Bike fitting needed

I never knew how poorly my road bike fit me until I spent some serious time on a bike that actually fit me.

For the past 18 months, I’ve been riding my CX bike almost exclusively. Before that I had returned to mountain biking for a spell, and as a result, I spent spare little time on the road bike (a Specialized Dolce Elite).  During that time, some nagging physical conditions evaporated–but I didn’t notice they were even gone until I started riding the road bike again.

Here is what hurts:  lower back, my shoulders, the base of my neck.  The neck is an issue–and I was in PT last year because of it.  I have some disk that’s askew and the position I have on the road bike makes it worse–so much so I cannot turn my head.  What hurts most this morning is the lower back.  All of it is no good, and I can’t believe I endured these aches and pains for so many years.

The road bike is a women’s specific frame.  The CX bike is a standard frame, also a Specialized.  I can ride and ride this without issue.  So to solve my pain problem, I have 2 options:

1. Get the road bike professionally fitted to me.
2. Sell the road bike and get slick tires for road work with the CX bike.

I have to say I’m leaning toward option #2.  I wouldn’t mind the extra cash and would use it toward buying a true racing bike for the CX season, something I’ve been saving my pennies for.  The CX bike I have now would be a great all around training bike.  If I had more disposable income I’d upgrade the road bike outright, since I bought it back in 2006.  But that’s not where I am right now (at the moment).  I really don’t want to invest the time and money in getting my road bike professionally fitted to me.  And I suspect the women’s specific frame was a little too much marketing and not enough function for a woman who is as tall as the average male.

The one (silly) reservation I have is that although painful, the road bike is faster.  I can go longer, faster on it. When I ride the CX bike with friends who are on road bikes, I have to work harder.  Maybe that’s a good thing overall, maybe it will make me faster come race season.

So what do you think I should do?  Weigh in, because Craigslist is a few clicks away….

-Karen

 

 

Cycling and Age: Hitting the sands of time

I injured myself last night, not while riding the bike, but largely because of excessive bike riding.  Or, excessive bike riding without proper cool down and stretching.  Only a few years ago, I could hammer for hours and then do some completely different exercise and never bat an eye.  Maybe I’d be a bit sore, but a little Advil and I’d hop on the bike again.  Gone are those days.  Gone for good.

It made me think more about how things are changing now that I’ve crossed the age 40 mark.  Things hurt more.  I don’t recover as quickly.  Although I’m working out more now than I ever have in my life (other than high school), and I feel I’m the strongest and fittest I’ve ever been, it’s still different.

How?  For a glimpse of the future, see the chart below and plan accordingly.

Age 18-24

You are a mere babe in the woods!  You can drink beer all night, eat pizza, and ride and ride. You almost never stretch. Never do you gain an ounce.  Lycra actually looks good on you.

Age 25-29

What’s that?  You gained 3 pounds?  That’s your metabolism slowing down to a dull roar.  You probably work full time now, or are slaving away in grad school and working part time.  But on the weekend, you can hop on your bike and do a century with almost no preparation.  You can race your bike and do all right.  If you are serious about cycling, you are really coming into form right now.  Lycra still looks amazing on you.

Age 30-34

You spend the first 4 years of your thirties in utter disbelief that you are that old.  Everyone in their 40′s+ finds this simultaneously adorable and annoying. Your face is leaner looking, yet these deposits of flesh can now be found cuddling your kidneys.  You may be full engaged in child bearing now, and this will make you fat no matter if you are a woman or a man.  Your job feels endless, and cycling is on the backburner out of sheer adulthood. If you have a super supportive spouse, you get to ride during the summer.  A little.  You use this to whack away the extra 10+ pounds that has found you.

Age 35-39

You realize you are running out of sweet, precious time.  You think now–now is the time to really make your mark with this sport.  You are kidding yourself, and everyone knows it but you.  Your ab muscles are in great shape, because you’ve become deeply practiced in sucking in your gut.

Age 40+

The wheels start to fall off.  You hear a bell ringing in the distance on your 40th birthday, and later realize that’s the sound of your expiration date.  Things on your body hurt for no reason.  You tweak your back getting out of bed in the morning.  You sit entirely too much at work.  Wearing lycra is now a supreme act of either bravery or denial.

