?
Me: They should.
Them: Are they compression?
Me: Nope, Dollar store.
60-70 Miles
Every inch beyond 60 miles was the farthest I had ever gone.
I should note, there were people here and there on the route waving and holding up signs. A lot of police and people making sure traffic was stopped and you turned the right way. I said "thanks" to each of them.
I passed two "accidents" in my ride. The first was early on when there had been a lot of broken glass on the road and some rider fell (taking others down) and got cut up. I came up after, everyone had swarmed the injured (who seemed otherwise to be ok) and were getting help. The other was a woman who must have passed out while riding and taking down her team. She was laying with the medics and the medic was saying, "If you feel dizzy. . " Again, good support was there.
Last Rest Stop
Ok, my breakdown is not precise. The last stop left 13.1 miles left in my adventure. I had to pee for the first time, too. I asked Melissa if it was normal I didn't have to pee. Perhaps my kidneys were shutting down - she said I was just using all I was taking in. Great. Four liters later, I had to pee. I budged in line. I didn't know there was a line. AH!
90-100 Miles
13.1 to go and I followed behind this good of Janney riders (could only find 2011 pic). One was from the National Guard (or I assume from jersey alone). They kept at the 17mph pace I liked and I drafted. I felt a little bad about the drafting but after I hit a hard hole with an "ouch!" the National Guard guy started making sure he called out everything.
At the one red light, they all heard me yell a couple things back - they say "car back" and "hole" and I would say "min-van" or "donut" and the one guy started announcing "puppy" or other random objects. Fun.
National Guard Guy: Yeah, we picked up this girl.Then we reached THE HILL. I heard about THE HILL. The bridge. Ok, it's not a big hill, it is a bridge, but after 95 miles of riding, I can tell you my eyes got a little big.
Me: Hi
Janny Guy: Nice socks.
Me: Thanks.
National Guard Guy: She replaces Glenn.
Me: I never liked Glenn.
Them: *Laugh*
Me: I'm kidding. I don't know Glenn. I'm sure he's great.
I blew passed the Janny group. I blew passed some other legit cyclists. Then I zoomed down the other side at 30mph hoping my tires wouldn't give out or anything. Then - well - it made sense why National Guard guy was talking about taking it slow. There's another hill.
I hit it at a good pace and I was feeling it. There is one thing I know about hills - they don't go away. You can't give up on a hill because you lose everything and it's not like you can take another route. I looked to my left and saw the beach.
I have not seen the beach since maybe the early 2000s. OMG. I made it to the shore? Whatever hill! I powered on and really enjoyed the trip down. I even passed the Janny guys again who beat me to the second hill and were stopped before the top. Maybe to take pictures.
I'm not here to take pictures - I'm here to ride a @#$%ing century!
The Finish Line
Riding through Ocean City (I think that's where I was) was really nice. However, I wanted to keep at my pace. A lot of "stay to the right" and "get out of my way" went away after that hill. I passed a lot of people to ensure I was not the last person to cross. Ha!
The finish was stocked with people looking for loved ones and all that. My phone battery was almost dead but I got a picture of my mileage. RunKeeper - well, I accidentally turned it off during about 20 miles and then with the low battery, I turned it off encase I needed to make a call. Or update Facebook.
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| I crossed the finish line |
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| I got my metal |
Support
I can't even tell you the amount of support that flew in from my cowokers. And even the "Likes" and kind words on Facebook. Say what you want about Facebook, it was a good way to post what I was up to for those who cared to see. It was nice to read people did care and were following.
I never thought I was someone who would be called "amazing," I always thought if I could do it, anyone could and it wasn't really special.
I think a lot of times, as I thought while riding for 8 hours, I assume people like my attention and help but don't really care what I am doing or how I am feeling or what I am trying to accomplish. I do what I do because of who I am, but, there's got to be more to it than that. I think I tend to be guarded about my inner world. I don't like to let people in to far because my world has been mostly sickness and things people don't want to deal with. So, I think they don't want to deal with me. I'm going to work on this from now on.
The Aftermath
I arrived home - the MS Society thinks of everything and bused me and my bike back to the start point - and faced my biggest hurtle yet. Stairs.
Don't worry, I got up them and found a nice little care basket from my friend Cindy waiting at my door. It was full of homemade muffins and apples. I ate a bunch.
I also stank. I stank baaaad.
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| Doing it again? Sure will! |
Manda's Century
You can follow my biking adventures and training by checking out my collection of entries on my Manda's Century Ride page. It lists (in convenient bullet form) the lessons I have learned and has links to each of my biking related posts that led up to this ride.
Be Part of the Adventure
Do you have a suggestion or want to see me attempt something? Drop me an email at AdventuringAmanda@gmail.com with your suggestion.
You can follow my biking adventures and training by checking out my collection of entries on my Manda's Century Ride page. It lists (in convenient bullet form) the lessons I have learned and has links to each of my biking related posts that led up to this ride.
Be Part of the Adventure
Do you have a suggestion or want to see me attempt something? Drop me an email at AdventuringAmanda@gmail.com with your suggestion.
Dec 19, 2012
Mission Level: Success
. . .but really a fail
McDonald's (USA) serves 27 million people every day and on December 14, 2012, I became one of them. The last time I even tried McDonald's was probably 2005, well before I was diagnosed.Since I have had a couple items as a child from McDonald, it was decided I need a breakfast item.
It was also 8:00am.
People seem shocked by the fact that I do not eat fast food – I can’t even describe the shock on their faces. I actually think maybe something happened behind me, like someone grew horns – when I say I have never been to Burger King, ate at Wendy’s once, have never driven through any drive-thru (minus the bank) and haven’t had McDonald's since 2000.
"Manda," they cry. "Manda! Are you a vegetarian? Are you super healthy?" Or something more like, "Wow, what's wrong with you?"
I did not grow up eating fast food – maybe once in a blue moon – and I certainly did not eat a lot of fast food in my adult life. I enjoy the occasional Taco Bell, don’t get me wrong, but, I prefer to whip up my own tacos because I can eat more for less.
But, back to this adventure - as a bonus, I was delivered the Sausage Egg McMuffin variety of breakfast do-hicky. Just imagine my coworkers chatting, "eat it, eat it, eat it!"
