March has been madness!! And not just because Duke lost in the first round. Work has been crazy with sales all month long in Aurora, Colorado Springs, and Boulder. I still feel like I’m recovering from living in my car on and off for the month. And while trying to up my training. I did seem to add more complications to it with ordering the wrong bike. 

I hope I’m as fast as Frank when I get on my Superfly!

See I was planning on getting the Scott Scale Expert, mainly because it has nicer graphics than the Trek. Yes- I’m a girl and I buy my bikes based on color. I had checked the Scott warehouse and there were about 21 bikes left in my size so I filled out the form and waited till the next day to fax it in. I had to go to FedEx Kinkos since our fax machine wasn’t working. Then it was the weekend and then on Monday there were none left for me. I could have gone with a lower Scott bike but wanted the to have a Carbon bike. I figure it’s the easiest way to lose 10 pounds…get a lighter bike! I decided on the Trek Superfly, the graphics are weak but I’m not going to keep it forever as long as I don’t get too emotionally attached to it. I filled out the order form and sent it in and kept checking my bank account to see when it would hit. A few days later UPS dropped off a bike box that said “Superfly 15.5” I looked at it briefly and said, “Is that my bike? No..that’s not my size.” It’s not really odd to get random bikes from UPS but the Superfly a little weird. My manager grabbed the packing slip and informed me that it was in fact my bike. “Are you sure? But I ride a 17.5, that isn’t mine.” Well it was. I wasn’t panicking at this point and was going to wait till the next day so I could go home and check my paperwork to see if it was my mistake or theirs. But then I checked Trek’s warehouse to see how many 17.5 were left. Only 5. “Oh shit!” luckily no customers were around. “There are ONLY 5 left…for the whole country! Do you know how many people that is!!!” My manager then told me not to cry. “I’m not going to cry.” Well maybe I was. I called the Trek rep and left him a panic struck voicemail. Luckily we had a clinic later that day and the Trek rep was there and I talked to him to try and get it cleared up. Our warehouse manager also called Trek and told them the situation. He might have dropped that the bike was for Leadville. The guys at Trek were super cool about it and pulled the size I needed right away and had UPS pick up the wrong bike. I realized that it was my mistake. See the number I needed was 001178889112 not 001178888112…do you see why that is difficult? But still the biggest purchase of my life and I didn’t proof read. I think I will forever be loyal to Trek now. 

On a sadder note, while I have been upping my training it seems that one of my toenails is not agreeing with my shoe. I think it’s going to go soon, which wouldn’t be a big deal but that will take my count down to 7. After losing the first two to the Marathon of 2011 and the Infection of 2010. And it wouldn’t be that big of a deal but peep-toe shoe season is RIGHT around the corner…I suppose it’s a good thing I’m not trying to date. 

Yep, going over.

Training has been going good. Most of my hours come from riding in to work and back home which gives me about 35 miles. I did do a ride with one of the mechanics and it was a hill climb that lasted 45 minutes. Straight up nothing else. The guy I was riding with is a really disciplined climber and he gave me some really good tips. Which was really nice because I figured he’d drop me in the first 5 minutes and meet me at the top but actually stuck with me to help me out.  On my days off or when I work later there are some great hills north of Boulder that have some awesome climbing. I don’t mind going up the climbs but there is one that scares me when i go down. For those of you in the SD area, it has a similar grade to the bottom of Elsie Hill, and I’m just waiting for the day when I topple over the handlebars. 

How do I put this back together?

I’m still basing my training on time and not so much miles. I’m just trying to get my base up to about 4 hours and then will probably start incorporating more intense workouts the latter part of next week. I’m not sure when I’ll start mountain biking. I’m actually nervous to ride my new bike. It looks so nice and clean right now and I know after one ride it will no longer be in that state. I did do 4 hour ride today and about 2 hours in I got a flat. Which has never actually happened to me on a ride. Well actually once it did but I was close enough that I just hitch hiked back home because I didn’t want to change it on the side of the road. I pulled over and flipped the bike over and took off the back wheel. I then proceed to open up my seat bag to grab a tube and flat fixer kit. Well I have the tube but the kit is nowhere to be found. So for some reason I decided to start changing it even though I have absolutely no way to inflate it. I look at my phone and contemplate calling Molly and realize I have no service…I ponder seeing if I could change my facebook status to SOS. Luckily a little old man came riding up not too soon and asked if I had everything. “Well, actually no, do you happen to have a hand pump?” He Did! And I was saved! He thought it was pretty amusing that I work at a shop and was unprepared. Muh, story of my life. 

Sometimes I run into characters like this….

And sometimes the characters are more bizarre……

I’m also trying to figure out my nutrition, what I will want to eat at mile 70, when I don’t really want to eat. One of the guys at the shop goes for cheeseburgers; but my stomach isn’t exactly made of steel. I’ll figure out the solid food later. But for these shorter rides I’ve taken a liking to the Clif Shots and Blocks. The shots of espresso are really nice and the Clif Block Margarita’s aren’t a bad flavor either. They even have extra salt which helps ward off cramping. I’m just really worried if I over do it with the blocks I will never be able to drink tequila again. I know it’s a rough life.

Well I am pleased to say the half-marathon went out without a hitch! It was my first real vacation sans parents. Luckily Molly is almost that and printed off my boarding passes and packed snacks! It was a quick trip but so much fun to hang out with Molly, Jaime and Jessie and it was warm! We actually did a lot considering we weren’t there very long.

