Not Just Another Recovery Ride

By definition, a recovery ride is usually a light intensity ride following an extended effort, high intensity ride. Many racers practice this ritual to minimize the physiological effects of intense training and racing. Think of it like post exercise stretching, massages, or cool down routines. I, personally, find it speeds up the recovery time and limits the negative effects such as achy muscles.

However, for the purposes of this post, this is NOT the type of recovery ride I am referring to.

Just shy of a year ago, on a typical Tuesday night ride, I pedaled past a few ladies who were sizing up the top section of a trail we refer to as 'Rock Face'. As I passed by, I encouragingly said, "It's not as bad as it looks..."

Queen of the Mountain

Unbeknownst to me at the time, this specific section had claimed many riders, sending them over the bars if they took the wrong line. In a split second, with no warning, I went from rubber side down, to rubber side UP. It was so quick, I can only compare it to a mouse trap snapping. I claimed the QOM of OTBs and displayed what would have made for a perfect Scorpion clip on Ridiculousness if someone had been recording.

Scorpion!

The girls behind me stood in horror asking if I was okay. Crawling out from under my bike, I immediately grabbed for my teeth to feel if there were any left. Thankfully, everything seemed in order, but I turned around to have the girls confirm, as I kneeled there shaking. Then I felt my nose, it too seemed unscathed. The girls again confirmed. The only immediate visible damage was a scraped up face and a touch of blood. Not even a bloody nose.

Rock vs. Face

I was able to ride out of the woods as the swelling set in. No pain, just jittery nerves from the massive impact.

That night, I slept with an ice pack on my face, but thought it strange the next morning when there was still NO pain. None. Nada. Zip. Zilch. How could I have smacked the rock faced ground that hard and not have any pain? How could I be so bruised and swollen without pain?

I decided to go to the ER just for precautionary purposes, and on the way out noticed my tongue was black and swollen like that of the deer we used to skin and butcher in our barn when I was young. Seemed my teeth were spared by my now bruised and swollen tongue.

As for my face, it was not as fortunate. After a CAT scan, the doctor came in with the news. Multiple facial fractures and serious swelling in the sinus cavity area. They had me report immediately to a local ENT for evaluation of the swelling to determine if it was the cause of the numbness.

The ENT walked in the room and without even taking a moment to say hello or even sit down he said, "Yup, that'll need surgery."

I am not a battered woman.
I ride mountain bikes.

                             WHAT!?

He went on to explain that the impact broke the orbital and cheek bone. With the impact being so intense the nerves were immediately severed causing the absence of any pain. He also explained that I may or may not get feeling back in my face, even after surgery.

By Friday of that week, I was on an operating table having a titanium plate screwed into my face to hold the bones in place. Today, most people can not even see the scar line under my eye, but you can feel one of the screws right in the corner.

Not to be discouraged, the very next day after the surgery, I was back out on the trails. There was plenty of hesitation, plenty of shakiness, but I refused to let the mishap win.

It took me a few months to build my confidence back, but on each steep, rocky decent I gained it back piece by piece. Still, almost a year later though, I had yet to reclaim the trail that claimed me. I needed to do a recovery ride.

Just a few months shy of the one year anniversary, on another Tuesday night ride, I was ready, and I made my intentions know. I would follow another rider down, and the girls who were behind me watching that fateful night were superstitiously not allowed in that same position. I needed set the stage to reclaim the section that broke my bones, but would ultimately, not break me. Rock Face would no longer hold my confidence captive.

The entire approach I was riddled with nervousness. Climbing up, my mind was reeling with playbacks, both successes and the disastrous fail. Winding through the trail up top I repeatedly told myself, "You ride stuff worse than this all the time. Relax. Just roll through it."

                       A little self therapy and coaching always helps.

The group gathered at the top, I chose the line up, and we began the approach. I knew the correct line. I knew it was easier than many other things I ride without a second thought. I knew I had the skills. I knew I just had to breath.

I clipped in, took one deep breath and I followed the lead rider into the first section, the section that had claimed me the year prior. In an instant we were through and I exhaled as we continued on through the rest of the sections to eliminate all embedded PTSD affiliate with the trail and I.

