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Sep 25, 2013
It’s Century Week! That magical week of rest, eating, anticipation, relaxing, looking backing – you know, tapering.
Tapering is the practice of reducing exercise in the days just before an important competition. Tapering is customary in many endurance sports, such as the marathon, athletics and swimming. For many athletes, a significant period of tapering is essential for optimal performance. The tapering period frequently lasts as much as a week or more.
The MS City to Shore ride is this Saturday and I, along with my team, are booking 100 miles in one day. It should be a good time. The MS Society puts on a good tour and raises a lot of money.
#CenturyWeek
I feel a little guilty this century week due to my lack of discipline and training this year. Century week is supposed to be the reward for hard work and I feel like I didn't work hard enough. Things that didn’t happen were me riding to the Rocky Statue and hitting my 60 mile long rides.
I do plan to continue riding throughout the fall and winter – both outside and on my bike trainer at home.
New This Year
This is my second year riding the century (I documented last years training and ride in a series of posts located on my Manda's Century page.) My training program was not as intense as last year as evidenced by me not having a full-blown adrenal crash mid-way through. I am a little disappointed in myself, still. I wanted to do more. My bike training is full of inner turmoil.
Additionally, I have a team to look after. I did my best on prepping them and encouraging training. Most of it fell by the way-side but my super-ridiculously-handsome man-friend came along with me for some long rides – the most we did was 51.1 miles. A good distance.
I feel a sense of responsibility toward my team because last year I had to learn and do all this biking stuff on my own. I didn't want to abandon anyone or lead them down some type of wrong path. Some of my frustration was due to anxiety in prepping them correctly and some of it was because I really love doing this but I had to tone myself back because you don’t go all athletic cray-cray on newbies.
Future Plans
Since I only participated in two biking events this summer, I’m hoping to book at least one more this fall.
If you remember, I had my whole year planned out with biking events, documented in my My Year In Biking post. While I respect myself's passion, I whack myself's with a rolled-up newspaper for over-estimating my abilities.
I did participate in Girls with Gears - wrote about that in my Sports Weekend: 5Ks and Bike Rides. Other than that, this century is all I got going on so far. I do plan to do the Covered Bridges Ride in October - maybe someone will even want to come along with me. Once you make someone do a century with you, expectations for participation sort of go way down.
Winter biking is not something I did last year, it feels like a new frontier that I’d be interested in learning about.
Go fitness! But, you know, after century week.
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 suggestions
Tapering is the practice of reducing exercise in the days just before an important competition. Tapering is customary in many endurance sports, such as the marathon, athletics and swimming. For many athletes, a significant period of tapering is essential for optimal performance. The tapering period frequently lasts as much as a week or more.
The MS City to Shore ride is this Saturday and I, along with my team, are booking 100 miles in one day. It should be a good time. The MS Society puts on a good tour and raises a lot of money.
#CenturyWeek
I feel a little guilty this century week due to my lack of discipline and training this year. Century week is supposed to be the reward for hard work and I feel like I didn't work hard enough. Things that didn’t happen were me riding to the Rocky Statue and hitting my 60 mile long rides.
I do plan to continue riding throughout the fall and winter – both outside and on my bike trainer at home.
New This Year
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| Biking |
Additionally, I have a team to look after. I did my best on prepping them and encouraging training. Most of it fell by the way-side but my super-ridiculously-handsome man-friend came along with me for some long rides – the most we did was 51.1 miles. A good distance.
I feel a sense of responsibility toward my team because last year I had to learn and do all this biking stuff on my own. I didn't want to abandon anyone or lead them down some type of wrong path. Some of my frustration was due to anxiety in prepping them correctly and some of it was because I really love doing this but I had to tone myself back because you don’t go all athletic cray-cray on newbies.
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| Resting |
Since I only participated in two biking events this summer, I’m hoping to book at least one more this fall.
If you remember, I had my whole year planned out with biking events, documented in my My Year In Biking post. While I respect myself's passion, I whack myself's with a rolled-up newspaper for over-estimating my abilities.
I did participate in Girls with Gears - wrote about that in my Sports Weekend: 5Ks and Bike Rides. Other than that, this century is all I got going on so far. I do plan to do the Covered Bridges Ride in October - maybe someone will even want to come along with me. Once you make someone do a century with you, expectations for participation sort of go way down.
