Monday, June 29, 2009
As soon as I was out the door, I felt chilled. I'm heading in for a short-sleeved jersey -- back in a minute. I knew Wheel was ready to get rolling so I didn't have ding-around time. The shoes, helmet and gloves needed to stay on while I whipped the jersey off.
I threw open my drawer. Just grab any jersey. Which one? the red one, the neon yellow one, the white one...GRAB ANY JERSEY! I grabbed. The cute green and white one that fits like a glove. Very girly.
I threw it on and repacked my pockets. I turned and took a step...looked down at my socks. Gnarly blue and black sharks.
all you need to do is yank off the shoes and peel off the shark socks...half a minute, tops, the matching greens are right there in the drawer
Wheel was getting my bicycle down so it would be ready when I peeled out the door. I didn't have time to mess around...
your kit doesn't match
I ignored the voices and headed down the stairs...
but the suit!
...locked the door...
you're not wearing the suit
...headed out to the garage....
blue and black sharks aren't part of the green suit
It was a beautiful 30-mile ride through the streets and woods, over the river and next to the creek. There were coffee smells and bakery scents...
...except everyone was pointing and laughing at my kit.
- TOB is there a twelve-step program??
Saturday, June 27, 2009
It started way back in my racing days when my jersey matched the shorts, which matched the socks and gloves. Through the kit we wore, we advertised and represented our shop, our sponsors and our team. For all of them, we had to look good. Since it was the only cycling gear in my drawer, I could reach in knowing that whatever came up in my hand went with anything else that might surface.
I've slowly shaken off many of my racing habits, but the old mantra sticks: you've gotta look good. It's like dressing the part in the corporate world: if you want to move up, wear the suit.
So for me the suit, or matching "kit," is still a must. It's a bit more complicated now, though. My helmet and shades and shoes are a neutral silver, but I can't just grab things from the drawer and come up with a sure match.
I've got red and neon and leopard-print jerseys, and I have cow socks and paisley socks and some with flames; and the brown puppy socks just don't go with the orange sleeveless.
I'm working hard to keep the hyperventilating to a minimum.
- OB count to ten....
Friday, June 26, 2009
three of 'em!
- The CRANKY Old Bag what do they expect me to carry in mini pockets? or two pockets? or ONE pocket? We're cyclists, here, not lipstick-carrying credit card girls!
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
Saturday, June 20, 2009
s i t t i n g
hearts actually, I hate hearts
dust and pet hair
packing for the weekend
#@! fluffy things
hearts I detest hearts
- The currently waaay satisfied Bag
Friday, June 19, 2009
- The and in this humidity, I'm definitely glowing Bag
Thursday, June 18, 2009
In spite of inheriting my mother's lanky proportions, I've inherited high cholesterol tendencies from both sides of my gene pool.
Thanks, Mom and Dad.
It hit me in my mid-30s. I'd been steadily surfing along for years with cholesterol levels somewhere in the 170s (I don't recall breakdowns being important then), until one summer my total weighed-in at 195. It wasn't too alarming considering the test had been done the day after I'd spent 8 hours at the Great Minnesota Get Together* noshing everything from deep-fried cheese curds to pork chops on a stick. It would be back to normal the following summer.
Except it wasn't. 206 that time.
It climbed steadily. Somewhere in the midst of the 230s, my doctor at the time asked could you exercise more? My life at the time included somewhere around 200 racing and training miles per week.
Could I exercise more?!? I looked at her squarely what! you a crazy woman?!? we'd just had the discussion about my "needing to maintain a healthy body weight" in the midst of my telling her I was eating everything under the sun because my life at the time included somewhere around 200 racing and training miles per week. I couldn't keep weight on. My grocery bills had doubled. My life was cycling, driving to cycling events, and logging my cycling.
Could you exercise more?
I tried hard not to give her my exasperated ER-DUH look.
NO. I can't. It's still my most satisfying answer to any question I've ever been asked.
Three years ago with life well back to normal, my cholesterol total topped out at 247. My current doctor wasn't worried, however. Taking into account my lifestyle and that my HDL was somewhere off the charts in the 80s, she explained ratios: ratio of HDL to LDL, ratio of HDL to total cholesterol. My ratios were low, a good thing, but it's still something I watch.
I was amused by test results the following summer, done three days after returning from a week-long bicycle tour along the coast of Michigan. 70-80 miles a day for six days returned a total cholesterol level of 217. It was an interesting aha: all I had to do was ride 450 miles a week.
That's a relief.
Somehow I missed last year's test...probably had breakfast before heading to the doctor and forgot to schedule a follow-up lab test. This morning, however, I got the results of my latest: 176. All my numbers are within acceptable ranges.
Well, or they got my results confused with someone else's.
- The skeptical Old Bag after all, it was a busy morning at the doctor's office....
*Minnesotans love their state fair...it's an odd thing
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
to get some work done
but you're not getting paid
because you don't work in the summers
but you're taking care of stuff
and you rode
but it's not like it's a ride
because if it were a ride, "going-in" would mean into a coffee shop for some joe and a scone
because you went in
to the place you work
but you didn't have to
yet you kinda did
so is that a commute?
- OB I thought I had the summer off....
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Friday, June 12, 2009
- OB go that way!
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Sunday, June 07, 2009
Thursday, June 04, 2009
From somewhere west of Huddersfield in the UK, the call came out. It went like this:
When I was a young lad, we used to play a word and memory game called: “My old mother went to market” it went a little something like this:
Little Bobby: “My old mother went to market and all she bought was: Tomatoes”
Little Jimmy: “My old mother went to market and all she bought was tomatoes… and some potatoes” until it had traversed the circle of children to me:
Little Fat Lad: “My old mother went to market and all she bought was tomatoes and some potatoes and some carrots and some lettuce and … ” already the witty one ” a rocket powered cyber ninja weasel”
So the meme proceeds as follows:
You nominate a blogger who you know will respond and ask them to add to the list of things they have bought only in June that are cycling related. Come the end of June Fat Lad is going to try and track it’s course and see what we’ve all purchased in June
1. Fat Lad went to the bike shop in June and all he bought was: A new PC971 Sram Chain and a Cassete Spanner and a chain wear tool.Hey Mike J, in honor of your soon FIRST blogiversary -- you get to carry the meme forward.
2. TOB went to the bike shop in June and all she bought was: a new pair of ruby red Sidis and some X-Series Cleats (but it's only the 4th!).
Blame Fat Lad.
Tuesday, June 02, 2009
It was a perfect spring day: sunny, breezy, 70 degrees.
-OB we stopped for a Frosty on the way home