Age 50+

You hate the people who are still in their 40′s and complaining about how stuff hurts.  They have no idea what’s next.  You smirk and tell them they are being babies.  And they thought you’d be understanding…..

Age 60+ 

You have transcended physical pain and vanity and are regarded as somewhat of a mystic of the sport.  Lycra looks ridiculous on you as your body has naturally withered in some places and bulged in others, but dammit you are seeing this sport through ’til the bitter end. Your road bike is considered an antique, but has the retro charm that all those hipster kids are after. People of all ages admire you deeply, and hope they can age as gracefully.  Your legs still look fantastic.

Whatever your age, just keep riding….but always stretch!

-Karen

April vacation, but not for me

This week is the week schoolchildren pine for–their spring break, April Vacation.  And while my son is doing a week long happy dance, I’m left trying to figure out how I’m going to get any saddle time this week.

I have some ideas….although it remains to be seen if they will pan out. I sometimes tempt my son to ride bikes with me, and although it’s not the kind of bike ride I would want to do, it’s something.  He’s 8, so he peters out after about 5 miles. I can hire a sitter, but that gets expensive fast.  I have one coming today, and at $8-10 bucks an hour, anything more than 20 miles gets pricey.  I am planning to drive out to Boston to visit the family, and I could take the bike along, but truthfully there are no areas to really ride where my family lives.  It’s too congested and drivers there see a point value when they see a cyclist on the road, so I have never tried a serious ride so close to the city.  I heard Boston has improved, but alas, I just don’t trust my fellow Boston drivers with my life, for the sake of a quick workout.  I also considered bringing my mountain bike home, since Lynn Woods is nearby and boasts some excellent mountain biking. Alas, I just don’t feel comfortable riding there solo, not due to difficulty level but do to crime.  Again, maybe it’s improved since I grew up but too many dead girls wound up in the Lynn Woods when I was a kid, so I really don’t want to ride there unless my not-so little brother comes along.

Overall, I’m not feeling encouraged about the amount of riding I’ll get in this week.  I hate to think that I would resort to the trainer, but I may have to.

-Karen

Shorts!

Just a girl?

Last weekend, I was at my favorite LBS when I picked up a copy of SingleTracks.  SingleTracks is the free magazine put out by NEMBA (The New England Mountain Biking Association). It’s a nice black & white publication with stories, photos, trails, events  and of course, ads.

I was thumbing through SingleTracks tonight when I came across an ad that sounded vaguely familiar.  It was a company based in Maine that offered 30 miles of single track at their location, tours, weekend trips, rentals, and events.  I had an experience with this company back in 2002 that I’d like to share with you, since I checked the url and the company and owner appear to be the same.  I do not plan of reporting the name of the company publicly in this blog (but email me and I’ll dish freely).

In 2000 I started mountain biking, and jumped in with both feet.  I couldn’t get enough.  I read a very favorable review in a magazine about a mountain bike company in Maine that hosted miles of single track trails, camping, a freestyle park, and yurts for weekend trips.  My family owns a camp very close by to this outfitter, so during my annual vacation there I set out to check it out with a companion.  While I was relatively new to the sport, I had already raced and placed at a local event, and my companion had been a serious cyclist for many years, racing and placing in road, triathlon and mountain biking events.  We were both very comfortable in the woods and happy to explore wild areas.  For the record, we were (and still are) both women.

Granted, there are not a lot of female MTBers in comparison to male MTBers.  It’s a little better now, but back then, it was really hard to find other women who MTBed.  But we weren’t completely mythical creatures.  The following is my story of how our experience went with this outfitter.

We found the location and met the owner.  On the property there was a freestyle park and a yurt, the owner’s home, and allegedly trails in the surrounding woods.  After a warm welcome from the owner, we started to get down to business.  No we didn’t need overnight accommodations–I had a place nearby.  We expressed interest in riding his trails, which as advertised, was free.  His trails, he disclosed, were mostly built on public land, only a small portion of the trails were on his land. He offered to take us on a guided tour.  We declined, we really just wanted him to point us to the nearby trails.  We didn’t need a guided tour, we’re more interested in exploring on our own and setting our own pace.  Then his warm welcome evaporated.  He pressed the guided tour idea.  He wanted to make a dollar on us.  Sure, I get it, of course he’s looking to make some coin, but the trails were on public lands, and advertised as free.  We were too independent to take a tour.  We politely declined again.  Could he sell us a map?  Those too were advertised.  At least our exchange wouldn’t be a total loss.  I didn’t really want a map but I offered to buy one as a gesture.