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| I took those bites |
How Did It Go?
I was surprised, actually, that it seemed like a real English muffin. Real cheese, maybe. It wasn't like it was real meat in there. The cheese was processed, you could tell. The muffin part seemed ok, the normal chewy-cheapness (and I love English muffins).
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| This seems to be. . ok? |
Yeah – by 8:36, I decided this was a bad choice. My tummy was on fire. ON FIRE. In fact, just like the last time that I ate in McDonald's (circa 2000) the food stayed like a rock in my tummy. My probotics did not help. Nor did the apple I sent down to talk it out with the McMuffin.
What did I just eat?! I did some research which did not make me feel any better about life. After all, isn't McDonald's starting to say they are "healthy" now?
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| I do not feel better about my life |
I didn't eat again until about 7pm that might. Then I settled for some seafood paella.
Future Plans
Never. Again.
This is a bad choice food. I’m sure one or two of those ingredients is eating through my stomach lining and a couple more are trying to claw their way out. A few others are trying to get out way they came.
If eating this stuff is “normal,” I’m going to stick to being abnormal.
My coworker did say I was a wuss because I couldn't handle the McMuffin. I mean, I handled the McMuffin - I just wasn't happy. However, everyone else in my little department agreed they get cravings and enjoy having one a couple times a month.
Never. Again.
My coworker did say I was a wuss because I couldn't handle the McMuffin. I mean, I handled the McMuffin - I just wasn't happy. However, everyone else in my little department agreed they get cravings and enjoy having one a couple times a month.
Never. Again.
Be Part of the Adventure
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Image Credit
Image from foodfacts.com.
Oct 1, 2012
You were expecting advice and whatnot? Not this Monday. It's past September 29th, the day of my century. Yep. Wondering about how that went? Of course you are!
That's right - in just under 8 hours, I biked 100 miles.
The Day Before
I was surprised at the outpouring of support from my co-workers. While I didn't go around screaming about my century, they knew about it. I came back to a meeting to see my desk had been bombed.
I told my friend I need a boyfriend or personal assistant or something. Part of this is because I am, indeed, lonely - the other part is I totally could have used someones help making sure I was set. The night before, I loaded up my pack - filled the bladder, packed my medication, hydration tablets, gloves and everything. I set out my biking gear and head to he bike shop to pick up spare tubes.
I still don't know how to change a flat.
Then I went to the bakery to get my Joey Bars. They did have any. AH! The girl was so nice, she left a note that I would stop by at 5am to pick some up if they had them.
Don't worry - they didn't.
The Day
I woke up at 4am - I had forgotten to shave my legs. Yeah. More for vanity than speed, might I add. I hoped it wouldn't rain and I got my gear and packed all these papers I needed. I hoped I didn't forget anything.
I actually missed my turn and ended up at the wrong place. AH! No worries, I got there and parked with some wiggle time to drop all the pins for my number under my car seat. The helpful staff told me to go to the Rookie Tent for "stuff". ..I'm not into stuff, but, they did have pins. I also met Tom, his first year volunteering. I wished him luck and told him thanks. They went to the release area where the "Face-paced cyclist/century riders" went.
I could sum up how this all felt - 6am surrounded by groups of friends, matching jerseys and guys (mostly guys) stretching everywhere. Here's a picture.
10-20 Mile Stretch
The ride was mostly on surberban streets and back roads. Not to bad. It was nice, a little hilly at first but riding in a group didn't feel as weird as I thought and I wasn't being run over. I tried to find other people who had the "Century" sticker on their number. I found a couple. I figured I would follow them.
It was at mile 17 I wanted to quit. Honestly. I wanted to stop. I could say it was because I couldn't have breakfast, because I had been stressed over the past two weeks, because I didn't belong with these people. I was tired. I was filled with self-doubt and even tried to figure out if my adrenals would kick in correctly because I forgot to take a pill when I started.
I did think that no one would think less of me for stopping. No one would say anything about it. They would say "aww" and maybe something supportive. No one would really care if I just stopped.. .
And I kept going. Why? First, I needed to reach a stop before I could stop. Next - well, I knew what it felt like to stop at 17 miles. I didn't know what I felt like to ride 100.
Besides, Melissa was waiting for me at the 55 mile mark.
I hit my first rest stop and heard "Amanda!"
Who the Hell knows me here? And can identify me?
It ended up being a cousin. I think my Uncle is his Great Uncle - whatever, John. Johnny. We had talked about this trip when he was at my house less than a year ago. We wished each other well. He was leaving. I ate a Cliff Bar. I like Cliff Shots, but, not the bars. But, I had to eat something. I had some banana, too.
20-30 Mile
Lunch! It was about 8:30am and it was the "lunch stop." Let me just tell you, that was the best chicken sandwich I ever had. It had no sauce on it (I can't have vinegar) and it was juicy and delicious.
Yes. This is how I eat a chicken sandwich.
I had not had much experience riding in a group. I did my best to get into the swing of "car back" (though never "car front") and pointing out holes in the ground. I also announced that I was "On your left" and I got scared a couple times by riders passing me without a sound.
Then I was all alone. Yep. No one was behind me. I could hardly see the riders in front of me.
I was also cold. Talking off my long-sleeved top was not the best move. At least, until I got going again.
30-40 Mile
I met a fellow, Ben, who kept a 18-20 mile pace. Holy cow! We sort of met when he pointed out a bag of potato chips on the ground as a "hazard."
He is from Collingswood, married with a 4-year-old and 17-month-old. Nice guy. He made the miles fly by, for sure. It was nice to have the company. Even just to talk to someone. We both laughed.
40-50 Miles
After the 45 mile mark, there was the century loop. This loop took the century cyclists around a 22 mile loop while the rest of the riders would go straight. I decided I need to give a shout out to the Penn Medicine group because I drafted behind them a bit and also passed them - and was passed.
Ben found me again while I was trying to pass a girl who thought riding on the right at an inconsistent speed was a good idea. You have to pass on the left, and passing her meant going into oncoming traffic. Her two friends were staggered around the left blocking everyone.