Clearly I take running very seriously

Who needs a boyfriend when your bike is this hot? Ha

“Oh. My. Gosh!! I feel soooo old!!” Was my exact response when I opened my Christmas present that contained a crockpot. It also didn’t help that I just turned 22 1/2. I know it’s only a half, but really I only have 6 months till I’m 23 (I did pass Calc.!) Now I know that I tend to cater to an older generation with this blog, so I know what you’re thinking…I’m not old, I’m still so young. Wrong. The way I see it is I only have a few more good years left where I can have fun and be able to have little responsibility in the real world before I have to become an adult and get my own health insurance (that is super important). Especially because I’m thinking about grad school in the future (not the near future, but some future) and well do you now what the difference between working at Bicycle Village and a large pizza is? A large pizza can feed a family of 4. Ha! Stole that one from Frank when my mom wanted him to be an English major. I don’t want you to think that I’m on food stamps, but there is no way I can afford more than 4 designer shoes a year on this salary. Do I have my priorities straight or what? But not that I want a family of 4 right now (but I would have a crockpot that could feed them!!) But maybe when I’m 30 I’ll get the hankering to adopt and should be prepared for when my biological clock starts running like Usain Bolt. I must say I do love my life at the moment and feel like I should get all the fun out before I hunker down for real. Plus this way I’ll be able to tell my kids what not to do.

My “To-Do” list

Over Christmas we took a family photo and somehow I ended up sitting next to my Grandmother for it (not sure how that worked because she is still the classiest lady I know and well, I tend to struggle some days) Well being 91 she uses a cane (she had to get rid of the shillelagh for beating too many children- Ha! Bad Irish joke, I know!) and needs help getting up from couches, she disappears into them easily, like quarters and chips. My brother was standing behind her and when she went to get up I grabbed her arm to steady her and help her up. Frank came up from behind and basically picked her up and set her on her feet. She looked at me with wide eyes and said, “Oh my, have you been lifting weights?” Why yes, Grandma I have! Ha!

But seriously I have been lifting because I put in for the Leadville lottery system and need to get my right leg strong again. I haven’t decided if I’ll do a qualifying race if I don’t get in the lottery or not but there will be time to decide that I suppose. I also signed Wayne up for his Christmas present because he didn’t want to pay the $15 dollars just for a chance and conveniently that was how much I was going to spend on him for Christmas. Hopefully we both get in, or I get in, I’m not sure how I’ll feel if he gets in and I don’t because I paid for it but it would be fun to SAG for him- and he’s faster than me so he’ll be a great training partner. 

By “Hoodrat stuff” I mean Leadville

We find out in about a week if we get in and if all the guys in the shop who signed up (4 total) got in too it would be the ultimate cruiser ride, or at least after it would be fun. So it’s pretty exciting and weird to put so much pressure on one single race, playing volleyball and basketball you didn’t exactly prepare for one game the whole season, more of an ongoing process. But I get pretty excited/nervous every time I think about it – and I think if I actually get in I might throw up. If I do get in I would probably buy a new bike (which again is kind of ridiculous for one race) but my bike weighs a crazy 33 pounds and the one I want weighs 22 pounds, of course it costs a lot more than the one I have now but it’s an easy way to lose an extra 11 pounds. I was thinking if I didn’t get in I would get the new Lush (mainly because of the name- I’m not sure if I’m offended or feel like I need to have it because of the name), which is a women’s mountain bike designed by Trek. It’s the first of it’s kind. Unfortunately after riding it around the shop I realized the proportions are based more for someone under 5’5″ and it was the only time in my life I wished I was shorter.

The Lush!

Other than that nothing new has really happened, which is probably why I haven’t written in a while. I’ll try to blog more so maybe my Godfather will actually remember I’m writing this. Even things at the shop have been pretty slow. The most exciting thing that happened to me this week was I took an exercise class (forgetting I was uncoordinated) and fell over, which I’m sure is also the most exciting thing those old ladies have seen in years. I know my life is so exciting. I am running a half-marathon this weekend, which I am pleased to announce that I have done more training for than the marathon! And it is at sea level so I’m pretty exciting about that added benefit. I did make one New Year’s Resolution this year though, even though I think they are kind of dumb but it’s to not meet the health insurance deductible this year (my mother’s idea) so I’m not very excited about the extra day we have because of leap year.

First of all Happy Birthday to my loyal reader and bestie, Heidi!!!

I think my mom actually jinxed October for me by texting me to “stay safe and keep ER trips to a minimum.” I should warn you though because as you read this I’m sure you’ll ask yourself how does this happen? But let me remind you this is the same girl who said the wrong confirmation name (I’m stuck with Virgina for the rest of my life) and the same one who almost got stuck in Mexico illegally (I’m still missing a shoe from that one).

Good thing I washed the bruise off before the ER

My coworkers and I had been planning a Halloween cruiser ride in Denver for almost the entire month of October, the route, the bars, the costumes. I wanted to go as Ke$ha but the group wanted to do a Zombie theme so I combined the two and ended up more like Domestic Abuse Ke$ha than Zombie Ke$ha (but more on that later). The day before I found one of the mechanics, Owen* to ride on the tandem bike with me, he offered to drive which is great because as Wayne will tell you I’m not the best tandem driver even when I’m sober (in my defense it was just a small tree we ran into). I brought the tandem into work along with some amazing Halloween cupcakes, pumpkin with cream cheese frosting and mocha chocolate chip with vanilla bean frosting (I’ve been in a bake off with my manager). 