Confidence boost. No more fear!
Lincoln Woods, RI

The sections consisted of various rollers. One spine-like roller, one off camber diagonal roller, and the last was a wedge roller that can also be dropped if one is so inclined. Each one was celebrated with another release of breath as I exhaled.

We paused for a moment, as I took a deep breath to calm my shaking  nerve riddled body. The trauma and PTSD were being released. We then continued on down the smooth section of the decent to the infamous rock garden below.

It was not just another recovery ride, it was the most important type of recovery ride. I reclaimed the final shattered piece of my confidence.

           It's your ride, own it!

So, my message to you is... If you ever have a trail take advantage of you and rob you of your confidence, take time to heal, take time to come to terms, take time to rebuild your confidence, then go back to that spot and reclaim your right to ride it without fear, without thinking, without the PTSD associated.

                 Get Out & Ride!!

The Monopoly Effect - Group Rides

Whether you think you can or think you can't, you're right.

                   Just TRY!

It's always exciting and inspiring to see a chick out on the trails ripping it up. Being a girl, it can be intimidating trying to keep up with the fearless antics of the boys. Hell, I see male riders who are intimidated by the maneuvers some of the more technically skilled guys throw down without any thought. Regardless, none of this should stop anyone from trying.

Men seem to have enough ego to challenge themselves most of the time, but the women seem to have more of a monopoly effect. One rider can control the actions of the entire group. One girl second guesses herself, and the rest of the group folds. It's like a Get Out of Jail Free card.

     

       Do one thing every day that scares you.

I, myself, have fallen victim to this conundrum. The downfall of this group behavior is, 'Get Out of Jail Free' equals 'Do Not Pass Go. Do Not Collect $200.'

If the group stalls itself from trying, no one in the group will progress.

   

What's stopping you?

When I started riding, I started with a group of women. Honestly, I saw what the guys were doing and knew I was not ready for any of that yet. So I worked on my skills with the girls; my lines, my climbing, my fear of bridges and hatred of rocks... We were learning and developing our skills together, until it stalled.

If we were intimidated by something, we all skipped it. There was no mentor. No leader. No coach. It was, "If you're not comfortable, just walk it."

If you're not falling, you're not trying!

I eventually outgrew that mentality though. I did not want to "walk it". I needed to find a way to get out of my comfort zone and stretch my skills. I needed to learn from those who dared to try and boy did I find the right crew. A few fearless, free riding, down hilling, "That's insane. Let's try it", guys.

I tagged along trying to learn, trying to follow. I would hike-a-bike as they floated over rock gardens with ease. I would carefully find a path to walk my bike down the huge rollers while they went over the edge without even looking. I would listen to them tease me about getting my tire over the log they didn't even touch. I would watch, I would try, I would fall, but most importantly, I would learn. 

Know your limitations & then defy them.

I love riding with the guys. I love riding with people who challenge me. I love conquering obstacles and new challenges. I love feeling accomplished. The challenge is EXACTLY why I love mountain biking. It keeps challenging me. It only gets mundane if you stop trying. There is always something to conquer. There are always limits to defy.

                                            

                                                 Stop worrying!

However much I love riding with the guys. I enjoy riding with the girls too. It's different; the comraderie, kudos and genuine excitement. It's thrilling to watch them conquer new things, challenge themselves and cheer one another on. It's probably the same satisfaction the guys get when I finally master skills they display with ease. 

The Monopoly Effect in a group is the paralyzing factor though. The dynamics of women's group rides needs to adjust. No more 'Get Out of Jail Free'. No more 'Do Not Pass Go. Do Not Collect $200.'

This can happen in any group ride, not just with women's. However, I think women's rides are more prone to it due to the natural lack of testosterone and ego persuasion residing within most women. 

Break the cycle. If someone conquered the obstacle the rest of the group stalled at, ask them to do it again. Don't just press on. Ask them to lead you through it. Try to conquer a new challenge each time you ride. Mix up your riding by going out with another group of riders. Find a partner or crew that will challenge you, even if you have to hike-a-bike some of the time. 

