I've been working hard to train up for a century ride this August. It will be here before you know it! Support my ride by sponsoring me today! I've been planning on making it easy this year and just riding the 100 miles in one day and being done with it. It's been a long year. But...if I raise $1500 I WILL ride the full 150 miles in 2 days. I'll do it for people with MS! And I'll do it because of you!
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Wow. I'm already registered for 2017. Just like that. You can already donate. It's not even 2017 yet! How is this possible, you ask? Why, just go to the link here: DONATE!
I want to change things up a bit. It's been 16 years. If I were an infant when I started biking for MS, I could drive a car now while biking for MS. Yup. Time to do something different. Not sure what yet, though. More on that to come. You are just going to have to stay tuned to find out what that is.
Ankeny Wildlife Refuge
The Willamette Valley blessed us all this year with its perfectly mild weather, ample sunshine and low winds. I headed out early Saturday morning, in the company of the century riders even though I had no ambitions to ride 100 miles.
I really enjoyed the rest stop at the refuge. I missed it last year, and really felt like I missed out. This years’ ride jersey highlighted the refuge, so I wanted to make sure to take some time to enjoy it this time around.
A line of bikes taking a rest
Early on, some vandals moved the ride signage so a large group of us, including support vehicles went off track! We pedaled in the wrong direction for several miles before the SAG drivers figured out the error. A lot of riders were frustration and angry. I was pretty happy to be in the company of others. I can’t count how many times I’ve gone off track completely alone!
tasty lunch!
The worst part of the ride was when I separated from all the century riders to do my 83. That entire stretch until met up with them again was uphill, with a steady, penetrating headwind. That stretch was also pretty desolate, I only saw maybe one other rider for an hour. But then I got to the lunch stop and it was amazing! While I miss the camaraderie of the sandwich team that used to prepare our lunches for so many years in a row, this fancy catered food was a treat! We had Korean style marinated and grilled chicken, jasmine coconut rice salad, and summer veggie pasta salad. It was all incredibly good and I wanted to eat more and more even though my belly said, “NO!”
Some of the Salem drivers shocked me. Some honked and one yelled, very clearly, out the window as he passed, “Get off the road, asshole!” This was while I pedaled on a marked and divided bike lane. I wanted to ask them what decade, what century, they thought they were living in. Bikes are everywhere whether you agree with it or not.
The token Salem Sno-Kone
I didn’t see Bryan all day, who was driving SAG support on the family route, which didn’t intersect with mine. I also didn’t run into any Slugfish until the very end. The 2nd day made up for that.
Bryan and his SAG wagon at the distillery
The 2nd day was a much more social ride. I ran into Bryan at every stop. I pedaled with at least one or two Slugfish the entire time. I didn’t feel like riding at all, so I stayed at the rest stops for an inordinately long amount of time. I was so disinterested that after the first rest stop, I was 98% ready to call it quits. For some reason, I kept going and finished the route. The highlight of the 2nd day is always stopping at the distillery. We were treated with coffee-liquor ice cream cups. Yum! Towards the end we were showered with a little drizzle. It was just enough rain to remind us how happy we were that we didn’t have to ride in the rain. I also got stung by a bee on my calf. The rest of the ride was pretty good, and then it was time to take down the tent and be finished with another year.
Look! I'm on the list! That's me!
It was a good year for fundraising. In 2015, thanks to my mom's help, I raised so much money I got in the top 100! I got "yellow" numbers and was highlighted on charts of Top Fundraisers around the camp. I felt really proud of having those yellow numbers, even though it was my mom who did the leg work on this one.
Post-ride hurrah! Medal and all!
Check out my donor Thank You letter. It really has been an amazing year; an amazing 15 years.