The re-vamped tandem

The guys in the shop really transformed the bike putting better handlebars, brakes, and a new seat and even outfitting it with stickers and little plastic babies (don’t ask). One of the best upgrades was moving the rear brake to the back handlebars on the left side, so it makes for a little more adventurous riding. Owen offered his floor space for people in Boulder to sleep on so we wouldn’t have to worry about driving home. Six of us met at his house to change, get ready and pregame (which is apparently not needed as much once you’re out of college). Anyways we got to the first bar and met up with the other 15 people who were already there. Well because of Owen’s costume (he went as Thor but didn’t realize they made adult size costumes) he didn’t have any place to put his ID or debit card. I put it with mine in my “Greece” clutch and put it in my purse along with my camera, glitter (I was Ke$ha), phone and almonds (a great way to ward off a hangover). Well after a few drinks at the bar I went up with a few other girls to take a shot when I asked someone to take our picture and at the same moment dropped the “Greece” clutch (which I only realized after getting to the 2nd bar and not being able to get in). At the 2nd bar not being able to get in and not knowing where the wallet was, Owen went back tot eh first bar to look for it and I offered almonds to anyone who might be able to produce my ID. No luck for either of us; and Owen took me back to his house to get his passport and put me on house arrest. Owen said that if I left he would never forgive me for leaving his house unlocked in Downtown Denver. Well what is a girl on house arrest to do except cook or clean? I did think about watching TV but being a girl renders me incapable of working more than 1 remote. Since we had made such a mess pregaming I figured I would do the dishes and then move onto the living room. I start washing and not two glasses in, one breaks on the counter. I manage to get my arm cut on loose piece, it’s not too bad, kinda bleeding but it doesn’t seem deep. I rig up a band aid out of cocktail napkins and get the blood to start clotting. I keep washing and do a pretty good job until I’m down to the last two plates. I move one over to the drying rack (which is much closer to the sink than mine) and manage to knock out not only a glass but a shot glass as well. The glass drops and shatters into the sink while the shot glass bounces once on the counter, once into the sink and then tumbles down the drain. Without thinking, I immediately reach in after it, like it would disappear if I didn’t grab it right away and cut my right arm on the way down. This one is a little deeper, some of the white fatty tissue is sticking out but I don’t have my wallet to walk to Albertson’s and get some band aids. I do my best to control the blood but it’s a losing battle. Every time I would wipe one drop up it seemed the other cut would bleed more out onto the floor creating a positive feedback cycle. I’m just glad I didn’t pass out because I was very anemic that day. I didn’t know really to do at this point so I decided to shower and at least keep the blood in one place and wash my make up off. After I get out the bleeding stops and I’m able to clean up the kitchen (or at least I think I do, Owen later tells me that I left blood everywhere). About and hour or so later Owen and his roommate come back after having one of the pedals on the tandem fall off and having to take a cab home. Owen thinks my cuts are pretty bad and maybe it’s all the time I’ve spent at hospitals (interning, not being a patient) but after no band aids are to be found I receded and to go the ER with him. Apparently when you show up with more than 1 cut and a boy they start assuming domestic abuse. It definitely didn’t help that my body was covered in bruises from running into things and mountain bike falls. I think they found it hard to believe that I had hit the coffee table that many times. They actually sent Owen home and told me I could call him when they were done. Since my cuts weren’t life threatening it took them about 6 hours to attend to me, and after 4 the nurse finally realized that Owen and I were not dating and she became a lot nicer about the situation. I got my stitches and called Owen to come get me. Then we had to go track down the tandem because the pedal fell off and the backseat was wobbly, so they locked it up on Colfax. Which is a pretty long street but I’m pretty sure Wayne would have killed me if I didn’t bring it home. Luckily we found it and it wasn’t in too bad of shape, besides the missing pedal and the wobbly seat.  I made Owen the rainbow cake after breaking 3 of his glasses, getting blood all over his house and almost getting him charged with domestic abuse, it was the least I could do.

Eat your heart out Martha Stewart.

My mom texted me that morning and asked “How was last night, did you have fun? Any trips to the ER?” I check the time and saw that she would be walking into church so I said “Super fun, and only a couple stitches.”

Not the same as riding through a herd of Buffalo

Since then I haven’t had any other major spills just your typical run into the desk, dresser and car door. But I’ve done more bike rides this month than in October. And I’m seriously considering putting in for the lottery for the Leadville 100 Mountain Bike Race, which is at 12,000 feet. So between my asthma and prone-ness to altitude sickness I might just die. But it would at least be a great way to go. Our house is right by some trails which makes it super easy to get out and ride. Yesterday was my third day in a row going. The first two days were pretty uneventful. But yesterday I went into a corner to fast and fishtailed on the way out and since my right leg isn’t as strong as my left still I couldn’t pull the bike back to the right and instead went careening off the trail hitting a rock and flipping over the handlebars. I scrapped up my knee, shin, back and bum and bent my front brake lever. I get up brush myself off and keep riding and what do you know but half a mile later I come within centimeters of running over a snake. The nice thing about mountain biking is there usually aren’t a lot of people around so no one could hear my shouting that “It wasn’t funny the first 17 times and it’s still not funny now.” End of November and I still have to put up with it. Geeze Louise.