So, Ben kept me going for another 10 miles. Wow, fast pace Ben! But, I could do it. I was keeping at a 17mph pace most of the way. So much better than my 14-15mph I thought I would be doing.
50-60 Miles
I just stopped at this stop and Melissa found me. I waved bye to Ben and Melissa got this picture of me.
So, I made it about 53 miles at this point. 60 was the farthest I had ever traveled but I was feeling good.
I got my official "Century Patch." I decided to have Melissa take a picture of me looking like one of those awesome, hardcore riders you see in the background.
I think I look pretty hardcore.
So, I was taking my medications as the doctor told me. I wondered how I would feed about this - needing medication. But, as my doctor said, it's a small dose and just enough to support the demand. Not taking them would have been a disaster. Taking them did not make anything easier, though.
I was so happy, I left my pants with Melissa.
Shortly after, a group of elite looking cyclists called me out on my socks as I got my bike.
60-70 Miles
Every inch beyond 60 miles was the farthest I had ever gone.
I should note, there were people here and there on the route waving and holding up signs. A lot of police and people making sure traffic was stopped and you turned the right way. I said "thanks" to each of them.
I passed two "accidents" in my ride. The first was early on when there had been a lot of broken glass on the road and some rider fell (taking others down) and got cut up. I came up after, everyone had swarmed the injured (who seemed otherwise to be ok) and were getting help. The other was a woman who must have passed out while riding and taking down her team. She was laying with the medics and the medic was saying, "If you feel dizzy. . " Again, good support was there.
Last Rest Stop
Ok, my breakdown is not precise. The last stop left 13.1 miles left in my adventure. I had to pee for the first time, too. I asked Melissa if it was normal I didn't have to pee. Perhaps my kidneys were shutting down - she said I was just using all I was taking in. Great. Four liters later, I had to pee. I budged in line. I didn't know there was a line. AH!
90-100 Miles
13.1 to go and I followed behind this good of Janney riders (could only find 2011 pic). One was from the National Guard (or I assume from jersey alone). They kept at the 17mph pace I liked and I drafted. I felt a little bad about the drafting but after I hit a hard hole with an "ouch!" the National Guard guy started making sure he called out everything.
At the one red light, they all heard me yell a couple things back - they say "car back" and "hole" and I would say "min-van" or "donut" and the one guy started announcing "puppy" or other random objects. Fun.
I blew passed the Janny group. I blew passed some other legit cyclists. Then I zoomed down the other side at 30mph hoping my tires wouldn't give out or anything. Then - well - it made sense why National Guard guy was talking about taking it slow. There's another hill.
I hit it at a good pace and I was feeling it. There is one thing I know about hills - they don't go away. You can't give up on a hill because you lose everything and it's not like you can take another route. I looked to my left and saw the beach.
I have not seen the beach since maybe the early 2000s. OMG. I made it to the shore? Whatever hill! I powered on and really enjoyed the trip down. I even passed the Janny guys again who beat me to the second hill and were stopped before the top. Maybe to take pictures.
I'm not here to take pictures - I'm here to ride a @#$%ing century!
The Finish Line
Riding through Ocean City (I think that's where I was) was really nice. However, I wanted to keep at my pace. A lot of "stay to the right" and "get out of my way" went away after that hill. I passed a lot of people to ensure I was not the last person to cross. Ha!
The finish was stocked with people looking for loved ones and all that. My phone battery was almost dead but I got a picture of my mileage. RunKeeper - well, I accidentally turned it off during about 20 miles and then with the low battery, I turned it off encase I needed to make a call. Or update Facebook.
There was a stop at the end where you had to go through a cattle shoot, so, I didn't upset anyone by taking my "finish line" self-photos.
So I completed my century with the most attactive picture ever! But, really, after 102 mile, who looks awesome?
Support
I can't even tell you the amount of support that flew in from my cowokers. And even the "Likes" and kind words on Facebook. Say what you want about Facebook, it was a good way to post what I was up to for those who cared to see. It was nice to read people did care and were following.
I never thought I was someone who would be called "amazing," I always thought if I could do it, anyone could and it wasn't really special.
I think a lot of times, as I thought while riding for 8 hours, I assume people like my attention and help but don't really care what I am doing or how I am feeling or what I am trying to accomplish. I do what I do because of who I am, but, there's got to be more to it than that. I think I tend to be guarded about my inner world. I don't like to let people in to far because my world has been mostly sickness and things people don't want to deal with. So, I think they don't want to deal with me. I'm going to work on this from now on.
The Aftermath
I arrived home - the MS Society thinks of everything and bused me and my bike back to the start point - and faced my biggest hurtle yet. Stairs.
Don't worry, I got up them and found a nice little care basket from my friend Cindy waiting at my door. It was full of homemade muffins and apples. I ate a bunch.
I also stank. I stank baaaad.
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| FINISHED |
The Day Before
I was surprised at the outpouring of support from my co-workers. While I didn't go around screaming about my century, they knew about it. I came back to a meeting to see my desk had been bombed.
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| So many signatures! |
I still don't know how to change a flat.
Then I went to the bakery to get my Joey Bars. They did have any. AH! The girl was so nice, she left a note that I would stop by at 5am to pick some up if they had them.
Don't worry - they didn't.
The Day
I woke up at 4am - I had forgotten to shave my legs. Yeah. More for vanity than speed, might I add. I hoped it wouldn't rain and I got my gear and packed all these papers I needed. I hoped I didn't forget anything.
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| 4am - hot |
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| The legit cyclists |
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| Uhh. . .what am I doing here? |
The ride was mostly on surberban streets and back roads. Not to bad. It was nice, a little hilly at first but riding in a group didn't feel as weird as I thought and I wasn't being run over. I tried to find other people who had the "Century" sticker on their number. I found a couple. I figured I would follow them.
It was at mile 17 I wanted to quit. Honestly. I wanted to stop. I could say it was because I couldn't have breakfast, because I had been stressed over the past two weeks, because I didn't belong with these people. I was tired. I was filled with self-doubt and even tried to figure out if my adrenals would kick in correctly because I forgot to take a pill when I started.