This year's bike MS crept up pretty quickly. I have just 3 weeks to go! I am incredibly grateful and excited about how many donations I've gotten so far. Every year I am amazed, but this year I am especially happy. What I am sad about is this years' Facebook thanking process. No one has mentioned anything to me, but I worry about overloading my Facebook feed thanking people who have donated. It is a super awesome thing to do, and everyone who contributes deserves recognition, I have no problem with that. It's just that not everyone has the means to give, and not everyone has the energy to focus on my own cause. We all have our causes and passions, and I imagine a daily reminder of my cause could appear repetitive and annoying to those not involved. This year I decided to focus all my gratitude on my facebook page, instead of my personal feed. I asked everyone I am connected with to "like" my page, so those interested could stay in touch. Since then, I've posted every day. Facebook allows me to see the reach of each post, and it's been interesting. Of those posts that no one interacts with (the reach is multiplied with activity), the most popular posts are photographs. However, my thank you's have practically zero reach. I post them at peak login times, and they just aren't seen. This method isn't working. I want people to know I am thankful. I want them to know that this is really important.
I am registered for Bike MS in Oregon! This is the ride of the year. This is what it is all about. I’ll be riding with Team Slug Fish again this year. Since I finished at $1820 last year, my goal for 2016 is to raise over $2000. I am pretty sure I can do it! Especially with the help of people like you! I also hope to ride a full 150 miles, in honor of how a started the ride 15 years ago; riding the "MS 150". I haven't actually ridden the full 150 miles in the last few years. With your support to motivate me, I think I can do it.
I have a whole page devoted to my ride and fundraising here. Check it out!
I'm riding my first week-long tour in 2015. It's been decided! I'm riding Cycle Oregon – The Best Bike Ride in America. Check back to more updates and info about training soon to come! Cycle Oregon
Still the best ride ever, 2011’s Reach the Beach did not disappoint. I rode with a group of friends at all different riding levels. A drizzly, cooler ride this year, and still the best.
I can’t find a previous blog I wrote about this ride, but I’m sure I did somewhere. It was a magical day. I forgot my sunglass and bought a new pair at the start line. How convenient that they were sold there! They turned out to be one of the best pairs of sunglasses I ever had. Zoe and I started out together and quickly picked up the other 2 dudes in the photo. I don’t remember who they were, but we ended up pacelining together almost the entire ride. We all rode at complimentary paces, which is hard to find! There we a few stretches that randoms added to out caboose, making our line 20 people long at one point. Amazing day!
This ride is a fundraiser for The American Lung Association, and remains to this day my favorite route of all time!
The Strawberry Century! June 11, Zoe, baby Elliott and Elliot's Grandma set out for Lebanon (known for it's early strawberry season). We began the ride with Zoe pulling Elliott in a Burley trailer. This proved to be tough, as Elliott couldn't calm down and Zoe slowed by at least 4 mph. I promised to pull Elliott too, but it looked tough, he did kick from side to side making the trailer swerve. I can't imagine the weight myself, with him being nearly 30 pounds and the trailer too. We eventually put the trailer up and let Grandma handle him, where he fell asleep with a little country music and the lullaby of the internal combustion engine. Zoe and I were pretty evenly paced, except she had a steady cadence and when I got tired I sprinted forward in hopes to reach a stop sooner. I missed riding with her, she is a good cycling partner and shares the same health goals I do. The ride itself was fantastic. We went from Lebanon to Sweet Home to Brownsville and back to Lebanon. We passed calming streams, rivers, lakes, and parks. The lush greenery enticed me to hang out in this area more, though I couln't come up with any other justification other than its beauty. We looped around a lake that was dark and lustrious and crossed many bridges with whitewater below. The roads were wet from the rain and the grasses extra green, but we only got dumped on for about 10 minutes. At about 63 degrees all days and lightly drizzly, I could have had warmer clothes on. My legs did struggle with getting warm, not that I felt cold, but I think pedalling would have been easier in a little more warmth. Most of the roads were smooth, roadkill free, and clean. Traffic was at a