*Names have been changed because my parents have done background checks on boys for far less. 

**Our mechanics are quiet qualified. I was the one who put the backseat on which is why it probably came loose. Don’t worry the mechanics barely let me touch my own bike, let a lone costumers.

I accidentally ran a marathon this past week. I’m not sure that statement has ever been uttered. Ever. Let me start at the beginning so you’ll know how I ended up in such a peculiar situation. 

Last February Molly and I had a skype date where we signed up for the Denver Marathon. We talked about how we would train and have so much fun doing it and it would be awesome. I figured it would be a great way to get back to running and maybe have some motivation to actually do it. I got cleared from my PT to start training for it, because of my busted leg. I started running, a little, but the weather was crappy and I could only handle the treadmill for about 20 minutes. Around March we thought we should sign up for a half marathon to help us stay on track with our training. 

Well that didn’t exactly happen because I stepped off a curb wrong at the beginning of May and had to spend about a week getting the swelling out and I stopped running. I scratched the half, but so did Molly, Barb, and Pat but we still got our t-shirts so it worked out.
I thought the training would pick up over the summer, but I only ran about 3-4 miles at a time. I’m not really a fan of running 10 min/miles, like at all. I’d through in occasional sprint work but my leg strength was still kind of lacking so not a whole lot. Much of my summer was like this and I went to see the Doctor at the end August and he told me I couldn’t run it, that my leg was still far too weak and a marathon was not in my near future. I accepted defeat and didn’t mind not feeling obligated to run for a while. I got the out I needed, the Doc said no. About 2 weeks ago I went to my parents for a few days and ended up running late at night for about and hour. That was actually the longest run I had done in the past 2 years and I was a wee bit sore the next day, and the day after, and after that. 


The weekend of the marathon I had to work on Saturday but got to cut out early, just because we weren’t busy, not because I had told my coworkers I was running a marathon the next day, because I figured I wouldn’t be. My plan was to just run until I couldn’t so I figured 8 miles would be good and then I’d call it a day. I even had strawberry shortcake the night before because I wasn’t going to be running the next day, especially if it was cold. 


The morning of we made our way over to the starting line and I told Molly that if she had to stop I would wait for her but if I needed to stop she should just keep going because I would probably tap out and find a medic tent. We started running and the nice thing about Molly is she is a really goo pacer because I usually just try to run really fast. We settled into a nice pace and around mile 3 I found an awesome sparkly purple headband which I sported the rest of the race (don’t worry at this point if it was infested with lice I’m pretty sure I’d be itching). We ran into Barb around mile 8, which was awesome. At mile 12 the course split for those doing the half and those doing the full. I was feeling pretty good so I told Molly I’d take the full turn with her and told her I just wanted to make it to Mile 17. Around mile 14 I wasn’t feeling too great but missed my chance to cut out at the half so kept going. I really wanted to make it to 17 too (I know such a random number, I’m sure somewhere in my subconscious there is a reason for it). I told Molly to go ahead I was going to take a walk break. At about mile 15 I saw the greatest thing in the world- people standing on the side of the street with a keg, handing out sole cups. Is this real life? I make my way over to grab one when of of the guys asks “Keg Stand?” At which point I thought when am I going to ever be running a marathon and get offered to do a keg stand-you have to know when to seize the opportunity right? So I did, not long, definitely nowhere near my record, but enough to at least call it a keg stand. I walked away with a solo cup full of PBR and decided either it would give me carbs and help me to to not feel anything or I would throw it all up and feel better so a win-win. I kept it down and it helped me to get to mile 17. I spent the next mile after that contemplating stopping while I choked down a GU pomegranate gel, yum! I somehow staggered into mile 18 and met up with a woman named Kerri, who was walking faster than I was able to run so I started walking with her. Misery loves company. We made it to mile 20 and at that point I figured, hey it’s only 6 more miles, that’s it? Ha well….it was actually the longest 6.2 miles of my life. I thought about stopping but didn’t want to leave this woman on her own. We talked about our injuries, she was battling back from a knee injury and I told her about my leg. She was a mom of 5 (!!!) and 2 of her kids were running the half, and her husband did the full. She grew up in Iowa and got her degree in mechanical engineering, lived in TN for 3 years and didn’t like it and now is in Colorado Springs. Trust me I got her whole life story. Somehow we were able to keep walking, moving and talking. We started jogging with about .60 miles left and crossed the finished line together and then went our separate ways. I hadn’t seen any of our group when I was headed towards the finish and figured they made their way back to the hotel so I started walking back to the hotel wrapped up like a burrito with a bottle of water when I heard “Kate!?!?!!” and looked and saw our group.

We Made it!!!

“Kate, you little shit! Did your run the whole thing? Ha, yah but I didn’t really mean too.
“We thought you headed back to the hotel after mile 17 and were taking a nap.” I wish.
I couldn’t really walk the next day, but neither could Molly so we went to a hot tub where would could actually bend our legs to stretch. On completing the marathon I learned a few things that people never mentioned about marathons so I thought I’d share my wisdom

That’s about all I got but if you need any real advice you should ask Molly, she is the textbook example, she trained, brought her own food, plenty of clothes, and said thank you to everyone who was cheering for us. The funny this is now that it’s over I actually want to train for one.


