Thursday, July 11, 2013

Two roads diverged in a wood and I took the one un-gnome (so sorry, R. Frost)


Well, the bike ride is rapidly approaching. I've been sort of apprehensive or something in some way that I can' t really describe. But I'm really excited today. Let me tell you why.

1. I got a new derailleur a couple of days ago. While this may not seem like a big deal, I think it is. Now I can ride with confidence, knowing that if I go up any hills, I can actually shift my gears and be in the gear I want to be. I know that it is likely that I will need my derailleur or cables adjusted while on the ride, since my derailleur will be getting worn in on the ride, but I'm still really excited about this. I rode to work the other day, picked the hilliest route I could find, and it was a fantastic ride. 




2. I'm getting really good pep talks from friends - a lot of really encouraging and supportive words. To top it off, I got some good luck gifts today, including the lip balm and lucky clover thingy from Kate and this most interesting naked gnome from Anne (rear and front views shown below). I was really touched by Kate's offering because I've been sort of crabby and she's dealing with it nicely. I had a totally different reaction to what Anne sent. I love the fact that she sent this to me, even if I think it is a little, well, unusual. Why do I love the fact she sent it to me? A. She felted this at family camp. Who goes to family camp? And, once there, who felts a bizarrely sort of anatomically correct gnome? B. She sent me a funny note about the ways in which this will bring me good luck, the opportunities for making puns that it will create, and the fact that I will save her from getting into trouble at work. C. She Fed Exed it to me. That's support. D. I think, despite some misgivings, that I will attach it to my bike. It will be a conversation starter on the ride. "Is that a gnome?" "Yes, it is. It is FELTED." "Is it naked? Are those breasts?" "Duh." Okay, maybe I should prepare some responses that are more socially acceptable.


3. I met all sorts of fundraising goals that I didn't even know I had before this week. First, I realized that between the MS 150 and the TRAM I was close to having raised a total of $5,000. Me! $5,000! I noted that on Facebook and Joelle, sweet Joelle, made a donation to get me to $5,000 on the penny. I then realized, with this donation, that my TRAM goal was nearly met - almost to the $500 mark. Again, good ol' Facebook saved the day. I noted that I was close to $500 for the TRAM and that, if I met that goal, I would get a free TRAM jersey. I promised that if my teammate Travis (also close to $500 at that point) and I got the TRAM jerseys, we'd wear them and take photos. My friend Stacy's mom and dad, Ann and Wade, who happen to be Travis' in-laws, made a donation to each of us to get us there. Thanks!

4. At rowing practice tonight, after headed into a, uh, precarious situation with the boat and trying to understand the yelling coach's directions and then hearing a lecture afterwards (while it was a dangerous situation, he didn't understand that we were actually avoiding it and that his yelling at us to stop actually put us in more danger - - - good job, Debi, for saving us and the boat from harm, and thanks for taking the heat, even though I think it was partly my fault)... ANYHOW, he turned out to be a nice guy who has ridden the TRAM 16 times! He told me all sorts of things (he confirmed Joelle's statement that people of all ages do this ride, so I can hack it, he explained how the camping and food works, he said the route shouldn't be too hilly based on the roads he's ridden in the area, etc.) that made me really, really excited.

So, we leave Sunday, head to International Falls, and start riding Monday. I've got to wrap things up for my week's vacation from work and take care of getting some last minute items (bug spray, spare bike tubes, etc.), but I'll be on my way soon, enjoying a nice ride through my beautiful state. And I made my goal of $500 for this ride, surpassing my combined goal of $4,500 by over $500. Thanks, guys. You're great. As your reward, Robert Frost's poem, without being bastardized by references to gnomes...

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
    I took the one less traveled by,
    And that has made all the difference.

Saturday, July 6, 2013

One Week to Go

On the 4th of July, Dan and I rode to a nearby coffee shop where we got caffeinated and met Dave. The three of us rode north along the west bank of the river, past the U of M, and through downtown, the warehouse district, an industrial zone, a nice park, and a residential area to the very flowing Coon Rapids Dam. From there we took a cool trail to Elm Creek Park Reserve. There and back was about a 58-mile ride.

It was a ridiculously long ride to the park due to our flat tire situation. I got one near the Camden Bridge. A piece of glass was stuck in my tire. I'm not sure what the heck I did, but I twisted the new tube and ended up with another flat tire - before I even put the wheel back on the bike. The second tube went on more smoothly, although all three of us were cursing my newish tires, which were nearly impossible to get back on.