Stop worrying about what could go wrong. Start focusing on what could go right.

Video Games to Bike Commute & the Shocking Discoveries

"Where's my 3DS? I need it for the bus ride!" Words I hear almost every morning. Today, however, was NOT one of those mornings.

My youngest son, Joey, has a tendency to feed off the energy around him. Unstructured time with lots of youngsters radiating high energy is a recipe for an end of the day phone call. The bus, with all the kids crammed into a small space, and no bus monitor has always been a particular trigger point for him. To dissolve the situation, I finally thought of a solution that focused his energy elsewhere. It is not something I promote as a fix all, and I do not think kids should have their heads shoved into video games to induce socially acceptable behavior, but it helped in his case.

About a month ago, Joey asked if he could bike to school. Bike to school means no need for video games in the morning. He got my vote.

Unsure of the accommodations at the school, I went down for a visit. When I inquired about where he might store his bike, I was initially greeted with the look that made me think I must have had 3 heads.

"You want him to ride his bike to school?"

"Ummmm... Yes."

It went from, "He'll need a note." to "We don't have anywhere for kids to store bikes."

In shock, I asked how a district that promotes No Kid Left Inside, and has kids practicing their mile run for 2 months prior to whatever school physical fitness program they are trying to get acclamation from, does not promote a healthy lifestyle otherwise? Is it all just political?

I had to have the principal called down to speak with me, so I could get some answers. Thankfully, she was a bit more accommodating and allowed Joey to store his bike in her office, but how does that help promote the opportunity to others?

Guess we'll have to lead the charge to change.

Not playing video games while waiting to begin our commute.

This morning was our first commute. We set off after the buses had already picked the kids up in our neighborhood. We made our way along the farm road that cuts through to the neighborhood across from the school. Birds singing, the sun shining, ducks in the pond... What a great start to the school day.

As we entered the neighborhood, only a few minutes walk from the school, there were kids at every corner waiting for a bus to pick them up. What a shame! How do so many kids live so close to each other and the school and cannot walk to school together. There were even parents standing at the corners with the children. It's nice out. Walk with them! Ride with them!

Still stunned from the realization of corner after corner of kids so close to the school, yet waiting for a bus, we turned the corner and found no one. There was the school. There was the cross walk. There was no one. No crossing guard, no kids walking. What have we done to this generation!?

Guess we'll have to lead the charge to change.

One Size Fits... Athletes?

I recently bought a pair of Under Armour athletic underwear. While looking for my "size", I noticed the box said "One Size Fits All Athletes." Intrigued, I purchased them with high hopes. When I got home, I decided to give them the true fit test. I slid them on with no problem and they seemed to provide adequate coverage. These are athletic underwear, however, and I am going to be moving in all sorts of crazy ways. So I tested them out. Knee lifts. Run in place. Bend over, stand up. Squat down, stand up. In conclusion, the only workout I was going to get in these athletic underwear was a wedgie workout and a raw butt.

I am a woman. I do not starve myself. I do not follow the diet of the week routine. I am not a vegetarian nor a vegan, but I do not eat unhealthy. I eat salads on a daily basis, take vitamins, eat plenty of protein and drink plenty of water. I am, per my doctor, a healthy woman. I am a curvy figured woman.

Being a VERY active woman, I consider myself athletic. I am not a pro. I do not pay to compete against others. I do not train endless hours. My toughest competitor, my biggest critic, is myself. I enjoy being active. I enjoy challenging myself. I enjoy competing on a recreational/social level, even if it's just for bragging rights or Strava QOMs.  I am an athletic woman. I am an athlete.

So why, WHY does the industry try to impress upon us that if we are not a leggy, size 2, curveless female, we are not "fit" for their apparel?

I am a mountain biker. I also road ride, run, play basketball, hike... I wear a medium. I wear a size 8. Some days a 10. (It was a rough winter.) However, when it comes to finding clothes for biking... ugh.

I have been biking for several years and this has been a constant pattern.

First with the roadie clothes. Why are the jerseys so short? I have a longer torso and short legs. Even when I'm wearing an XL, because that is what the cycling industry considers my Medium sized body, the jerseys are too short.