I thought I would add a little bit of my other adventures this week because as Paul David told me “All you do is talk about that car, you think you’d been hit by a freight train.” I think that’s his way of saying he likes my blog. So in other news…

Insulin shot not included.

On Tuesday night I made Colossal Diabetes cookies for one of my coworkers who is leaving. I baked oreo cookies inside chocolate chip cookies and then baked those inside Mississippi Mudpie brownies with marshmallows. I didn’t eat one (because I don’t like chocolate) but I heard it was amazing. And I’m going to believe it because when I took them to work I got a marriage proposal, a roommate request and a guy’s phone number. So I’m going to go with that they were pure awesomeness. And they had better been because I skipped knitting club to make them, but that’s another whole blog on stay at home moms needing a social outlet…

I also did a mountain bike night ride with some of my coworkers which was way too much fun probabaly because it was dark so it actually seems like you’re going faster than you actually are. I only suffered one crash when my back tire slid off a rock and I only remember sliding parallel into the ground – I scuffed up my elbow and got a couple of bruises and some grass stuck in my bike but that was about it, I’m just glad the guy behind me didn’t run me over because that might have made work the next day a little awkward. 

Those were the big things this week…and so far so good I am ER free!!!!

Good thing these are so common

I think I have put off writing this because I haven’t really wanted to admit that it’s October. See I’m not exactly a fan of October as it’s my highest rate of ER visits in one month. And I’m a little nervous to have it already be here. This is where you have to bare with me for a minute while I explain this abnormal fear.
See two years ago on October 20th, I destroyed my leg, to the point where it still gets stiff and sore. In that time I spent 2.5 months on crutches and another 5 in a walking boot while doctors tried to figure out exactly what was going on. For that entire time my foot looked like a huge club- it was so gross and the worst part was that my brain didn’t even know it was there (pretty neat, huh). I must say that one of the more entertaining parts of being on crutches was getting a bloody nose in Micheal’s (a pretty common store for moms, right? Not). I start dripping, more gushing and without thinking it through immediately clasp both hands to try and stop the blood, rendering me unable to move without my crutches looking like a murder scene. Somehow none of those women in line behind us had kleenex’s and the cashier only had one so I hobbled as fast I could out of there while informing them my blood on the floor was clean. Another thing that was mildly entertaining was to put a crutch out so someone would accidentally knock it while walking and have them immediately apologize and make sure I was okay. What can I say I got a little bored.

Then last year I made a minor trip to the ER in the middle of October, which really wasn’t that exciting at all. Then thinking I was home free when I reached October 21st and I was walking normal, unfortunately that was a little premature as October 28th was when I got ran over by a car, well not so much over as I went over the car but more ran into. Thus requiring hot firemen to respond and a very attractive neck collar, which my neck marinated in for the next 6 hours, and my 2nd trip to the ER in 2 weeks. Maybe one year I won’t meet my health insurance deductible…..

So you can see why I’m a little apprehensive coming into this month. I made it through the first couple of days without really thinking much about it. But then on October 4th, a car decided to be a jerkface and play chicken with me. It wasn’t bad and I just kind of toppled over, well I was so mad I didn’t exactly have control over what I yelled out and can only image what the construction workers thought as this little girl picked up her bike, dusted off her legs, and screamed profanity after profanity at this driver- Only to wave at them when I rode off. My thoughts leaving the scene were If only my mother could see me now, she would definitely take a whole bar of soap to my mouth. The crash wasn’t bad, minor scratches, a bent hood (easily fixed), a scratch on the rear derailleur and that was about it, no flare up of PTSD- so pretty minimal. One of the mechanics was kind enough to help me to clean up my bike and went through the entire drive train (for a small fee of a 6 pack- (Mom and Dad that’s the charge to the liquor store I swear)). So I guess it worked out.

I realize that this is such a minor thing and it could have happened any day, I really do. But like I told Wayne I went to a liberal arts college where they taught me critical thinking (and yes he rolled his eyes). If you look at the calender, the 4th, 20th, and 28th form a perfect diagonal- all that is missing is the 12th (whomp whomp). I know this is a little insane thinking, like psychic readings, or tarot cards (and no I haven’t done those) and I’m sure DF would have choice words about me relying on some random patter to dictate my life but if it means the only day I have to worry about is the 12th, I’ll take it. 

Sick New Whip!

In other random biking news I bought a new bike. It’s a real beaut! Robin’s egg blue, fenders, leather accents, and a coffee cup holder!!!!!!! Basically I’ve come to realize that the amount of money I’ll save in gas I will probably be spending on coffee because it’s sooo cool. So cool that today when I was riding and hit a bump the coffee I had in there jumped out and went all over the road. So not to look unhip I rode to another shop and got a new cup to replace it just to look awesome (Plus I needed it.) Ha, it’s pretty sweet though and one nice thing about about getting hit by a car is that it made me ride a bike just to ride a bike. I’m not spending hours analyzing data or looking over new routes or how to improve my average speed or up my max HR but actually to just cruise along – it’s quiet nice.