minimum, and all who passed us were very curteous. Some overly so--almost like we gave them thier one chance to drive European. The riders were a happy bunch, too. We were in the late groups, but even so we were rarely alone. It was a big group, I expected only 100 to register, but a volunteer told me this year's numbers were in the 400s. We saw many varieties of birds, including one so huge we weren't really sure what it was. It didn't look at all like an Eagle, I thought hawk when I saw it. Zoe thought maybe a really big crow. After talking to Nadine, she mentioned she saw vultures so perhaps it was a vulture. Our one curous sighting was a lone mouse, standing on the side of the road. It may have been in shock, but it seemed like it just wanted to hang out, watching the cyclists pass. The finish concluded with a strong headwind that got the better of me. Without that, the ride would have been too easy. Both Zoe and I had to stand on our bikes the last 15 miles from sore bottoms. The padding in my shorts soaked up the rain making the last bit unpleasant down there. Zoe had some considerable neck and back pain, surely from pulling the Burley. I have a new respect from those who tote thier kids on long rides. We changed and enjoyed a generous helping of strawberry shortcake. Yummy! We could not have done the ride without Nadine to be our personal sag and take care of Elliott. I am amazed (and thankful!) she spent the day in a car following bikers and finished with a smile on her face. I guess I'd have to be a Grandma to understand, but she sure is nice! I would do this ride again in a heartbeat! I hope to go again next year and break down and buy the cute little strawberry cycling socks! 9:02AM start, 6.57 elapsed time (5.22 ride time) 73.84 mi, av 13.7 mph (official brochure calculated 71 mi) av HR 131, max 175
approximate accent/decent 1850' start to sag #1: accent 869', decent 550' at 990'/hr sag#1 to finsih: accent 990', decent 1350' at 1090'/hr
My STP adventure began Thursday evening when I dropped my bike and luggage off at the Amtrak station. Afterwards I biked over to the Hollywood Theatre to watch first ever MS 150-sponsored movie night. A group of MS 150 Coordinators showed up, promoting the ride and handing out buttons. We watched “Breaking Away” from 1979. It was a subtle and wonderful film. Before the movie the lead coordinator talked and showed us a film from last years ride that brought me to tears! I boarded the TriMet bus bright and early Friday morning and then transferred onto the train. I had a pleasant ride up to Tacoma, with nice overcast views of the area. Many passengers were also going to the STP. They were easy to spot, with their bike jackets and jerseys, ride day tee shirts, and helmets. I felt so incognito, with only my conservative bike fleece to give me away. The rain fell heavily when I got off the bus in Tacoma. A headache started to brew from not drinking enough water. The water I brought to drink had floatie chunks and I dared not to drink it. My aunt Geri picked me up and we drove to her family’s huge house in Puyallup. I rested my headache away at their house while they ran errands. For dinner, the 4 of them treated me at a cute Italian restaurant owed by the family of one of my cousin Emerald’s friends. The food tasted divine and the service was fabulous! I choose my meal based on the waiter’s recommendation. I ate chicken piccata with artichokes, sun dried tomatoes, and an Italian sauce over fettuccini. It hit the spot, but put me directly to sleep. I slept all evening, making myself the unexciting guest. Geri woke up at 4:30 Saturday morning to drive to the start line in Seattle. With all the traffic, I still didn’t get to the start until 6:00. When I tried to air up my tires, the gauge got stuck on my valve and I ended up blowing the tire trying to get it off! It was my first flat with this new bike, but luckily the event did not set the tone for the ride! I met up with Jo and Brian’s friends, Kenny and Michelle, before the ride. We started the ride off with another Denver couple and a friend of theirs from Seattle. It took me a while to get used to the bike traffic, and even longer to realize the group never really would spread out. It is hard to perceive 8000 people on bikes going the same place at the same time. I was pleased to find every rider to be courteous and alert on the ride. Although I expected the STP to be swamped with ‘hot-shot’ riders, it really was a ride just like all the others. There were babies pulled by trailers, tots on tag-a-longs, racing bikes, fat tire mountain bikes, families, tandems, triple tandems, quads, recumbents, tandem recumbents, home-made bikes, tricycles, big wheels, and a unicycle. Yes, someone rode 204 miles on a unicycle! I saw older folks, dressed up folks, chubby