Once we got really close to Elm Creek, we were checking the route (I took a wrong turn). Standing there, in the sun, Dan's tire hissed and deflated. Just like that. We had no more spare tubes and incorrectly patched his tube (although it nearly lasted to the park). Once we were at the park with Dave's family, we patched it up the right way and took advantage of the nice pump that was in the car.

We had lunch, swam, and rode home in the hot sun against a decent head wind that had sprung up. We rode cautiously, but had no tire mishaps.

It was a tough day, and yet 30 miles shorter than the first day of the tram.

I was busy today, and it was really hot, so I went to a pretty big hill in Mendota and went up and down it 10 times. It was tough. My gears are still slipping, despite three adjustments after my new chain and cassette were installed. I think they'll get it right when I take it back in.

After riding, I saw a cute little muskrat at the lake by my house. That, in addition to seeing a work friend who just got out of the hospital after a serious illness and getting to celebrate the retirement and 40th wedding anniversary of great people, really made my day. Even more than riding my bike up hills! Shocking.

One week from tonight, I will be settling in for the night before the first day of the TRAM. That last month flew by. I'm feeling pretty proud about raising $4,970.40 thus far (between the two rides), but couldn't have done it without the help of family and friends. Thanks!!

http://main.nationalmssociety.org/goto/MaggieMahoneyTRAM

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

A-musing(s)?

Apparently I'm very juvenile. I thought that I should bring some levity to this next post, perhaps by making some dorky joke about a bike-related musing of mine, and how, in my case it is clearly disconnected from the word "muse" as a noun (versus a verb). So now I've just proven that I'm a nerd, but let me tell you about my juvenile nature.

I was using an online dictionary to prove the above, dorky points, when I got distracted by the online dictionary's "near words" feature. The online dictionary indicated that the seven or so nearest words started with "musculous sphincter" and had a third word to further modify this term. Who wouldn't be curious about musculous sphincter ani as opposed to musculous sphincter pylori, for example?

I am sure I laughed like Beavis and/or Butthead when clicking on the hyperlinks provided (for you youths, Beavis and Butthead were cartoon characters of the 1990s; check out the one when they hallucinate about Star Trek). What mysteries were revealed, you ask? I have no idea. Each link, when clicked, led to a page indicating that the term did not exist. If that's the case, why are there hyperlinks? It's all very circular. And we went down this rabbit hole all because I wanted to keep this fresh for y'all/ya'll.

I hope to have some photos posted here from tomorrow's 4th of July ride. In the meantime, let me share two thoughts.

First, you're great for supporting me on these rides. As I mentioned before, it is quite humbling. If you think anyone would be compelled to donate just $10 to the MS Society due to being inspired by Travis' and my decisions to do this second, longer ride this year, please share this link: http://main.nationalmssociety.org/goto/SCS-TRAM2013. Thanks, Kim S., for getting the ball rolling! 

Second, I think I passed a biking milestone today. About 1/3 of the time I enter my neighborhood bike shop, the mechanics look at my bike and remember it and my most common problem. "Derailleur again?" (Pardon me if it is supposed to be u before e.) Today, I entered without my bike and caught the attention of the nicest bike helper guy (he is a mechanic, but is also super helpful). I said, "I'm here to buy a tube." His reply? "For your Giant?" (That's the type of bike I have.) "Yep." "Okay, Maggie, that will be $6.37." Woo hoo! My name.

We talked about a concern I have about my bike, and then I told him I appreciated that he took the time to remember my bike and my name, but that I was worried that this must mean I'm there too often. In his nice hipster salesman way, he told me I'm a frequent customer, but not a jerk. He tries never to remember the names of the jerks, just the nice people. I thought that was a good philosophy about priorities.

And, well, to top it off, I feel as though I have some bike cred. Or at least bike repair cred.

(For the record, I'm ok with most of Beavis and Butthead humor, but have a problem with one thing: they'd say something is "gay." Big pet peeve of mine. Carry on.) 

Monday, July 1, 2013

"There's no return from 86"

In two weeks, I'll hopefully be sound asleep after having just ridden my bike 86 miles on the first day of the MS TRAM. According to Green Day, there's no going back. The first day covers International Falls to Orr, wherever the heck that is.