Mountain biking clothes are the same. The other day I found some nice pair of Fox women's baggie shorts in a LBS, and they even had a pair of XL. OMG! (Nobody ever has the larger sizes in stock.) I go to try them on... I can't get them over my hips. In disbelief, I take them off and look at the tag again,it says XL. I hold out the pants in an attempt to grasp how an XL will not fit me, and then I see it. The rectangle shape of the pants. There is no room for hips in these things, and the legs are skinny too. What exactly does an XL mountain biker chic look like?

I commented to the owner of the LBS about my distress and he comforted my aggravation by informing me how "not alone" I am.

Here is a shout out to the athletic industry, One Size DOES NOT Fit All Athletes!

30 Days of Biking - Day 7

One Week Later... (Spongebob narrator voice.)

If you don't get it...  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZZ81_Wkykfo

Mellow rides. Resting the legs. Went on an exploration ride with Joey to explore some trails around town. Found some potential fun. Skinny and many boulders.

Great downhill skinny potential.

Then went out to Danielson for a relaxed ride on the River Trail with friends.

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30 Days of Biking - Day 6

Home again, home again, jiggity jig...

Came home from the Cape in time for a last minute ride. Back in shorts!! 

Group Selfie!

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30 Days of Biking - Day 5

Trail of Tears - Cape Cod

Not sure why the trail brings tears, but the surrounding circumstances made it for so.

No real sleep in our super noisy hotel. All day seminar inside and then finally, we got bundled up for a ride. Not as warm here on the Cape. I was enjoying riding in shorts.

No time for pictures on today's ride. It was a roller coaster ride. The trails were up and down, up and down. Fun, fast and flowy, but the pace left many sucking wind. Everyone caught up? OK moving on.

All in all, a little too smooth for our liking. We found one boulder to play on and roll off, but that was all. Burgers and beer were more enticing and called us back to the vehicles after 7.4 miles.

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30 Days of Biking - Day 4

         I usually try to take a relaxed approach to Fridays, but...


7:00am - Client meeting
9:30am - Meet the girls for some riding
11:30am - Grocery shopping
12:30pm - Lunch
2:00pm - Client meeting
3:00pm - Client meeting
5:00pm - Pack up & get on the road toward Cape Cod

...today was NOT one of those days.

Bridge blow the dam was off its blocks from the flooding.

The multivitamin

Got to sneak in a ride between meetings and errands. Or maybe I made the ride a priority. Girl chatter on the trails when we were not huffing up hills or screeching from cold water engulfing our shoes on flooded trails, led to a conversation of vitamins. I recently found a new one for athletes and shared. I should have taken pictures of us trudging through the freezing cold waters of the flooded trail, much more entertaining.

Trails need the weekend to dry out.


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30 Days of Biking - Day 3

On top of Mt. Misery

B E A U tiful 
day on the trails!

Seasonal flooding on Endor Pass 

Dead fall on the plank bridge.

 Bright and sunny sky. Dry, fast flowing trails. What more can a mountain biker ask for?

Seasonal thaw waters looked to be receding fast. Can't wait!

The new ride, which I finally named, climbs like a billy goat and dispenses amazing control and confidence on the descents.

Armed and aggressive, her name is Brunhilde. German mythology has many stories to be told about Brunhilde (r)(a), all describing her as a mighty female warrior.

My favorite mossy area. Reminds me of pictures of Whistler.

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30 Days Of Biking - Day 2

Took a spin at Goodwin SF. A very wet set of trails today.

Tree down on Red/White

Pine grove.

Did some exploring on trails I have not previously rode (sections of Blue/White) and found some fun rock gardens I will definitely be back to visit again.

Overall the trails were atrociously wet and will need a good week or so of drying out.

Filthy! 

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30 Days of Biking - Day 1

Picked up my new bike from NBX in Providence today!! 

A few hurdles on the trails today, but nice to enjoy some sun and warm weather while working on my vitamin D deficiency.

Tree down on the trail.

    Blanca was stoked to get out on the trails again.

Bridge Out!

Even better enjoying it all on a new rig.

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