And in other related biking news I’ll tell you this story of this guy I had come into the shop the other day. He was looking for a 500 dollar bike and I somehow managed to sell him a 2600 dollar bike. After the transaction was complete he asked me how long I had been working there, I said July- but then not wanting him to think I had no idea what I was talking about mentioned that I worked in a shop during college too. To which he replied, “Oh? You went to college? Well the economy is pretty tough right now to find a job.” To which I wanted to reply that actually I make above minimum wage so like my brother says, college has made me above the minimum. But instead I just said, “Yah and I’m choosing to work here” Beotch. 
I should probably cut this off as Wayne said it’s way toooo long for him to read it at this point. Hopefully I can post in November (fingers crossed!) And whatever may happen this month at least I didn’t buy titanium spoons (Dave). 

I honestly don’t know where this summer has gone. Some days it still feels like I’m sitting in the courtroom awaiting the trial and other times it’s such a distant memory it doesn’t even feel real. I kept meaning to blog sooner but one thing or another happened and then I kept pushing it back. And then I wasn’t in an upbeat mood and didn’t want to sound too much like a Debbie Downer and I probably would have push it back more but I’m trying to get at least one done a month so – just in the nick of time! 

The trial was interesting because it wasn’t really. The morning of, as we were sitting in the courtroom the guy plead guilty. Just like that the whole thing was over. I was grateful for it and yet part of me wanted everyone to know exactly how much pain this guy had caused. I’m not sure I would have handled testifying though, but one of the bonus of having parents who are lawyers was that they were able to drill question after question and prepare me for the defense. I’m not sure I would have wanted to relive the whole ordeal though because at this point I only have flashbacks of moments or events but I’ve never actually had to relive the whole thing at this point which is probably a good thing.
Because he plead out I actually got to share what I thought would be a fair punishment. He had other charges against him so on top of this he will see up to 2 1/2 years in the state pen and he had to write a letter of apology to me. I know what that letter is probably going to say (and if you really want to know you can ask my parents)- it’s not really going to be a heartfelt apology, but it actually had to go through the probation officer so I know it won’t be a bashing filled rant either. I didn’t so much want the apology as I wanted physical proof that there was a reason I went crazy, that it wasn’t just all in my head. I mean maybe it was but it feels better knowing that there is actually a solid piece of paper saying it was his fault. But like I said I haven’t been in a good enough place to read it yet and I’m not sure I will ever be – but stay tuned. 
An ironic twist on the day was that my road bike finally arrived at Molly’s house. See I had it since May but left it at Landry’s Bike Shop to have them ship it out to me. . .well it kind of got lost in the shuffle for a while- but I was actually grateful that it didn’t come sooner. I’m not sure I would have been ready to ride it before court. In my mind I some how came up with the thought that if I was riding again and got hit the defense would be able to pin it on me that getting hit twice would make both of them my fault-it would be my riding capabilities and not the crack head who actually didn’t see me and crossed in front of me. So I didn’t ride until I got home from MA. But let me tell you I definitely missed it- I mean mountain biking is all fun and good but you can’t go bombing down a hill at 55 mph and not die. That’s not to say that I don’t read every license that drives by and I still don’t wear a heart monitor for that very reason. Because well it would kill my average HR every time a car drives by and causes it to spike up. 

I also don’t wear a heart rate monitor because I don’t want to know what my heart is doing when I see a snake because I know very well it’s abnormally high. See I have this ridiculously abnormal fear of these creatures, I mean pure ridiculousness. To give you an example in high school my mom had to go through my biology book and cover every picture of a snake with a post-it to prevent an ill fated event of flipping to a page with a picture of one on it to disrupt the class. I’m not sure if I was born with this innate fear or if it stems from finding fake snakes in my bed and getting them thrown on me when I was playing in the yard. (In their defense I did use to make Molly cry and bite Frank hard enough to draw blood, so I guess you could say I had it coming.) Regardless of how it got there- it’s there. I can remember every snake I’ve ever had to encounter- getting drug through Reptile Gardens when I was 5, a blue razor outside of the case when I was 9, riding my bike out by 7-11 when I was 16, hitting one with my car when I was 18. . .I mean it goes on and on. Last summer I saw a total of 4 snakes while I was riding my bike and fortunately didn’t run over one. That’s why in comparison this summer has been out of control. I’ve already ran over 3 and I’ve seen 27. That number is including dead snakes but only the ones that remain intact enough to realize what it is. I almost expect one now when I’m riding and it helps to occupy my mind looking for snakes rather than focusing on the cars whizzing by.

He Who Shall Not Be Named

Part of me knows that the increase of snakes out is due in part to global warming, but DF must have gotten to me because I started taking them as a sign and decided to look and see what the meaning behind a snake is. My only real knowing of what a snake stands for comes from Adam and Eve and Harry Potter- not exactly the most factual based.

I started doing some digging- well actually just ran into a book at Border’s but still. I took a picture with my phone (because I finally upgraded my phone to be able to do that) so I wouldn’t forget. So even though the snake is associated with being the evil vector that women use to tempt man and cause him to stray from the straight and narrow path of ascetic virtue– it actually has a completely different meaning too. 