I did think that no one would think less of me for stopping. No one would say anything about it. They would say "aww" and maybe something supportive. No one would really care if I just stopped.. .
And I kept going. Why? First, I needed to reach a stop before I could stop. Next - well, I knew what it felt like to stop at 17 miles. I didn't know what I felt like to ride 100.
Besides, Melissa was waiting for me at the 55 mile mark.
I hit my first rest stop and heard "Amanda!"
Who the Hell knows me here? And can identify me?
It ended up being a cousin. I think my Uncle is his Great Uncle - whatever, John. Johnny. We had talked about this trip when he was at my house less than a year ago. We wished each other well. He was leaving. I ate a Cliff Bar. I like Cliff Shots, but, not the bars. But, I had to eat something. I had some banana, too.
20-30 Mile
Lunch! It was about 8:30am and it was the "lunch stop." Let me just tell you, that was the best chicken sandwich I ever had. It had no sauce on it (I can't have vinegar) and it was juicy and delicious.
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| FOOD! |
I had not had much experience riding in a group. I did my best to get into the swing of "car back" (though never "car front") and pointing out holes in the ground. I also announced that I was "On your left" and I got scared a couple times by riders passing me without a sound.
Then I was all alone. Yep. No one was behind me. I could hardly see the riders in front of me.
I was also cold. Talking off my long-sleeved top was not the best move. At least, until I got going again.
30-40 Mile
I met a fellow, Ben, who kept a 18-20 mile pace. Holy cow! We sort of met when he pointed out a bag of potato chips on the ground as a "hazard."
Me: Thanks for warning me about the potato chips!He had drank a LOT of caffeine so when I told him he was going at 19mph, he slowed. He was going to do the 75 miles but said he might do the century. He looked like a legit cyclist and we joked about how once you get into it, you start to look more and more like "those guys"
Ben: Haha! I guess it's not as bad as a hole.
Me: Just pointing out snacks, I like it.
He is from Collingswood, married with a 4-year-old and 17-month-old. Nice guy. He made the miles fly by, for sure. It was nice to have the company. Even just to talk to someone. We both laughed.
40-50 Miles
After the 45 mile mark, there was the century loop. This loop took the century cyclists around a 22 mile loop while the rest of the riders would go straight. I decided I need to give a shout out to the Penn Medicine group because I drafted behind them a bit and also passed them - and was passed.
Ben found me again while I was trying to pass a girl who thought riding on the right at an inconsistent speed was a good idea. You have to pass on the left, and passing her meant going into oncoming traffic. Her two friends were staggered around the left blocking everyone.
So, Ben kept me going for another 10 miles. Wow, fast pace Ben! But, I could do it. I was keeping at a 17mph pace most of the way. So much better than my 14-15mph I thought I would be doing.
50-60 Miles
I just stopped at this stop and Melissa found me. I waved bye to Ben and Melissa got this picture of me.
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| No one looks good in Spandex. It's not a body thing. . . |
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| Yeah, I, uh. Yeah. |
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| World without MS! GO! |
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| Yes, I was doping |
I was so happy, I left my pants with Melissa.
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| Unleashed! |
Them: Nice socks!They look nice and keep my legs warm and protect them against road debris being kicked up at me.
Me: Thanks!
Them: Do they glow in the dark?
Me: They should.
Them: Are they compression?
Me: Nope, Dollar store.
60-70 Miles
Every inch beyond 60 miles was the farthest I had ever gone.
I should note, there were people here and there on the route waving and holding up signs. A lot of police and people making sure traffic was stopped and you turned the right way. I said "thanks" to each of them.
I passed two "accidents" in my ride. The first was early on when there had been a lot of broken glass on the road and some rider fell (taking others down) and got cut up. I came up after, everyone had swarmed the injured (who seemed otherwise to be ok) and were getting help. The other was a woman who must have passed out while riding and taking down her team. She was laying with the medics and the medic was saying, "If you feel dizzy. . " Again, good support was there.
Last Rest Stop
Ok, my breakdown is not precise. The last stop left 13.1 miles left in my adventure. I had to pee for the first time, too. I asked Melissa if it was normal I didn't have to pee. Perhaps my kidneys were shutting down - she said I was just using all I was taking in. Great. Four liters later, I had to pee. I budged in line. I didn't know there was a line. AH!
90-100 Miles
13.1 to go and I followed behind this good of Janney riders (could only find 2011 pic). One was from the National Guard (or I assume from jersey alone). They kept at the 17mph pace I liked and I drafted. I felt a little bad about the drafting but after I hit a hard hole with an "ouch!" the National Guard guy started making sure he called out everything.
At the one red light, they all heard me yell a couple things back - they say "car back" and "hole" and I would say "min-van" or "donut" and the one guy started announcing "puppy" or other random objects. Fun.
National Guard Guy: Yeah, we picked up this girl.Then we reached THE HILL. I heard about THE HILL. The bridge. Ok, it's not a big hill, it is a bridge, but after 95 miles of riding, I can tell you my eyes got a little big.
Me: Hi
Janny Guy: Nice socks.
Me: Thanks.
National Guard Guy: She replaces Glenn.
Me: I never liked Glenn.
Them: *Laugh*
Me: I'm kidding. I don't know Glenn. I'm sure he's great.
I blew passed the Janny group. I blew passed some other legit cyclists. Then I zoomed down the other side at 30mph hoping my tires wouldn't give out or anything. Then - well - it made sense why National Guard guy was talking about taking it slow. There's another hill.
I hit it at a good pace and I was feeling it. There is one thing I know about hills - they don't go away. You can't give up on a hill because you lose everything and it's not like you can take another route. I looked to my left and saw the beach.
I have not seen the beach since maybe the early 2000s. OMG. I made it to the shore? Whatever hill! I powered on and really enjoyed the trip down. I even passed the Janny guys again who beat me to the second hill and were stopped before the top. Maybe to take pictures.
I'm not here to take pictures - I'm here to ride a @#$%ing century!
The Finish Line
Riding through Ocean City (I think that's where I was) was really nice. However, I wanted to keep at my pace. A lot of "stay to the right" and "get out of my way" went away after that hill. I passed a lot of people to ensure I was not the last person to cross. Ha!