Winter biking is not something I did last year, it feels like a new frontier that I’d be interested in learning about.
Go fitness! But, you know, after century week.
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 suggestions
May 15, 2013
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| Me in my shirt - pouting and fuzzy |
If you remember from My Year In Biking post, I should have completed the Quad County Metric on May 11, 2013.
I did not.
Due to my knees, I felt it best I did not do the 25 planned
miles I was going to do. Or 21. Or something. I did go to the event and picked
up my technical shirt.
Technical Shirt: A shirt that wicks away sweat and holds in the funk. It is usually a size smaller than what you normally wear.
Future Plans
I will try to get out and bike around this week. While I am
walking much better, I still am still stiff and hurting by the end of the day.
I think some light biking would be good. My Mom wants me to get my bike up on
my trainer, but, I don’t know if I want to do that. That’s a lot of work.
I'm basically really lazy.
However, I do want to spend my time getting a bike rack. My dirty-where-it-counts
charming man-fellow took me and my car to an awesome car wash place where I got
the interior and exterior of my car cleaned in about 20 minutes. They cleaned
my car so well they got the remains of the Cliff Bar Gel Shot from my cup
holder, found an iPod I lost 3 years ago and shinned all my change.
Needless to
say, I think my bike needs to find a new home not in the back of my car.
Worries
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| Worry, worry |
I am worried about my conditioning and my adrenals. I am
also worried about getting my team in shape for the MS City to Shore ride which is four months away.
I have been slowing coming to terms with the fact I will not be able to ride to beat my time last year. Sure, it was under 8 hours which is apparently something anyone can do - but I did stop at all the rest stops. This year, I was hoping to really book it and become a true "fast-paced" cyclist and maybe do it under 7 hours? And by under 7 hours I mean 7 hours 59 minutes.
Not to mention, I have to get ready for Tour DaVita which is the lesser of four
months away. I need to make sure I have my medication planned out right and everything so I can take full advantage of the 10 days after Tour DaVita to acomplish the City to Shore Century.
I'm also not sure if I will actually be medically cleared to do both. In which case, I will be doing the MS City to Shore.
The Tour DaVita costs a lot of money. It's for a good cause - but a good cause to me is also being alive.
It’s a lot and I am worried.
Current Year In Biking
If you want to keep track – I have one success (Girls with
Gears) and one fail (Quad County Metric). I’m hoping I am ready for the
Nockamixon Lake Century in . . . .three months.
Date: 8/24/2013
Route: 100 miles
Date: 9/14/2013-9/18/2013
Route: 270 miles
Date: 9/28/2013
Route: 100 miles
Date: 10/20/2013
Route: 33 miles
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.
Apr 24, 2013
My lover and I had quite an exciting and super athletic
weekend. We are highly tuned, super buff and healthy type people, you know.
Ripped, shredded and. . lean, mean fighting machines!
Sunday, it was my turn to rock the house! I went to the Girls With Gears even hosted by CAROL For Heart. This is a group that educates women (and men) on women's heart health. Who doesn't like a health heart? Anyhow, me and some co-workers signed up for this delightful ride about the countries of Pennsylvania.
Me: Why didn't you tell me I had a cheese doodle crumbs all over me?
Him: I am just so use to seeing them on you.
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| Gone shortly after |
But, seriously, we had a pretty busy weekend.
It all needed to start with some spaghetti with meat sauce.
You need to make sure you get some good carbs, meat, veggies and all that good
stuff into you the night before a big event. At least, I assume. I don’t know
much about runners, but, bikers eat a lot.
Food is fuel!
Go to a 5K
I hit a goal, this weekend - I went to a 5K. I didn’t run. I
don’t actually run. I’m much more likely to stab you in the face with my stiletto
heel than run from you. Unless you have doodles, then I think we would work
whatever it was out.
My superhero-esque boyfriend ran in his first 5k of the
season for the Clean Air Council. Who doesn't like clean air?
This was my first 5k that I have ever been too. It was cold.
The whole weekend was cold. I was cold. Here are a couple things I learned
(keep in mind, I only can compare and contrast running events to what I do know
about – which is biking events)
- It’s cold.
The finish line goes both ways - There was no coffee – in fact, there was little to no food.
