Victory and aftermath
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pbrayHad a great time yesterday at the Prouty Cancer Ride/Walk. Stacey and I got an earlyish start, beginning the route at 7:45 AM and finishing up our 50 mile ride exactly four hours later. Thanks to everyone who supported me and helped raise money for this great cause.
The most amazing rider we saw was a cancer survivor with only one leg (the other had been removed at the hip), who was also riding the fifty mile course. He passed us on the road, then we caught up with him at a rest stop, and he then passed us again. From the moment we saw him, Stacey and I instituted a "no complaining" rule--how could we complain when we had two functioning legs?
Getting an early start proved wise as by the time we got back it was in the 80s, and the folks who were only just now starting were in for a hot ride.
It was a great day--they hit their max limit of 3,200 bikers, plus all the walkers and volunteers. And all along the route, people were there to cheer us on--one family had made a homemade banner that said "Thanks for riding!" and sat out in lawn chairs calling "Thank You!" as we passed by.
Returning home we cleaned up and then went out to a brewpub for a late lunch & beers. All was well until...
...I woke up this morning, and realized that I'd done something to the muscles in my back. Getting out of bed was an exercise in pain and logistics, and as I hobbled into the kitchen for coffee I knew I'd done something bad. The muscles spasms settled after Motrin and some moving around--best guess is that I'd strained some muscles lifting my bike on and off the bike rack on Stacey's car. (I normally put my bike in the back of my SUV, so I'm not used to lifting it up over shoulder height, and it's a heavy hybrid not a lightweight road bike.)
As of now I'm moving okay if carefully, and have once again vowed to work on upper body strength and abs, not just biking and aerobics. We'll see how long that resolution holds. But hopefully I'll be good enough to drive home-- it's about a 6 hour drive. If I get stuck, plan B is to crash with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jennifer_dunne's parents in Troy, which is roughly halfway.
Or I can just hang out in New Hampshire for another day or two, and continue to spoil the puppy.
The most amazing rider we saw was a cancer survivor with only one leg (the other had been removed at the hip), who was also riding the fifty mile course. He passed us on the road, then we caught up with him at a rest stop, and he then passed us again. From the moment we saw him, Stacey and I instituted a "no complaining" rule--how could we complain when we had two functioning legs?
Getting an early start proved wise as by the time we got back it was in the 80s, and the folks who were only just now starting were in for a hot ride.
It was a great day--they hit their max limit of 3,200 bikers, plus all the walkers and volunteers. And all along the route, people were there to cheer us on--one family had made a homemade banner that said "Thanks for riding!" and sat out in lawn chairs calling "Thank You!" as we passed by.
Returning home we cleaned up and then went out to a brewpub for a late lunch & beers. All was well until...
...I woke up this morning, and realized that I'd done something to the muscles in my back. Getting out of bed was an exercise in pain and logistics, and as I hobbled into the kitchen for coffee I knew I'd done something bad. The muscles spasms settled after Motrin and some moving around--best guess is that I'd strained some muscles lifting my bike on and off the bike rack on Stacey's car. (I normally put my bike in the back of my SUV, so I'm not used to lifting it up over shoulder height, and it's a heavy hybrid not a lightweight road bike.)
As of now I'm moving okay if carefully, and have once again vowed to work on upper body strength and abs, not just biking and aerobics. We'll see how long that resolution holds. But hopefully I'll be good enough to drive home-- it's about a 6 hour drive. If I get stuck, plan B is to crash with
jennifer_dunne's parents in Troy, which is roughly halfway. Or I can just hang out in New Hampshire for another day or two, and continue to spoil the puppy.
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Date: 2009-07-12 02:27 pm (UTC)May the pain go away. Far away.
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Date: 2009-07-12 02:38 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-07-12 04:14 pm (UTC)That was a great thing to do. I hope you feel better soon.
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Date: 2009-07-13 12:18 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-07-12 11:46 pm (UTC)Pain is not good. We don't like pain. Fee better!
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Date: 2009-07-14 03:07 am (UTC)My cycling partner Stacey also does the Diabetes Ride in Connecticut (Tour de Cure) which is in June. I didn't make it this year, but may consider it next year depending on how schedules work out.