The finish was stocked with people looking for loved ones and all that. My phone battery was almost dead but I got a picture of my mileage. RunKeeper - well, I accidentally turned it off during about 20 miles and then with the low battery, I turned it off encase I needed to make a call. Or update Facebook.
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| I crossed the finish line |
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| I got my metal |
Support
I can't even tell you the amount of support that flew in from my cowokers. And even the "Likes" and kind words on Facebook. Say what you want about Facebook, it was a good way to post what I was up to for those who cared to see. It was nice to read people did care and were following.
I never thought I was someone who would be called "amazing," I always thought if I could do it, anyone could and it wasn't really special.
I think a lot of times, as I thought while riding for 8 hours, I assume people like my attention and help but don't really care what I am doing or how I am feeling or what I am trying to accomplish. I do what I do because of who I am, but, there's got to be more to it than that. I think I tend to be guarded about my inner world. I don't like to let people in to far because my world has been mostly sickness and things people don't want to deal with. So, I think they don't want to deal with me. I'm going to work on this from now on.
The Aftermath
I arrived home - the MS Society thinks of everything and bused me and my bike back to the start point - and faced my biggest hurtle yet. Stairs.
Don't worry, I got up them and found a nice little care basket from my friend Cindy waiting at my door. It was full of homemade muffins and apples. I ate a bunch.
I also stank. I stank baaaad.
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| Doing it again? Sure will! |
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Aug 25, 2012
This is another week of not riding. I can see my bike sitting in my den, still muddy from my last ride.
I have been trying to get more sea salt into my diet, eating right and taking all my supplements and medications. I decided it was better to rest until a couple symptoms go away rather than trying to push it at this time. It's a crappy choice.
One of the common symptoms is a feeling of not being able to breathe, like your chest has bands around it not letting you expand to get enough air.
The fatigue is also out of this world. I have a lot of trouble getting up in the morning and getting to work without closing my eyes. A common thing people do is drink more coffee, but, caffeine cannot fix fatigue. In fact, it make things worse because your body gets a jolt and then a crash and to compensate the adrenals have to work harder.
I have been eating more plums and peaches which seem to help. I do not have an appetite or much of one. I make sure I eat some plain roast chicken with a veggie, some rice noodles, apples, peaches, plums and popcorn during the day. The key is to eat things that slowly raise blood sugar rather than cause any type of crash.
I am worried still about this century. I only rode 50 miles twice in my career and right now, I have basically not ridden for two weeks. I want to be able to do this but I am scared about what is going to happen when I start riding on September 29th.
*fingers crossed*
I have been trying to get more sea salt into my diet, eating right and taking all my supplements and medications. I decided it was better to rest until a couple symptoms go away rather than trying to push it at this time. It's a crappy choice.
One of the common symptoms is a feeling of not being able to breathe, like your chest has bands around it not letting you expand to get enough air.
The fatigue is also out of this world. I have a lot of trouble getting up in the morning and getting to work without closing my eyes. A common thing people do is drink more coffee, but, caffeine cannot fix fatigue. In fact, it make things worse because your body gets a jolt and then a crash and to compensate the adrenals have to work harder.
I have been eating more plums and peaches which seem to help. I do not have an appetite or much of one. I make sure I eat some plain roast chicken with a veggie, some rice noodles, apples, peaches, plums and popcorn during the day. The key is to eat things that slowly raise blood sugar rather than cause any type of crash.
I am worried still about this century. I only rode 50 miles twice in my career and right now, I have basically not ridden for two weeks. I want to be able to do this but I am scared about what is going to happen when I start riding on September 29th.
*fingers crossed*
Aug 18, 2012
The adrenal fatigue has got me. Like the Matrix. . only less fun.
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I have my serious doubts about being able to complete this century at this point. When I tell this to people, they brush it off with some type of kind words or something otherwise useless. Not that I don't like support, but, being that I am the only person I know with the condition I have, I don't think I can get much support from anyone but myself. It's not a matter of will, it's a matter of if my body will shut down or not. That's a medical thing, my will or how in shape I am has nothing to do with it.
Hell, I'm still trying to figure it out. Come on magic!
I might be able to pull it together and ride the century, but I am very worried about the consequences. I think I might end up requesting off for that Monday after, just to be safe. I am also debating my at what point will I have to pull over and stop. I am thinking when I start to struggle to breath.
Due to the AF, I have a lot of digestive issues and immunity problems. I have to watch what I eat and most foods I have been using as fuel are completely out. It's another struggle.
I gave myself a week off, hoping getting back into it would inspire my system to behave. This hasn't been the case, unfortunately. Even as I sit here writing, I am having some trouble breathing and neuropathy from my ride yesterday. This might take days to recover from.
I did have an amazing discovery, though. Sea salt. Since my body gets ride of salt faster, and I don't eat much salt, I read up on being salt deficient. I tried a little and felt a lot better. So, now I'm all salty and ready to rock.
Rides
This is what I got in this week - a small 20 miles when I should be doing 80 or so. And, no, this is not a mistake. My long ride ended up being far shorter than my short ride.
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| Short ride |
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| Long ride |
Falls
I also had my second fall. However, I landed in mud. A lot of mud. I was even much smarter about it - I saw the huge muddy area and picked a path already created. I unclipped should I need my feet and went in with a slow but determined pace. My problem was, my bike shifted and I pressed down on the pedal and clipped in. Then feel on that side.
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| This pack was on my back the whole time |
I was basically submrged in mud. However, BEST FALL EVER. The mud was so deep, it was quite soft.
A lot of people also said this didn't look like mud. I don't know where you all are from, but, depend on the minerals in the soil, you will get different colors. Really. Check out the Munsell Color System
Forward
I am not sure if I should take another week off. I have been thinking it would be best to do rest and try to recover rather than go through these horrible rides and horrible after affects. I'll figure it out. I still have to balance life with all of this.
I would never back out of the century, of course. I don't know if I can complete it, but, I am certainly going to try - until my body reaches the point when it will give out and leave me broken for a couple months. Good thing I invested in my Road ID tags
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Aug 11, 2012
I went out for my first ride since July 28th on Friday. Thursday was my pick, but it was raining. I aimed for Saturday, but I had a family function to go to. Friday it was!