- It only takes a maximum of 30 minutes.
- People stop right after the finish line and do not fear someone running into them.
- Runners make really funny faces.
- Runners will stand at the finish line and look for other people who have not crossed the line without fear of being run over.
- Some runners puke.
Do I have any wish to run a 5K? No.
Girls with Gears
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| I gotz my number |
I ended up mildly coasting around the fridge
tundra-roads of Pennsylvania re-evaluating my life decisions. Totally was ready to give up at mile 2, I think. The whole tour started on an incline and the incline turned into a hill, an incline and another hill. It's times like these, I totally want to give up.
Actually, the first 5 miles of every ride I want to give up. I then spend a good 2-3 miles coming up with every reason I should stop, how I am going to make up the ride later and how I hurt and need a rest. By then, I normally am feeling pretty good and after 7-8 miles, I figure I might as well do 10 miles - and so on.
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| I'm graceful |
It was cold. It was a cold weekend. I did not dress warmly
enough but I did wear just about everything I had. I figured I would start
moving and warm up. I think my toes are still cold.
I did a nice 25 miles. By nice I mean – there were two harsh
hills at the start. I figured if the whole course was like that, I would die.
Luckily, it turned out to be some nice rolling hills after the initial heart
attack. My super-hero boyfriend snapped this awesome shot of me about 2 miles from the finish line-area-place while yelling, "I have coffee and cheese doodles for you." That's love right there.
I felt a lot better about my conditioning though I have a long ride to go if I am going to be riding 270 miles in an event in September followed by a century 10 days later.
Stuff
Do you know you get stuff when you do events? I got a sweet water bottle (I only use them at home to prevent me from spilling water everywhere) a coaster, a magnet, a red-flashy light in the shape of a heart and a bunch of pamphlets.
One was for zip-lining.
Final Thoughts
My thoughts are never final!
I am not sure if I am going to be able to do everything on my list. I would have a metric century in a couple weeks (that's 62 miles) and I am not 100% confident it is a great idea. I will see how the coming weeks are.
I posted my wish-list on a post titled, My Year In Biking - but here is my master list!
Girls with Gears
Date: 4/21/2013
Route: 25 miles
Quad County Metric Ride
Date: 5/11/2013
Route:62 42 miles
Nockamixon Lake Century
Date: 8/24/2013
Route: 100 miles
Tour DaVita
Date: 9/14/2013-9/18/2013
Route: 270 miles
MS City to Shore
Date: 9/28/2013
Route: 100 miles
Covered Bridges Ride
Date: 10/20/2013
Route: 33 miles
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| Heading to the finish. . .area |
Stuff
Do you know you get stuff when you do events? I got a sweet water bottle (I only use them at home to prevent me from spilling water everywhere) a coaster, a magnet, a red-flashy light in the shape of a heart and a bunch of pamphlets.
One was for zip-lining.
Final Thoughts
My thoughts are never final!
I am not sure if I am going to be able to do everything on my list. I would have a metric century in a couple weeks (that's 62 miles) and I am not 100% confident it is a great idea. I will see how the coming weeks are.
I posted my wish-list on a post titled, My Year In Biking - but here is my master list!
Quad County Metric Ride
Date: 5/11/2013
Route:
Nockamixon Lake Century
Date: 8/24/2013
Route: 100 miles
Tour DaVita
Date: 9/14/2013-9/18/2013
Route: 270 miles
MS City to Shore
Date: 9/28/2013
Route: 100 miles
Covered Bridges Ride
Date: 10/20/2013
Route: 33 miles
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.
Apr 3, 2013
As training begins for my biking adventures, I like to make sure I am prepared for a couple of things:
- The physical activity.
- The mental activity.
- Injury.
Out of all of these, I think injury is the one most people overlook. I'm not talking about fractures, sprains or bruses - I'm talking about getting hurt and being unable to communicate the necessary information to medical workers or good Samaritans.
Help Others Help You
I have known people seriously and critically injured
engaging in sports/training outside (and in the gym) who would have been in a
lot better shape had they been carrying PROPER and USEFUL identification.
A driver’s license and insurance card is a useless document
in a crisis. There isn't any life saving information on either card. Also,
having a little scrap of paper in a wallet is a needle in a haystack as far as
an Emergency Medical Technician (EMT) is concerned.