Then, and I will never forget this moment, he looked us up and down, then glanced at our bikes on the roof rack of the car, and said, “You’ll never find my trails.  I have them hidden.  You won’t find them.”

I was pissed but didn’t show it.  Years of customer service training made me an expert at this.  ”We’ll just take the map then.” I said, upbeat.  He left  to get a map.  When he returned, we paid him for it and drove off.

In the car, we were mad.  Really mad.  We both understood exactly what he thought of us, our ability as cyclists, and our ability to find our way out of a paper bag in backwoods Maine.  He discounted us.  And he did is because we were women.

Why do I think this?  Because it’s happened so many times before.  I know because I know that look he gave us, the one of disregard, of no confidence.  He wrote us off with a glance.  You know what this means when it happens to you.  Especially when you’ve always been told you couldn’t play because you were “just a girl.”  Yeah, he was probably a bit put off that he wasn’t going to get a tour fee from us too.  But we just showed up.  He had no other clients, we were not monopolizing his time.  Why he thought it was OK to act like a DB I just won’t understand.

Instead of staying mad, we got even.  We found the trails after 10 minutes of driving.  We shredded the rest of the afternoon.

I’ve always been extremely athletic and active and participated in sports.  I ran as fast as the boys, was MVP of my baseball team. played basketball with boys, fished, camped, hiked, explored, made forts, climbed trees, rode dirt bikes, road street bikes, swung on rope swings, did all and anything the boys did.  I still do.  As a young girl, I fought hard against anyone who told me I couldn’t do something because I was female.

His once over, and his open challenge to us shocked me, even back in 2002, because I hadn’t experienced it in so many years–really since girlhood. And I’m happy to say, I haven’t personally experienced that since.  Men I come across in cycling these days are encouraging, and are excited to talk to women who love the sport they love.  But once you’ve been discounted like that, you don’t forget how it feels, and you know when it’s happening.  People may argue with me about this, but my friend felt the same way I did.

So there it is, my tale of sexism in cycling.  I’m happy to say I’ve only really experienced this once.  Most bike shops treat me with respect, and the men I meet who love cycling are really excited to share it with another, regardless of the chromosome arrangement.  This guy, however, is still in business.  Who knows, people change.  I know a lot of people who have changed their opinions of lots of things through the years.  But I don’t plan to send him any business.

And I still have that map he sold me 11 years ago  Anyone want to ride with me in Maine?  I know the way.

-Karen

 

 

 

30 Days of Biking, 2013

It’s coming…..

Have you signed up? 

30 Days of Biking is a simple idea with a huge impact.  Ride somewhere, anywhere, every day for 30 days.  Take the pledge here.

Sounds easy, but it’s a little trickier than you’d think.  I gave this a try last year and missed about 3 days out of 30, all weather related.  Still, I rode a ton, and it wasn’t as if I was logging super long rides.  Most of the rides I did was with my son around the neighborhood. This had several unplanned but wonderful results.  First, I was able to spend more time with him.  We weren’t in front of a TV or on the couch, we were riding bikes.  Second, I was able to teach him some of the rules of the road.  He’s getting to that age when he’ll want to be venturing out on his own soon, so I tried to instruct him to ride defensively. He gets a verbal quiz and if he does well, he gets to lead the ride.  It’s a leap of faith for me to allow him in front of me on the road, even on our sleepy side streets, but little bird has to learn to fly sometime, right?  I’m happy to be there coaching him along the way.

My son was very into the idea of 30 Days of Biking. There were days I wasn’t feeling super motivated that he dragged me out on the bike with him, and I was never sorry that he did.  As a result, I rode more miles than I normally would have.  I felt great, and it’s a great kickstart to the cycling season.

So ride someplace, every day.  To the post office, the bank, around your neighborhood, or do  a century.  Just get on the bike, every day.  You won’t regret it.