The serpent is also a symbol of regeneration, reincarnation, and of healing powers- who knew right? The physical characteristics of the creature that give it this reputation include shedding its skin and continuing to pulsate after it appears to be dead- it’s also a long lived animal, so I’ve got that going for me. It’s also seen twinning up the healing rod of Asclepius and of Hygeia, the Greek Goddess of health. Also in the Caduceus, which is almost universally accepted as the primary symbol of the healing arts, has two serpents coiling up it. After reading  that I’ve found a new respect for the slimy creature (I hear that they’re not actually slimy but never actually touched one to see for myself). I told this to Molly about how the snake is maybe actually a sign of new life and she replies “So you’re running over your new life with your bike?” Well that’s one take on it I guess.

I’m not sure exactly what it all means, if anything, but I’m all for taking it as a sign of new life. I mean it can’t hurt, and hopefully running them over with my bike doesn’t squander my new life too much, but I suppose only time will tell.

I wrapped up my racing season with a nice slog through the mud. Don’t worry you didn’t miss much as the extent of my racing season contained Tri for the Cure and the Muddy Buddy. Tri for the Cure went well, it’s really more of an event than a race as I finished 5th in my age group but still managed to run 9 min/miles– if that gives you an idea of the compeition. I took off time from my bike from when I did it 2 years ago and finished 47th out of 2400 on the bike so I’m hoping to come back next year and win when my leg lets me run 6min/miles and I don’t have a panic attack in the water. 

Almost to the finish line!

The Muddy Buddy was awesome! Molly and Barb did it as a team and dressed up as a “Mudder/Daughter” team- it was pretty cute. Barb put flowers on her helmet and wore a skirt and apron and accessorized with a rolling pin. Wayne and I were a team, and while we didn’t win, we almost took the costume contest with Wayne dressing up as Warren Jeffs and I was a child bride. Running in a dress, not fun. Beating boys in a dress, fun. 
That’s been the extent of my life so far- I hope that this isn’t too Debbie Downer the trial definitely wore on me and I’m not quiet at the closure point I was hoping that I would be after it but I’m getting there- or at least my shrink says so! 

Disclaimer: Molly is not as horrible as this blog makes her out to be.

Okay, so I definitely realize that it’s been a while. While I would like you tell you that my life has been so titillating that I couldn’t even take a minute out that would be a complete lie. I basically just stopped June, it’s almost like it didn’t exist, because well I felt like I didn’t exist. Honestly I didn’t do anything. I rode my bike a total of 5 times, 5 times in 30 days- I used to ride 6 out of 7 days. That’s quiet a sorry statistic. But I also felt like I needed it. When I had about 3 weeks left of college my Russian tutor and I were practicing some vocab and he asked me the next time I was going to relax, and my answer was “в месяц” which means “in one month” which he laughed at. It’s so true at college you literally don’t stop, there is always more you can be doing, if you do take a break it’s almost like you feel guilty for not doing something. I feel like it almost took me a whole month to decompress, to get back to sleeping a solid 8+ hours a night, to start not feeling guilty about reading a good book, to actually sit and watch TV without trying to multitask with other reading or problem sets. It felt good to put the pause button on. But that wasn’t exactly my intention when I left college. Ha

I actually took a “research job” in Arizona. I say research job loosely at this point. I was told that there would be plenty of mountain bike trails around the place I would be staying. Little did I know that those trails weren’t actually maintained by local bike shops or the IMBA (international mountain bike association) no no no, these trails were maintained by 12 year old drug runners. And well most of the trails were actually out of commission due to the fires that are thought to be started by said drug runners. They also failed to mention that I would be living in Mexico, without much chance of returning without jumping the fence (don’t worry, they knew a great place to do it). So realizing that the headlines would not be kind to a naive American student who disappears or gets shot and not wanting to create an international crisis because let’s be serious Hilary has enough on her hands these days. I got the heck out of dodge! 

When life hands you lemons. . .

I began moseying my way back home. I stopped at the Grand Canyon and found out it was cheaper to ride my bike in than drive in. So I did, I figured I’d save money and be environmentally friendly while getting a workout in (the hill up seemed a lot shorter when I was driving it). Plus the money I saved I used to buy my Godfather a mug at the gift shop (maybe now he’ll start reading this *cough *cough). I went to the first two lookouts and then realized the next 17 would probably look the same so I rode back out and loaded up my bike and drove out. My original plan was to go to Crested Butte for some serious mountain biking the next day but I didn’t quiet make it that far and instead stopped at my family’s summer cabin and rode around there. It’s a lot different riding at 12,000 feet elevation than at sea level (i.e. sucking major air). I was back in Boulder a lot sooner than I thought I would be, but I didn’t hate it. 

When I was there looking for a job and catching up on the Housewives of New Jersey, Molly found out about a ride in Colorado Springs called the Starlight-Spectacular. I was planning on heading home that day, but who can pass up a 22 mile ride at midnight in Garden of the Gods? Not this kid. Especially since it was a contest to see who could come up with the best costume and lighting scheme. We thought were were on top of our game by coming up with a pirate theme. We thought it was awesome until we got there and realized these people take their costumes very very seriously. We know next year to step up or game.

In honor of Johnny Depp

The ride was amazing though. I was able to pawn a road bike off of Wayne’s girlfriend, which helped immensely to shed 20 pounds from my riding my MTB bike. And since it wasn’t a race Wayne and I did an extra lap in the Garden before we headed out to the rest of the ride through Colorado Springs and Old Colorado City. It was a loop where we went back through the Garden and then finished on the other side of the visitors center. My front light went out with about 4 miles left and I was left with only the blinking light on my back. By this time most of the group was spread out and I was left pretty much alone in the Darkness. Without being able to see you really have to trust the feel of the road and being connected to the bike. It was amazing to look up at these huge rock formations that were illuminated by only the moonlight. It definitely felt extra-terrestrial, which you know I’ve had so many of those experience to compare it to. 

