Sunday, April 06, 2014

Bike week

I waited for weeks for Tuesday's bike fit appointment, giddy with anticipation yet simultaneously convinced that my comfortable, happy cycling days were over.

Tuesday went well. Wednesday's ride was not so great. Saturday's ride was much better. And today's ride was too.

Saturday was also an excellent day for a little ride with some princesses.
Because everyone needs a tutu to match her bike!
I did not ride the metric century with my friends, but there was nothing in the ride rules that said I couldn't ride a little bit, then turn around. Which is exactly what I did. Score one for being a responsible adult. Turning around was really hard. But it was a beautiful day to be outside. And I am incredibly grateful I could be out on two wheels.

I'm riding carefully: low mileage, in the little gear, and not a lot of hills. My saddle position is better, but the changes this fitter made to my clear positioning are going to take some adjustment. Overall, though, I feel pretty good. Good enough to already be planning an end-of-the-day ride tomorrow.

Sunday, March 30, 2014

After midnight in a smokey bar

The bar is on Castro Street. We sat at the outdoor bar on the back patio so they could smoke. And the people watching is always better through the bluish haze of too many cigarettes and too much booze. As soon as we walked in, somebody asked our opinions on her ass versus his in skinny jeans. I declined their offers to grab their asses to get the best comparison.

Saturday, March 29, 2014


This is my current favorite photo. It's from a really uncomfortable test ride a few weeks ago.
It's also my best motivator to get to spin class when I'd rather not be inside. I have what will hopefully be my last bike fit appointment on Tuesday, and then I hope I'm comfortably and wrist-pain-free rolling again.

In the meantime I'm testing out new bike shorts on the spin bikes. I'm putting together the parallel Cinderella ride I'll be riding because I can't complete the full ride with my girlfriends. And I'm waiting. Anxiously waiting to ride again.

Monday, March 24, 2014

This really shouldn't need to be said out loud

It's not OK to use the word clusterf**k repeatedly in a document circulated to all your colleagues, even if you change the f to a ph. Well, maybe you work in the p0rn industry. Or the military. I do not work in either of those industries. And yet the first document I opened this morning had that word used four times. In two pages. Really.

Writing a policy that explicitly excludes the F-bomb and all its variants from work communications seems ridiculous, but it would be fun to write.

Friday, March 21, 2014

The gym chronicles

Scene: the gym, early in the morning, next to the spin studio. Your fearless athlete was attacking her piriformis with a baseball, while a trainer and his client stretched on the next mat.

The music from spin class takes an 80s electronica turn

Me: "they really need a strobe light."

Trainer: "you know they're doing lines in there."

Thursday, March 20, 2014

Breaking up is hard to do

For the past five months, I've lined up outside my new-ish neighborhood running store to meet one of their employees for a Wednesday evening walk. For the past five months, the walk has gone pretty much un-advertised, and we were the only participants. Then last week the running shop employee was transferred to their other store.

So, while it's a great running shop with some awesome events, they clearly don't have interest right now in supporting a walk group. And last night I had to tell them that, and suggest that they put the group on hiatus until they figure out if they want to keep the group, and how to make it more than a group of one.

So let's review: my foot hurts, I can't ride my bike, and I just broke up with my walking group. Or maybe we're just on a break? I'm not really sure. In any case, great things are happening and life is good, but I feel like I'm caught in a bit of a tale of woe. Anybody want to go for a swim? Bueller? Bueller?

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Maybe I should just take up knitting*

*With thanks to Beth for this inspiration.

I think I'm falling apart a little this spring. My foot is sore. My cranky piriformis has been really angry, and my not-yet-stellar bike fit has spurred a saddle sore or two. So I'm not riding, and I'm not really walking either. I am spinning, and I've even visited the pool a few times lately, so all is not lost. But I think I can wave goodbye to my first-weekend-of-April metric century. I was looking forward to dressing up my bike in a feather boa. Sigh.

There are silver linings to all this: a new massage therapist, and some really painful (but super effective) work on my tuchus has mostly undone a year's worth of piriformis pain. I am thrilled. I'm also a little humbled. Really, why didn't anybody tell me, way back in 1996, that all the exercises I was doing to rehab my knee after surgery should be a daily part of my routine for the rest of my life. I've now gotten the message, and I'm daily working to get stronger. Yay.

On the bike-fit front, my awesome fitter (really, Bay Area, check her out) fears she's done as much as she can do to help me. After a few months of tweaking my saddle and still being uncomfortable, she's passing me on to some equally stellar folks in the East Bay. Hopefully, they can assess why I'm putting pressure on all the wrong points of my saddle, and help me fix it. And maybe they can see me sooner than the beginning of April. Fingers crossed.

In the meantime, I've been busy. I visited sunny Southern California.

I hung out with my favorite band last night.

And I've spent some time marveling at beauty of spring. It's been pretty, and I'm trying to be OK with seeing more of it on two feet than on two wheels.