-Karen 

Waiting for Spring

I haven’t posted much here, because I’m struggling with winter (as I always do) and I’m trying not to be a party-pooper.

I have been riding, albeit not as frequently due to some major storms.  I visit my trainer a couple of times a week, I have been running a bit, and when I can, I ride outside.  It’s not as much as I’d like but I’m keeping up with fitness. I have even started doing Yoga.  Rides haven’t been remarkable so there’s little to write about.  It’s just about surviving until spring.

 

Just south of me in Pennsylvania, my friend Laura did a century last weekend.  It got me thinking because despite how long I’ve been riding and some of the accomplishments I’ve had on the bike, I have yet to complete a century ride.  I don’t care if I do this as a formal event or just on my own, but Laura and I are kicking around doing one together.  Logistics would need to be worked out but its a fine idea.

I also signed up for the Warrior Dash in Barre, MA for June 29th.  There’s a couple of folks from high school doing this as well and it would be good to meetup with them outside of Facebook.  This year is my 25th High School Reunion and it’s a hell of a way to celebrate.  I’m looking forward to it.

I still haven’t formalized all my goals for the year, but I aim to compete in a minimum of 10 CX races this year.  I also am saving for a new ‘cross bike, preferable carbon fiber, fast and light.  I’m trying to incorporate a bit more structure into my rides to actually increase my performance (speed), although I admit this is hard.  I refuse to let riding become un-fun.  This is not to say I will avoid an ass kicking ride, but more that riding always needs to reward and not become a tedious  have-to-do chore.  I’ve done that before while training for longer rides, and don’t wish to repeat.

Fun, faster, fitter, fresher.  Improving is fun.  Riding is fun.  Exploring is fun.  I anxiously await warmer temperatures and friendlier weather to  see where 2013′s bike rides will take me.

-Karen

22 inches of NO BIKING

Sad times here in the Northeast.  If you have a problem with riding a trainer, you’d better get over it fast, because it’s pretty nasty in our neck of the woods.  We got clobbered with snow, 22 inches in my town, 25-30 in the Boston area, and up to 40 inches on the coast of Connecticut.  There is nowhere to put it all.  Suffice to say, it’s a bit soul crushing for cyclists.

I’ve been doing time on the trainer about 3 times a week, and meh–it is what it is.  I still play basketball once a week but roads were impassable last Saturday, plus there was a statewide driving ban (that probably saved lives and many thousands of dollars in property damage).  If I could Strava snow shoveling, I’m the freaking Queen of the Mountain.  I’ve shoveled walkways, driveways and even sections of my roof.  Drifts of 4 feet on sections of roof plus rain caused roof collapses in this area 2 years ago.  I got off easy with ice dams that destroyed my ceiling.  So I was up on the roof preventing any potential problems from this round of weather.  We had rain all day today which made the load of snow we had significantly heavier.

Sigh.  I miss my bike.

I suppose its good to want it so bad.  Off season should be a time to rest up and recharge.  I’ve burnt out by late summer before and I don’t want to repeat that.  Cyclocross has helped keep things fresh.  Worlds were fun to watch online.  But otherwise, I’m eager to ride outside sooner rather than later.

So a bit blue about no riding (other than the trainer, but do we count that?  No.),  but I figured I’d share some of my favorite social media images from the historic storm.  Thankfully I didn’t lose power so I had the Internet to entertain me.  For those folks who aren’t from New england that read this blog, it’s worthwhile to note that this past storm occurred on the 35th anniversary of the famous Blizzard of ’78, which is the storm that all others are compared to.  I was 7, my Dad was in the National Guard and activated, and gone for 3 days while my mom tried to dig us out on her own (she was successful, as mom always is).  Enjoy the pics.

-Karen

My 7 year old self in the Blizzard of ’78

My driveway 2013–my neighbor is getting banana bread for this.

Wicked Stawm

These people are true New Englanders! Done in response to getting too many obnoxious photos on facebook from friends in warmer climates enjoying cocktails on the beach.

This was about right.

Yankee Ingenuity.

Bring on the spring!