folks, and bikes so old I marveled at their functionality! The first day went pretty smoothly. The food was okay. Free handouts consisted mostly of fruit, Cliff Bars, and Ultima Drink. I am not a big Cliff Bar fan and I found the Cotton Candy-tasting Ultima drink repulsive. Luckily I did not need too much sustenance and I was able to buy Gatorade to drown out the Ultima taste. I rode a mph faster than I expected! I didn’t get really tired until mile 75. We rode from Seattle to Renton, then Kent, Auburn, Algona, Pacific City, Sumner, Puyallup, Spanaway, Yelm, Rainier, Tenino, Bucoda, and finally to Centralia. I slept overnight in Centralia. The place was allright, but I was not impressed with the organization. I got the feeling that there were too many people to make the facilities feel special. Several eating places had long waits or simply ran out of food. There were about 1/3 as many massage therapists as there could have been. Still, it was a beautiful night and I felt great! I woke up Sunday morning earlier than I wanted to. The sounds of riders getting ready penetrated my earplugs. I slept terribly. The night consisted mainly of frequent uncomfortable wakings and horrid nightmares. My butt complained agonizingly, but somehow I managed to get back on the bike. The first 10 miles I began to wonder how I would ever finish amongst all the soreness and fatigue. But, by mile 130, I knew I could do it! Sunday brought a light rain for several hours. I cut up a plastic divider sheet and strapped it to my handlebars with twisty ties to hold the ride map. It kept the map dry for the most part. One rest stop was hosted by high school FBLA members, to which I hollered out, “Hey, I used to be in FBLA!” They didn’t seem impressed. At the St. Helens rest stop I really caught my second wind. That one was hosted by band members and boasted popcorn. I blasted through the last 30 or so miles, passing rider after rider as I tireless pushed on. My driving force, knowing the faster I rode the sooner I’d get off the bike, kept me going. On the second day we rode through Chehalis, Napavine, Winlock, Vadar, Castle Rock, Lexington, Kelso, Rainier Oregon, Lindburg, St. Helens, Scapoose and then Portland, at last! I met up with Kenny and Michelle just before the finish and we wheeled into Portland together in a huge group of finishers. The after party yielded lots and lots of freebies, some yaki soba noodles and all things bike. I am now planning my riding goals for next year! Zoe, exhausted from Teething-baby sleeplessness, picked me up at the party and my night ended in delight. I did it, I rode not only farther than ever before, but faster than I ever thought possible. On top of that, my body felt fine! There is an amount of saddle-bottom soreness, but my muscles feel fine, even without a massage! I am now taking requests for people who want to ride with me next year!
DAY 1: start: approx. 7:15AM, 6.41 hrs. ride time, 10hrs. elapsed time distance: 100.2, av 15 mph DAY 2: start: approx. 6:45AM, 7.22 hrs ride time, 9hrs. elapsed time distance: 103.8, av 14 mph
I rode to work with Zoe this morning. She came to my place, then we biked downtown, accross northwest and then to the Tuality Geriatric Psychiatry Center via Cornell. The center is just past the Grande Lodge in Forest Grove. Also, note that this involved climbing the west hills! Whoo Hoo! I have to say that I felt pretty tired toward the end. I know I can do the STP, but man, I biked some 200 miles in the past 5 days and I am bushed. What is it going to feel like to bike that in 2 days? Ah, too late to worry now!I decided Hillsboro doesn't like cyclists. First some guy yelled at me. Then someone threw thier Big Gulp cup at me! It hit me in the head and then on the arm. I coulda died!! Anyway, I turned out okay and made it back home safely. Unfortunately, I went to the Waterfront Blues Festival afterwards and all that outside time left me with a little sunburn. Boo Hoo. The most exciting thing is that my maximum speed clocked at 43 mph. whoooooo! I felt like my eyeballs were going to pop out of my head! start approx. 8 AM, 54.37 mi, av 13 mph
Cold. Wet. Rainy. Chipseal. Flat. Lonely. Boring. Today's ride bummed me out. Sauvie Island hasn't changed. I took a wrong turn and ended up taking the bumpy ride that went to the nude beach instead of the nice happy loop. Bleah.The only thing that made today's ride worth while was following the last of the STP ride on the way back. Several hot pink markers, seemingly every couple of miles, marked the route. Not only that, but hot pink spray paint highlighted every bump, pothole, hill, railroad track and so on! It put me at ease about my worry of getting lost. I hope the whole route is equally well marked! start 8:35 AM, elasped time 4:43 56.46 miles, av 14.6 mph HR av 134, max 171