EMTs are trained to look for usable medical and contact
information on the wrist, ankle or around the neck in the event of a crisis.
Investing in a good sports ID tag should be a number one
priority for events and training. A sports ID tag should have the following
information:
- Your name.
- Year of birth (date, not so important).
- City and state of residence (if you travel out of the country, add USA).
- Two emergency numbers of people who actually are prepared to answer a call from an EMT/hospital and know they are your emergency contact.
- Drug allergies or the message “No Known Drug Allergies (NKDA).”
- Any medical conditions you have (Diabetes, Celiac, etc.)
- Any medications you take (allergy medications, antidepressants, etc).
- Special items – Do you wear contacts? Do you have missing or fake organs?
- Blood type (this will first be verified, but, in a crisis, things can be prepared saving valuable time).
I suggest checking out vendors like RoadID.com and investing
in an ID for yourself and/or those in your family.
(I suggest RoadID because they will donate part of your
purchase to a charity of your choice and really help you determine what info to
put on a tag – they also have a wide variety of styles and colors from
bracelets to things you attach to your running shoes. However, there are other
companies out there).
I always wear my tags. It makes me 200% cooler.
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| Some of my stuff |
Other Thoughts
It's not a bad idea to get a little ID tag made up for yourself when you are traveling or for your children.
If you travel and should ever be incapacitated, you can customize the information to be useful to those who would be trying to help you.
If your children lost and too frightening to give useful information to those trying to help, this tag can be easily found and you can be contacted.
I also have been known to wear my tags when just walking around town or taking a ride in a car with someone. I don't like to carry a lot of things so my tags give me a nice piece of mind.
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.
Apr 1, 2013
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| Excited |
I think I actually have a group of people who might stick with me this year and be as passionate about biking as either I am or a little more. I think that will be both a good and bad thing.
- Good: I have someone to be accountable to, learn from and be a team with.
- Bad: I am use of doing my own thing in my own time. With others around, I have to be a team player.
Well, I think I just maxed out all I can do on a bike in a year. It reminds me of a text I once got. .
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| Seems reasonable |
Girls with Gears
Date: 4/21/2013
Route: 25 miles
Quad County Metric Ride
Date: 5/11/2013
Route: 62 miles
Nockamixon Lake Century
Date: 8/24/2013
Route: 100 miles
Tour DaVita
Date: 9/14/2013-9/18/2013
Route: 270 miles
MS City to Shore
Date: 9/28/2013
Route: 100 miles
Covered Bridges Ride
Date: 10/20/2013
Route: 33 miles
So that means I have 590 miles booked in just tours alone. I mean, I rode a total of 1,587 last year. Whatever! I am most likely to crap out on the Quad and Nock. I wonder if other people will want to come along with me – drafting will make a huge difference. I know the people most likely to want to come with me are going to be those who are much more advanced than me – that means I overdo it trying to keep up or might as well do everything alone.
None of these people know my issue.
Revelations
I was looking over my old blog posts from my first century last year (you can read them from my Manda's Century page) and I found it sort of fun and learn-ish. I guess I will continue posting some stuff here. I really would like to document my (adrenal) crashes more. Even though, with my model-like boyfriend sticking around, I am trying to be more careful with myself.
I don’t think it is fair to subject people who love you to. . . wait a minute. That’s a lie. If I’m miserable, everyone should be miserable!
Take Aways
Here is what I am focusing on this year.
- Eating: I found once I stopped biking, I lost about 25lbs. One was because my thyroid woke up and started doing its business, the other was I stopped eating. I track what I eat on MyFitnessPal and I sometimes eat a couple hundred calories. I need to make sure I am fueling my body correctly.
- Structure: I actually stepped aside with a lot of my volunteering so I would be free to ride and live a normal-ish life. I can set up a better schedule. I also don’t have to worry about dating – and I mean, the boyfriend said he would do the MS City to Shore with me and already laughed for about 10 minutes the first time he saw me in biking clothes.
- Medication: I am going to do better with my meds. I am going to do awesome with my supplements and I am going to be careful with myself. Even typing out that list spawned a little patch of neuropathy at my neck so I am going to be gentle with myself. I often write off “emotional” things but those are chemically induced and that can wreck me.