Obligatory Lance Armstrong Post

OK, the dust has settled.  Let’s talk about #Doprah

If you watched the interview, you we likely as disgusted as I was. I was a follower and a supporter. 2 and 1/2 years ago, I wrote a sincere and heartfelt appeal for donations for the LAF when my mother got breast cancer for the second time. After the Oprah interview, I felt personally hurt and betrayed by Lance Armstrong. I had asked people for money on behalf of my mother and her illness for his cancer foundation. I think it’s safe to speculate that if he lied about doping so pervasively, we can all wonder what else he lies about. I really hope the money I raised went to helping people suffering from cancer. I’m no longer confident that it did.

It’s convenient that he claims doping stopped in 2005, 8 years ago. That’s places him outside the statue of limitations for perjury. I’ll take this opportunity to remind readers that although many athletes have doped over the years in many sports (Jose Canseco, Pete Rose, Roger Clemens, a good portion of the NFL–just to name a few), I’ll remind you about track star Marion Jones. Guess what she got for doping?  6 months of jail time.  Jail!  These guys lost a few endorsement deals and won’t get into the Hall of Fame. Big deal. They didn’t spend 6 months in a cement cell as punishment. We should ask ourselves why we went after the female track athlete and none of these much bigger fish in the pond. Where is the justice? I’m not seeing it.

I think I’m  most surprised by the “man on the street” interviews I’ve seen with the general public.  The sentiment, “well everyone was doing it, so it wasn’t really cheating” is a load of crap, and I’ll tell you why.  Not everyone was cheating. There are a lot of pros, pros you’ve never heard from because the chose to race clean.  They would place in the top 10 but rarely podium. They would spend just as long or longer training and racing as the dopers did. They would scrape by on meager contracts and occasional prize winnings while people like Lance made millions upon millions of dollars. They slept on couches and carpooled across the country to races while Lance took a private jet. These men and women cared more deeply about the sport of cycling than Lance Armstrong ever did. Lance Armstrong claims to love cycling, but he’s done his very best to kill it and profit from it with his lies. He was the one non-cycling America looked to as a representative of the sport, and now when America thinks of cycling, they think we are all a bunch of dopers.

Yes, there was a climate of doping.  Is it still cheating?  Absolutely. Doping is clearly against the rules, and if they are testing your body fluids to ensure you are not doping, I’m not sure how anyone could think doping was OK. And for those who say “well everyone was doing it so it wasn’t cheating,” try applying that logic to anything else that is wrong.  Cheating on your wife, the SATs, skimming money off the top of the cash registers…people do these things and that doesn’t mean it’s right. It’s a cop out.

But even still, I could half forgive him for just the doping. I really could. But the way he perpetuated the lie and did so without mercy is what is so disgusting. If you watched the interview, you probably felt incredulous about the depth and breadth of his lies. Tyler Hamilton and Betsy Andreu say he’s still lying and lied a bit more in that very interview. I have spent a little bit of time thinking about Lance Armstrong as a man, and I have come to feel sorry for him. This is a truly screwed up human being. He is a vicious, pathological liar and displays sociopathic tendencies. I feel very bad for his children, who he also lied to, and that will affect their ability to trust people for the rest of their lives. This is a sad story for sports, and a sadder story for cycling, and the saddest for Lance’s kids.  

It’s time to start to put the pieces back together again, but I think we can do it without Lance Armstrong. I don’t think he can help cycling, I think he can only continue to hurt it. His work lies within himself and with his immediate family, and the friends he hung out to dry along the way. But even if he never tells another lie again, I will never really be able to believe in him again.

Will you?

-Karen

PS–I hope to never feel compelled to write about this ever again.

Guest Blogging — Aerochick.com

Twitter has connected me with so many cyclists, I just have to say, it’s great to live in this age where distance is crushed by social media.  I’ve made some digital friendships which hopefully turn into to eventual riding buddies, as I have tentative plans to ride with Laura from Pennsylvania in March and hopefully I can connect with Ashley of Aerochick.com for a ride (we live in the same state at least!) who recently asked me to guest blog for her.

I wrote up a loose set of cycling goals for 2013 for Ashley, and you can view that post here.  But while you are there, check out the rest of her site–she’s a busy girl.  Training with a coach for road racing, building her own ‘cross bike, fixing a ’77 Corvette.  Dude, this is one cool chick for sure.  Check it out!

-Karen