Sunday, May 26, 2013
By an inanimate object no less.
My bike. Or rather my daughter's bike. It laughs at me, it taunts me.
Twice this week I have gone for a bike ride, approximately 3.5 miles each time. Both times my time was barely faster than my running speed.
Now, in my defense, I have 2 major strikes against me before I even get on the bike. I live amongst hills. And did I mention the hills?
The first time I took my daughter's "regular" bike, her 10 speed. Unfortunately the seat is just enough too low to make pedaling comfortable and she has not taken very good care of it over the years. The gears are stiff and don't want to shift.
And there are hills, which must be gone up. One is named the Never Ending Hill of Death. The second is Kill Me Now, which has to climb the same distance as the NEHD but in half the distance. Plus the hill I live most of the way up.
Granted, going from not riding a bike in forever to expecting to tackle Kill Me Now is not realistic. But the flat stretches kicked my butt too. That, I am convinced was due to the bike issues.
My second ride was on my daughter's Trek bike, which I got her back in 2011 for her triathlon, when she swore she wanted to do more races. At least she did use it regularly and took better care of it.
Riding it was much, much better than the 10 speed. Except for the seat 30 seconds in to the ride :
It wobbled and then pointed down so if I tried to actually sit on it I would slide right off onto the ground.
But I am (stupidly) stubborn and continued my planned route. So much fun. Stupid hills.
At least they are back roads and there was no traffic at all so no one to laugh. Just the bike, every time I have to get off and walk on those damn hills because my speed drops to the point where I'll fall over otherwise.
Back at home I looked underneath the seat. I can see the problem, but not how to fix it. There are 2 metal pieces, brackets for want of the proper word, that hold the seat in place. But they don't do a good job because enough weight or pressure on the seat and the bolt loosens, the brackets slide back and allow the seat to wobble again :
I don't know if you can see enough detail in the picture but this is the view when I have the brackets tightened so the seat is in a normal position. As soon as I start to ride it all slips to look like this :
Any cyclist who can tell me how to fix this myself, your comments are most appreciated. I'd like to be able to fix this myself and not have to take it in to a bike shop. It's bad enough that the bike laughs at me.
Bike...enjoy yourself while you can because when I come back from vacation next month I am so going to whip your tires!
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
My cat Gandalf :
Saturday, May 18, 2013
I went to the farmers' market again today and wandered around while my daughter went looking in the shops for sandals and accessories.
I scored a nice fat eggplant, over 2 pounds of the fattest carrots I've ever seen, a carton of beautiful oyster mushrooms and some brown button 'shrooms to go with it, some sort of possibly Middle Eastern seafood mix (sold by the guy with the cart full of tzadiki and hummus and other awesome goodness)...and a large bunch of very pretty white asparagus with purple tips.
The eggplant and 'shrooms are joining the garlic and tomatoes I already have for a lunch casserole tomorrow. But...what do I do with asparagus?
I mean, I've eaten it at restaurants before but have never been faced with actually preparing it myself. At while it is certainly perfect enough to eat on its own...what exactly can one do with a bunch of asparagus other than grill or steam the spears to be eaten alone?
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
When I was a kid, in grade school, we took a road trip out to SoCal. We actually criss-crossed the country and got to go to see Mt. Rushmore and the Black Hills in the north down to the Painted Desert, Grand Canyon and Petrified Forest in the south. We drove through Las Vegas, up, down and around San Francisco, and even made it to Tijuana in Mexico. I still remember the paper roses we bought from a street vendor there, and my Dad bought this large carved wooden boat that was awesome and we had for decades.
And, of course, no trip to CA is complete without Disneyland and Universal Studios. At US we were in the audience for a show and when they asked for volunteers from the kids of course my hand shot up in the air along with everyone's. To my great surprise and delight I was picked.
So I got to go down to the stage area in front of everyone...and become the Bionic Woman!
They had my run on this little treadmill kind of thing in the middle of the stage while up on the big screen behind me they demonstrated how they made her run so fast on TV.
OK, I am dating myself, but I loved that show when I was a kid.
And today I wish I had her knees.
I chose to skip my planned marathon in April because my knees weren't feeling right. I rested them for 6 weeks and then started running slowly again. No problems and I was careful not to push too hard to increase mileage and in how I ran (walking on the trails to minimize injury risk, being very careful when transitioning from curb to road and to different surfaces). Things were going good. I officially started marathon (re)training again on Monday, although the first training run would have been today.
Then yesterday morning, as I start my daily squats...BAM! Sudden sharp big knee pain from out of no where.
I've been doing squats since March. I know and use the proper form, I don't push the number (I just increased to 20 this week, up from 15 where I stayed for several weeks) because I am slowly working to strengthen muscles to help my knees.
No idea why all of a sudden doing a squat set off my knee. But it hurt all day every time I moved my knee...while sitting, while walking....although by the end of the day it minimized to hardly anything.
Still...I chose not to go to karate last night to avoid aggravating it. This morning it feels stiff and there are still flashes of "oh, crap, I did something to my knee again" not quite pain.
I know what the problem is (jumper's knee / runner's knee). Not bad enough to need surgery, PT I can do on my own.
Ticks me off to no end though.
I am beginning to think the universe just does not want me to run a marathon because I didn't have this problem until I started training for one (no, it was not brought on by over training or too many miles at a time without proper rest. I had a 30 week training plan purposely to avoid over training injury risk).
I would gladly trade my knees for the latest high tech marvels.
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