I thought 20 might be too much. I thought 10 would be a good mark. I did 15. Yays!
Mental State
I get a lot of people saying "you can do it" but it doesn't mean much to me because few people understand what I go through and the uncertainty of it all.
The ride did not start off good, I went to put air in my tires and now firmly believe I do not know how to work my air pump. I can't figure out how to clamp it on the tire without letting out all the air in about 5 seconds. Then I can never get it attached right to pump the tire up really well. Normally after about 20 minutes, I get it. I really need to work on this.
I tried to get into the mind set of just going out and having fun. Let me tell you, when your body is shutting down in certain parts, few things are fun. It was also very humid. But, once I got going, I felt pretty good.
Lessons Learned
My hands went numb after about 7 miles, this numbness had been there almost all the time and my break fixed it. I did some research during my "down time" and learned how in the valley of your palm you have tons of nerves. I also learned you have to keep your wrist straight to avoid worse damage. I don't think my wrists are straight when I ride and I can't really keep off my palm.
And my feet always go numb in the clippy-shoes. I'm not sure if they don't fit or I am set up wrong. I don't think I will figure it out anytime soon. It cost upward of $300 to get the whole clippy set-up and I am pretty sure I don't get returns or anything on it at this point.
Manda's Century
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| Slow rider |
I thought 20 might be too much. I thought 10 would be a good mark. I did 15. Yays!
Mental State
I get a lot of people saying "you can do it" but it doesn't mean much to me because few people understand what I go through and the uncertainty of it all.
The ride did not start off good, I went to put air in my tires and now firmly believe I do not know how to work my air pump. I can't figure out how to clamp it on the tire without letting out all the air in about 5 seconds. Then I can never get it attached right to pump the tire up really well. Normally after about 20 minutes, I get it. I really need to work on this.
I tried to get into the mind set of just going out and having fun. Let me tell you, when your body is shutting down in certain parts, few things are fun. It was also very humid. But, once I got going, I felt pretty good.
Lessons Learned
My hands went numb after about 7 miles, this numbness had been there almost all the time and my break fixed it. I did some research during my "down time" and learned how in the valley of your palm you have tons of nerves. I also learned you have to keep your wrist straight to avoid worse damage. I don't think my wrists are straight when I ride and I can't really keep off my palm.
And my feet always go numb in the clippy-shoes. I'm not sure if they don't fit or I am set up wrong. I don't think I will figure it out anytime soon. It cost upward of $300 to get the whole clippy set-up and I am pretty sure I don't get returns or anything on it at this point.
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Aug 8, 2012
Hi. Sorry. Hi.
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| It's a large |
I also got my MS shirt - that'll perk up a bad mood. Knowing I am supporting a good cause is enough to make me forget my little issues.
Rides
My rides have been going as good as can be expected. It kills me to turn down offers by the Tour DaVita people when they go out for their training rides because there is a good mix of advanced and beginner riders. I feel helpful giving out tips I know when it comes to endurance riding and it's nice to be challenged by those who are more fit and compete in events.
- September 3: I did 24 miles, but RunKeeper crapped out or I didn't hit "Start Activity."
- September 16: I got out for 16.32 miles and felt pretty awful the next day. I had a late start since my ride on the 3rd was in the rain - a downpour! I had brought my clippy-shoes in to dry. Then when I was ready to head out, I found I forgot them and had to go back home to get them. I was tired the next day. Then again, I was on my feet for about 4 hours.
- September 8: I did 32 miles. I was hoping to do 30, so, 32 was a nice surprise. I feel pretty good. We'll see how tomorrow is.
Keep in my, my super-official training schedule says I need to be doing just under 30 for my short-rides and 50 for my long rides. Urg.
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| Proof! |
Lessons
I worry about my adrenals - a lot. I worry about what this ride is going to feel like days after. After the ride today, though, I have some hope. Things seem to be going well. I cut out my morning muffin because I think it might have some canola oil in it and I am staying away from PopTarts.
I can't have canola oil - messes me up. I tested positive for a sensitivity to it. Canola oil is also part of "vegetable oil" so anything with veggie oil I try to avoid.
I will bring a ton of my gels to my century and make sure to avoid any baked goods or cookies or anything. Things like peanut butter can have veggie oil in it. Fruits are good and those gel shots. That's what I am going with.
I also learned about drafting. Drafting is where cyclist ride one right behind the other. The cyclist in the front is actually doing most of the work and the cyclists behind can take a break while still crusin' along. Since I have been riding by myself, I never got to really feel this or understand it. When I was out with the Tour DaVita, I got behind our strongest rider and I did notice it was easier to keep up. Less wind and all that.
Mind you, right before this, Scott (the dude I was drafting on) almost fell into me when we hit a patch of thin mud on the trail.
Scott: Wow! I didn't see that mud. My back tire slipped a bit. I would have totally taken you out.It was the other guy we were riding with, Paul, who asked about drafting, I believe. As Scott said, the rider behind has it about 75% easier. Wow.
Manda: I would have failed that trust fall.
My lesson here is, when I am riding this Century, to use drafting when I can. That will give my system a much needed break while still being able to book some miles. I figured, I can take my cortisol pills every rest stop along with some licorice extract for extra support.
Lesson Two: Drafting Etiquette!
When I was out at the end of August, just trying to enjoy biking and build my confidence back in my body, I came up behind a large fellow going at about 12mph. I was trying to stay at 14mph or lower. I ramped up to about 16mph to pass him (with a hearty "ON YOUR LEFT!") and passed him.
I would like to also say I love it when I see husky/fat/unfit/curvy/etc people out on the trail. I think it's great they are out there doing something to improve their health and to enjoy this wonderful trail and nature. I think it would be creepy, but, I totally want to yell some encouragement every time I see someone trying their best. I think it would be creepy.
Anyhow, I past this fellow and kept at my good clip to put some distance between us before I would go back to about 14mph.
Then I hear it. Noise.
Sometimes when you are working out, you make some rather perverted sounds. This is what I heard. "Whot. Phew. Yeah! Mmm. Hurmp! Urg!"