My spirited pit crew, pictured below (in winter; hopefully it won't be like this in International Falls, "the nation's icebox") is gearing up. Dan bought a game with the unfortunate name of "Cornhole." It basically is a beanbag toss game. While I found a lot of info about this game online, I am not quite sure why it is called this.

I got my new chain and cassette today, and had to go back to the shop after riding to get things adjusted a bit more. Now she runs like a charm, whatever that means.

Stacy sent me a photo of the confluence of three rivers in Pennsylvania. If this blog has devoted readers, those folks will know I love rivers, especially the confluence of the MN and MS Rivers. I don't know if I could handle the excitement of three. All the different paths, histories, etc. I think I would faint. I should go there and see what happens to me.

Today's riding was a little sedate due to my slipping gears, but I've got some good days of riding planned for the rest of the week. 

http://main.nationalmssociety.org/goto/MaggieMahoneyTRAM

Friday, June 28, 2013

Maintenance

When I was riding the other day with Tom, I mentioned that I couldn't remember the last time I got a new chain or a rear cassette, but I figured that I'm probably due. The next day my gears were slipping. The guy at the bike shop used a tool kind of like the one below to measure my chain to support his and my hypothesis that a new chain was in order. I wasn't sure how the tool worked, so explained it to me as he gave me a tutorial on being a better wiper of the side of my chain. He also confirmed that I am overdue for a new cassette, the thing that holds the gear parts (technical term).

They can get me in on Monday. In the meantime, my dog knocked my bike over and my shifter/brake lever thing is totally off kilter. Mine are kind of like those shown below.  Guess I'll get that fixed too! (They can just realign it.) My poor bike.

On the bright side, this feels like something I totally can manage. Unlike my fears about riding 86 miles in unknown conditions! I can manage that, too, I guess. It's just a tad more scary. Thanks, though, everyone, for your words of confidence! I'm sure it will be fine and even fun. That just is not what I expected.

Thankfully, I'm going to have a great pit crew with me...

Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Hmmm... Ouch?

I haven't posted anything for a bit because I was fairly consumed with having family in town for my brother's wedding. Three of the best visitors are shown below.

My brother-in-law shipped his bike, so we were able to do some shorter, 20-35 mile rides together.

I got info about the TRAM in the mail. 86 miles for day one? Gulp. Guess I'd better pick up the pace over the remaining two weeks!

http://main.nationalmssociety.org/goto/MaggieMahoneyTRAM

Monday, June 17, 2013

What you once were isn't what you want to be any more

Today I went to a visitation/funeral at the church attached to the school I attended from kindergarten through eighth grade, which is about five hours from where I live. Between the visitation and the funeral, I went in to the school and walked around. There was more I wanted to explore, but I think I made the office people uncomfortable.

The school now serves pre-K through fifth grade and, based on the size of the cafeteria, now located in what was once the science lab where I dissected a fish, it looks like enrollment is quite low.

In addition to snapping a photo of the hall where 6th-8th grade classes were held, I took a picture of the hall where K-3rd grade classes once were held. The drinking fountain almost was at knee level. I thought my siblings would appreciate the pictures. (The drinking fountain one, or "bubbler" as referred to in Wisconsin, won't load. What the heck, Blogger app? It is loading a photo from the MS 150 instead. Maybe it wants me to focus?)

The most relevant photo, though, is of the stairwell we used to take to the nasty basement to go under what was once the high school to get to the part of the school where the office was. If you were a good student, you got to leave class to take the attendance chart, in its plastic sleeve, to the office. Once there, you might be asked to take blue-hued mimeographs back to your teacher. It was cool to be picked, but terrifying. The basement smelled like sweaty high school boys, had cages filled with sporting equipment and cleaning supplies, and the boilers and whatnot were down there. It was a scene straight out of a Freddy Krueger movie. I used to run through there, terrified of aliens, monsters, and body snatchers, all to take the damned attendance sheet to the office. Why the heck did they send little kids down there??

Anyhow, I walked down there today to confront the demons. I was slightly scared to go down the steps, but when I got down there, I saw that they cleaned everything up and it is clean and bright. I almost wanted to see the scary place just to confirm that it was as twisted as I remember.

I got to see my dad on father's day, which was a perk of going to Wisconsin. We got to talk about my upcoming bike trip and the training I need to do to pull off 280 miles. I'm looking forward to some more rides soon. The last one was 36 miles, two days ago. Time to ramp things up.

http://main.nationalmssociety.org/goto/MaggieMahoneyTRAM