- Truth: Winners (in life) never lie to themselves. I can’t lie about my condition and how I have to manage it. I also need to be truthful with those around me if I am going to be on a team. I know how to handle my breakdowns, I don’t know how to handle other people handling my breakdowns.
- Logo: I am totally going to come up with a great name for my “team” and a logo. Yeah!
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.
Mar 25, 2013
I just signed up for my first bike ride of the season. It
was one of those things where I was mentally on the fence. Did I really want to
drag my bike out to some place, get lost, ride alone with packs of people then
not be able to eat anything and head home with only some random picture and
mis-sized t-shirt (if I can find where I get them) for my trouble?
Make sure any statistics you are looking at are accurate, up-to-date and you are mostly looking at the percentage of money raised that goes directly to the cause. It doesn't matter if a CEO makes 1 million in total compensation (this is not a paycheck, alone – a monetary amount is assigned to health benefits and perks to create a “total compensation”) if the charity pours 99% of what it raises right into those who need the most help.
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| Here we go! |
No. Not really.
But, I’m trying to be more, mm, not that. So, I plunked down
my $35 registration fee and I will be riding the 25 miles for Carol for Heart's Girls With Gears biking event.
I did some friends if they wanted to come out with me, even reached out to this sports club I belong to through my job - so far, everyone has declined.
This sort of gives me a little fuel for the fire - if everyone is trapped in the same rhetoric I was in and can't get out of it, then maybe it's time to go against the current and do it.
Training
My bike is currently in the shop getting a tune-up so it is all ready for my training. I'm pumped. The weather is getting nicer and I really want to get back into my training mindset. The winter off was sweet - I'm ready for a change. This year, I want to do a couple things:
- Ride in more events - if possible.
- Train my team for the MS City to Shore Century.
- Ride all 270 miles in Tour DaVita.
- Learn to change a flat tire.
Charity Events
When you have some skill or if you are trying to get in
shape or anything, it’s not a bad idea to look for causes you want to support
and sign up for those events. Your registration fee will then go to that cause.
You are also going to want to keep your receipts! Most of
the time, these registration fees or any money you donate is tax deductible so
you can get it back in the form of a tax refund. Not too bad. Every little bit
helps, right?
Warning: The Right
Charity
For motivation or inspiration, any event will do. If you are
serious about your charitable donations and whatnot you are going to want to do
some research on the event and the charity. Some the money is going to go to
the event directly – understandable, besides, the PR from a really good event
can bring a lot of education and awareness to a certain cause.
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| How we view those with more |
However, you might want to poke around a little to see how
much money is raised for the event and how much goes to actual research,
treatment or helping others. You are going to want to make sure you verify your
facts through at least two creditable sources. A while ago, this post/email
went around with the salaries of CEOs from places like Goodwill and the American
Red Cross – it was somewhat inaccurate and you can read about it here at
Snopes.com.
Make sure any statistics you are looking at are accurate, up-to-date and you are mostly looking at the percentage of money raised that goes directly to the cause. It doesn't matter if a CEO makes 1 million in total compensation (this is not a paycheck, alone – a monetary amount is assigned to health benefits and perks to create a “total compensation”) if the charity pours 99% of what it raises right into those who need the most help.
Warning: The Fundraising
Charities are, well, charities. I have found some great ones
I would want to ride for but I can’t do it because the registration fee PLUS
the required fundraising amount is more than I can swing.
I would love to participate in the Best Buddies Challenge but with a $50.00 registration fee plus a $1,550-$1,800.00 price tag for
fundraising, I can’t do it. Remember, when you are fundraising, you can
probably only hit one person up per event. If someone donates $50 to my MS City to Shore Century I can’t ask them to donate another $50 to my Tour DaVita ride and then another
amount for another event.
People aren't made of money. Choose wisely.
You can always self-fund, though. If I made a lot of money,
I could just fund the Best Buddies Challenge myself or whatever. Sometimes, you
might have to do that depending on your “fan base” and willingness of people to
donate.
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.
Image Credit
Girls with Gears logo from carolforheart.org
Money girl from venturebeat.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.
 |
| 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.
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.
Manda's Century
You can follow my biking adventures by checking out 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.
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.
|
| 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.
|
| 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.
|
| 4am - hot |
|
| The legit cyclists |
|
| 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
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