Whoa. I glance behind and see he is right on my tail. Right there. If he wasn't so bulky, I might not have been able to see him. This made me so uncomfortable. I am a lone girl on this path and there is no one around. I also don't know him. I don't like that he is there. I don't.
I jam it up to about 18mph in hopes that I will lose him or he will get the hint and back off. After all, pacing is key. More noise and he is right there. At one point, I guess to be nice, he warned me of a parked truck half way on the trail.
Yeah, ok, buddy. Now back off my butt!
Nope, he stays and I just push on hoping he is really out of shape and has to drop off. I can't even drop back because he is moving from directly behind me to a little too far to the left. I don't know where he is so to drop my speed to drop behind him would probably end badly. I'm really glad I just raged on rather than trying something. He did not know any biking etiquette.
I came up behind a group of riders who were out for a casual ride. I slow up a bit and get read to pass. My chunky friend pulls up awkwardly by my rear tire preventing me from passing the group in front of me and turns off on another track leading to a parking lot. In his haste, he makes me slam on my breaks, does not announce himself and cuts off two oncoming cyclists.
He let out a "WOO!" as he did.
Yeah, real great, dude.. You were on my ass without asking me, used my "jet stream" and then almost caused a major issue when you decided to turn off.
Now, the last time some guy was on my ass, he was nice enough to pull up next to me - with a good distance between - and say he was not stalking me but just going in the same direction and he didn't want to freak me out but we were going about the same speed.
He was good guy. Wished me luck on my century when I told him I was in training for it and eventually we broke off on separate paths.
I told Scott about this and he agreed it was rude to draft off someone you don't know without asking or saying something.
Etiquette, people. Etiquette
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Aug 5, 2012
Well, I didn't ride this week. I went to the doctor My adernals are not doing good and I also had the begining of a Candida infection in my digestive track. I didn't eat for about four days, nothing substantial since my stomach hurt so much. In fact, today I ate a good breakfast and it feels like there is a weed wacker in my tummy.
After my rides last week, you can check it out in my Manda's Century: Maybe I'm an Athlete? post, I was not doing well and things only got a little worse after. Good thing I had the appointment.
The good news is, a lot of my digestive problems have settled after being on the meds for a couple days. That's nice. Now I just need to stop needing to fall asleep all the time. After all, I have about 7 weeks to get in shape and ready to go for my century.
So, this was the sum of most of my fears, an adrenal crash that ends my ride.
Of course, I will be there and I will ride it. Just not sure how much medication and supplements I will have to be taking in order to finish and if I will be functioning after.
I am hoping to gently start riding next week - some times I am more hopeful about this than others. I did take off Monday and Tuesday from work hoping to spend a good deal of time resting and recovering.
Did I mention my parents did get me a Madonna del Ghisallo charm for biking? This is the patroness of cyclists.
Manda's Century
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Be Part of the Adventure
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After my rides last week, you can check it out in my Manda's Century: Maybe I'm an Athlete? post, I was not doing well and things only got a little worse after. Good thing I had the appointment.
The good news is, a lot of my digestive problems have settled after being on the meds for a couple days. That's nice. Now I just need to stop needing to fall asleep all the time. After all, I have about 7 weeks to get in shape and ready to go for my century.
So, this was the sum of most of my fears, an adrenal crash that ends my ride.
Of course, I will be there and I will ride it. Just not sure how much medication and supplements I will have to be taking in order to finish and if I will be functioning after.
I am hoping to gently start riding next week - some times I am more hopeful about this than others. I did take off Monday and Tuesday from work hoping to spend a good deal of time resting and recovering.
Did I mention my parents did get me a Madonna del Ghisallo charm for biking? This is the patroness of cyclists.
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| Every little bit helps |
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Jul 29, 2012
I had a bum week. Beyond a bum week, actually, a hardcore bum week. My adrenals and I did not have it in us to complete half of what I wanted to.
My Short Ride
My short rides should be at about 20 miles. I got in one ride of 7 miles on Wednesday. I felt awkward with the clips, I couldn't get my speed above 15mph. I just felt like I was struggling. I wanted to puke. I did my best but as the fatigue came in and whole digestive tract growled, I turned around and headed back to the car totally disgusted in myself.
My Long Ride
I thought I would have been able to knock out a good 40+ miles on Saturday. I got up to 17 miles and that was it. Fatigue hit hard and I almost fell asleep while riding. I just couldn't do it. I didn't have it in me. I turned around.
However, the clips felt better - still awkward and I felt like I was trapped more than before. I felt the shoes were a little more broken in. It's good to look at the positives.
Sunday Breakfast
I had breakfast with my parents and reviewed my adrenal situation and progress. It's nice to get their input because they are the only two people who really get what I have been through. They also tell it like it is.
So, maybe I am some type of scrappy athlete. I don't feel like one this week.
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| Urg. URG! |
My short rides should be at about 20 miles. I got in one ride of 7 miles on Wednesday. I felt awkward with the clips, I couldn't get my speed above 15mph. I just felt like I was struggling. I wanted to puke. I did my best but as the fatigue came in and whole digestive tract growled, I turned around and headed back to the car totally disgusted in myself.
My Long Ride
I thought I would have been able to knock out a good 40+ miles on Saturday. I got up to 17 miles and that was it. Fatigue hit hard and I almost fell asleep while riding. I just couldn't do it. I didn't have it in me. I turned around.
However, the clips felt better - still awkward and I felt like I was trapped more than before. I felt the shoes were a little more broken in. It's good to look at the positives.
Sunday Breakfast
I had breakfast with my parents and reviewed my adrenal situation and progress. It's nice to get their input because they are the only two people who really get what I have been through. They also tell it like it is.
Dad: Listen, you have to understand that you are at at level few people get to. You are going to be tired and you are going to hurt. All athletes do.My Dad, by the way, is an athlete. He got to college on a football scholarship and still works out and runs and lifts. Anyhow, I had never thought of myself as any type of athlete. I was told riding a century was pretty easy to most people. I assumed any failures I had, minus the adrenals, were because I was weak, not because what I was doing was hard.
So, maybe I am some type of scrappy athlete. I don't feel like one this week.