 I drove home so that the next weekend I could do the Big Mick. I rode my bike once that week at a trail in the Black Hills, which let me tell you definitely is nothing like the East Coast. The trails at home are much longer and usually a giant loop, where on the EC most of the space is condensed and you still have 9 miles of trail but only on 2 square miles. It was cool as the landscaped changed so much going from pine trees and descending down into a field of aspens, going through multiple streams and going up steep grades only to go screaming down on the other side (the screaming reference isn’t meant that I screamed, but someone could). So I did that, and then the Big Mick came. This is actually my 3rd year doing it but only my 2nd year where I’ve actually officially been in it under my name. It was actually strange because the day before I was driving Barb and her brother up to Lead since they were doing the 100 mile and we stopped on the way at a little restaurant basically in the middle of nowhere because Barb’s brother had left his jacket there the night before. We walked in and let me tell you this guy can make conversation with anyone, so while I’m in the bathroom he strikes it up with these 2 guys. These two guys actually turn out to be looking for a ride to Lead, but they have two bikes they need to take up. Well we do have a bike rack and we are going to Lead. It turns out that these guys were trying to ride the whole trail from Lead to Edgemont and back up to Lead, in one day- that’s more than 200 miles. Well they called it quits at this bar and weren’t sure how they would get back up there. So we loaded them up and continued our adventure. It actually turns out one of the guys used to live in Worcester, which just shows how much of a small world it is. 

The group after the ride- everyone made it!

The Big Mick was good, one of Barb’s friends decided to do it on a whim so I rode with her for a while starting out. I know her not that well but well enough, so when I saw my first snake, not wanting her to think I was crazy because if anything it was only a little bigger than a worm, I couldn’t freak out. So I remained as cool as a cucumber on the outside while my stomach did flips on the inside. I got past that one only to have another one a mile later go right under my tires. Oh I squirmed but once again did not want the crazy card to get pulled so like England did, I kept calmed and carried on. It worked out because I couldn’t internalize running over a snake like I usually do and really freak out. But it also helps being on a MTB because you don’t quiet feel the thump thump as on a road bike. What’s really ironic about that is on the way up I was telling them that in the 2 years I have ridden it, I’ve never seen a snake. I tell ya God has quiet the sense of humor, and I will be sharing some words with him, eventually. The rest of the ride went off without a hitch, probably because of all the licorice I loaded up on and took to go in one of the rest stops (Thanks Denise!)

Mile 16- the best rest stop!

After the big Mick I started running more, as I have signed up for a marathon in October, I could probably start another blog about how that training is not going. But after not running for so long, and being able to go so fast on the bike (my top speed is 52.8mph, I’m still looking for a hill to break that speed) running seems soooo slow. But that’s okay the marathon will be really fun because a lot of people will be doing either the half or the full, so at least I’ll be in good company with sharing the misery. 

I still haven’t gotten back on the road really, I’m working on it, but we’ll see. I’ll have you know that I have lent Machine Gun Kelly to my dad, as a hope to spur him into riding. If anyone can, MGK can get the job done. But we’ll see. I’ll also tell you that I have not named any of my other bikes so far. Because once you name something you definitely get attached to it. Like when I left Petzel (my waterbottle) on an airplane, I came close to causing a National Security issue. I can only imagine the hysteria I would have been in had I named my road bike. I should also let you know that one reason I decided to blog now, is court got moved to later this week, so you know I didn’t want to load you down with a whole novel about everything next week. But I’ll let you know how it goes. I don’t really want to say anything incriminating about what will happen to the guy if the jury finds him not guilty, so I’m hoping for the best. So that’s where I’m at not too exciting most of the days, now I watch the Tour de France and count that as my ride. Which for those of you who haven’t been watching you missed a couple of epic crashes in the past few stages. One rider was seriously taken out by a car(!?!?!) A car, on a race course. Which leads me to believe there is little hope for us mere mortals. But at least I’ve already gotten that out of the way. 

This guy has my back. Be jealous.

I’m not sure if I believe in fate, or that Thanatos has my back, but it almost seems like I should. The day I got hit, October 28th my whole ride I was cursing HC and basically coming up with an escape plan that included getting in my car and driving home. Spending 9 hours in the hospital that day derailed that plan pretty quickly. I also found out something odd during study break when I probably should have been studying Russian, but after my tutor informed me that even if I was one credit short I could still walk (real confidence booster there), so the pressure was off. Anyways I found out that October 28th is also St. Jude’s feast day. Now for those of who didn’t have a grandmother who made you read about the saints every time you wanted a cookie let me fill you in. St. Jude is the patron saint of desperate causes and lost causes. Let me tell you, I have a couple of those. It’s a bit of an odd coincidence. Not only that but on April 28th I finally ordered my new bike without realizing it was the 6 month mark. On May 28th I’ll be leaving HC for good, and on June 28th I’ll be back out to testify. Maybe I’m just reading too much into it, like people do with the Mayan calendar (Mary Clair). But it does seem odd that for 3 months in a row, the date lines up with the original date that started so many changes. 

Clearly not who I was writing about