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Jul 22, 2012
Well, do to my work retreat/conference/personal growth thing I was at Sunday-Tuesday, I didn't have a chance to really bike during the week. I did get out for a 50 mile ride on Saturday. And I got clips.
10 Week
It's go time, people. July 21st was 10 weeks until the MS City to Shore. I feel like I can do the 50 easily, but, I hope I can do the 100. My training rides are not supported, so, makes it hard for me to determine. I need to work hard to get a little more in shape and get some serious miles in.
By the way, I have lost 0 dress sizes and 0 weight. I have a nice roll, still. AH!
Bad, Good, Bad, Good
I headed out Saturday for my ride but when I got to the park, my back tire was flat. I lacked the skills (and tube) to repair so I had to go home and then to the bike shop. Since I was in about a flat before, I told them I think I got both on soft gravel. They know the trails I ride and suggested I pump up my tires more to avoid these issues. In fact, the last flat I had seemed to be more of a tube defect than really a puncture.
While they were fixing my flat, I asked about getting clips.
Bam, I got clips. That was a nice $250 expenditure. They also promised me I wouldn't fall and if I did it would be on grass and everything was great.
I played with clipping and unclipping during my ride. On mile 49.7 - I hit a patch of gravel while turning and hit the pavement. Hard.
So, what's falling like? First, getting use to the heel-cock to get your foot out doesn't take that much time. I didn't have any time when I fell. The danger is you stop, if you don't stop, you won't fall. Mostly. I was wearing gloves and a helmet which everyone on a bike should be wearing. The issue is my knee hit the pavement and the rest of the bike fell on top of me and then my feet were still attached to the petals. I got loose, of course, made sure I was in one piece, walked a couple steps and rode back to my car. After all, you got to keep going.
I was stiff and banged up from it more than I thought, but, other than the cut on the front of my knee and the bruise on the side, no real damage. My elbow got it a little, but. .nothing you can see a day later.
Manda's Century
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10 Week
It's go time, people. July 21st was 10 weeks until the MS City to Shore. I feel like I can do the 50 easily, but, I hope I can do the 100. My training rides are not supported, so, makes it hard for me to determine. I need to work hard to get a little more in shape and get some serious miles in.
By the way, I have lost 0 dress sizes and 0 weight. I have a nice roll, still. AH!
Bad, Good, Bad, Good
I headed out Saturday for my ride but when I got to the park, my back tire was flat. I lacked the skills (and tube) to repair so I had to go home and then to the bike shop. Since I was in about a flat before, I told them I think I got both on soft gravel. They know the trails I ride and suggested I pump up my tires more to avoid these issues. In fact, the last flat I had seemed to be more of a tube defect than really a puncture.
While they were fixing my flat, I asked about getting clips.
Bam, I got clips. That was a nice $250 expenditure. They also promised me I wouldn't fall and if I did it would be on grass and everything was great.
I played with clipping and unclipping during my ride. On mile 49.7 - I hit a patch of gravel while turning and hit the pavement. Hard.
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| PITY ME! |
I was stiff and banged up from it more than I thought, but, other than the cut on the front of my knee and the bruise on the side, no real damage. My elbow got it a little, but. .nothing you can see a day later.
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Jul 14, 2012
In cycling, there is this thing call the "bonk." I think you bonk. Or you are bonking. Not to be confused with headbonks which are great.
Thank God there is Urban Dictionary!
Ride Stats
I think I missed last week and maybe the week before, that's fine. as of July 21st, I'm in my 10 week program. In July, so far, I have been trying to get into the habit and mileage of riding three times a week. I am super lucky because a lot of my co-workers are training for Tour DaVita which is a 200-plus mile ride over the course of two or three days. It raises money for kidney disease and helps people get treatment.
With that in mind, I had company for two 20 mile rides which made them much more enjoyable. Plus, I got to feel and get use to riding close to other people. My speed dropped a little because the first 20 mile ride was with some people who were just starting. It was a new trail close to were I work. I even got another lap in (hence 28) with one of the directors.
I thought I would have company for my long ride, and get in a good 50. After the two 20+ miles, though, I was thinking I should take it easy. Most of the crew were going to the beach. It rained most of the night but by 10am (meeting time) it had cleared. No one showed up. No worries! Off I went, texting that it was beautiful and lovely and things like "you ain't made of sugar, you won't melt!"
So, I got caught in the rain. I tried a new trail I sort of stumbled on. I hung out under a bridge for a bit with some other riders, but, 20 miles from home, I was as wet as I could get so I headed back out. I can't even tell you how dirty I was. I had gravel in my ears and other. .areas.
So, about 39 miles later, I got back into the non-rain and my car and a nice, hot shower. And the leftover French dip sandwich Mr. Green Eyes left in my fridge.
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Bonks from catswhotwitter.blogspot.com
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| Love! |
Bonk: Expression used by cyclists to describe excercise induced low blood sugar levels; being a feeling of light-headedness and weakness in all limbs. Similar to 'The Wall' in running. Has fallen out of usage in recent years due to alternative meanings.Anyhow, to avoid the bonk I have been eating PopTarts, as any of you who follow me know. It's awesome. I think a lot of the "wall" I was hitting had something to do not eating enough. Before it was not drinking enough.
Ride Stats
I think I missed last week and maybe the week before, that's fine. as of July 21st, I'm in my 10 week program. In July, so far, I have been trying to get into the habit and mileage of riding three times a week. I am super lucky because a lot of my co-workers are training for Tour DaVita which is a 200-plus mile ride over the course of two or three days. It raises money for kidney disease and helps people get treatment.
With that in mind, I had company for two 20 mile rides which made them much more enjoyable. Plus, I got to feel and get use to riding close to other people. My speed dropped a little because the first 20 mile ride was with some people who were just starting. It was a new trail close to were I work. I even got another lap in (hence 28) with one of the directors.
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| That 5 miles was tough! |
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| BOOM! |
So, about 39 miles later, I got back into the non-rain and my car and a nice, hot shower. And the leftover French dip sandwich Mr. Green Eyes left in my fridge.
Manda's Century
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Be Part of the Adventure
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Image Credit
Bonks from catswhotwitter.blogspot.com
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