Just Keep Spinning, Just Keep Spinning

Well after a three year gap after starting this blog, it was suggested that I should start writing again.  Time flies when you're packing daily lunches for your kids and suddenly you're 50. I still run with the skirts...still married happily to a cyclist (but he's on off season right now, by that I mean he's been off his bike) and I have two active kids still living at home. My third child (daughter) recently committed to run XC and track next Fall for the University of Utah, so that running hobby turned out pretty well for her. I have a freshman boy who keeps us in the red with his growth spurts and life pursuits. My oldest son is now married and recently graduated from the University of Utah and my 2nd son is  attending Utah State University. I guess life keeps spinning as it were.

The Skirts on Cali trip 2016

As I mentioned, my husband isn't hitting the bike as much as in the past. Strangely enough it saddens me. He definitely says he is "off the back" right now which is a hard place to be.  I never considered myself a cyclist but I manage to get on a spin bike a couple times a month for cross training. I'm currently battling Piriformis Syndrome which is awful. Not being able to run as much as I like makes me restless.  Just getting my legs spinning helps. I'm pretty sure my entire family has some sort of ADD and requires exercise daily, including our dogs. It's hard to get going with any exercise program at first, but eventually you'll feel it's a daily drug. When my daughter suffered two stress fractures last year, she spent a lot of time on a spin bike. She absolutely hated it. She did like it more than swimming, but she still hated it.  She couldn't run for 7 months of her junior year. She experienced one stress fracture in her fibula, came back for a short period of racing and then suffered another stress fracture in her tibia in her opposite leg because she favored it too much and it was back to the bike. Now spinning is part of her regime and cross training.  My advice to those injured, "off the back" or those feeling unmotivated, is to just keep spinning. The fitness will come back. It takes time. Look at me, I'm writing this blog and it's been three long years! Don't be afraid of the gap because it will come back.

I attempted to clean my house yesterday because it was Thursday, the special day, a day we don't have five conflicting practices, school functions and birthday parties.  Before you can even start to vacuum, dust or really clean, you have to pick up the debris.  My house always looks like a war zone.

Always begin in the kitchen - the heart of our home. Attack the worst part first. I got the dishes loaded and counter cleaned off.  I stacked all that unwanted mail and questionable receipts in a pile in a corner on the counter to postpone again for the next week. Cycling bottles are stacked all over my dish rack drying so that they don't mold.  My husband hates that. I went to the dining area and scooped up the helmet, bike shoes, bike chain off the kitchen table, threw away the greasy paper towels and grabbed the other bike tools and put them back in the garage.  I thought about putting the monster bike rack away in the garage but decided it would be back up next to the kitchen table tomorrow, so just surrendered to let it stay.  Next the family room.  Not bad. Three and a half pair of shoes, a pair of my son's shorts, a sock, the ski bag partially open full of clothes and a Yoplait yogurt container that our dog drug out of the trash.

Headed to the laundry room to toss my find in the basket.  My family has a code established about laundry priority.  If the garment in question is placed on the washer, than it is a priority, meaning "Wash Now."  This code was established because we have kids playing sports and needed uniforms clean and apparently the laundry maid was shirking her responsibilities.  Maybe we should just call it the sweaty pile.  The thing is, the laundry maid is noticing the priority pile is growing especially during this Winter and I swear my husband has favorites as far as cycling kits. I started the first of many, many wash loads from many priority sweaty piles.

I passed right by the shipping boxes stacked in the office because the office is not my pick-up territory. I had already checked the labels for chain love and had sent an accusatory text to my husband about ordering a trainer, but apparently the orders were work-related.  Okay, I guess other professions need to be trained too. It read trainer on the labels and there were a lot of boxes!  My bad.

Then headed for the bedrooms with hesitation.  The only consolation with my bedroom is, that I know every morning I make the bed, despite the laundry on the floor or the dust on the dressers. The bed is like our life raft in the sinking ship of clutter around us.  Okay back to our bedroom.  Actually, it wasn't bad.  I had recently dusted and my husband had organized his side a bit, so by most hoarding standards, it's probably a three.  He had most of his bike bags zipped up along the wall and his reading material stacked.

Ladies, remember when you had babies and they came with diaper bags and all those accessories?   This is what it is like being married to a cyclist.  They come with bottles, gear, gadgets and bags full of clothing all over the house.

Everyone dreads cleaning bathrooms. I glanced at the counter top...
Polo Aftershave, Paul Mitchell Hair Gel, Hammer Balm Muscle Cream, DZnuts Chamois Cream, and I thought, "He should really put some of these in his diaper bag."

My husband had a business meeting in Park City last week, so the kids and I got to go up to take a break.  The boys skied all day but my daughter and I opted instead to put on warm gear and take a short run around town.  She plays soccer and likes to run as well.  After our run, we were treated to a 50 minute massage at the hotel spa (courtesy of my thoughtful husband).  Now I've had a few massages in my life...not many, but a few.  My first was probably in my late 20's or early 30's.  My daughter was a little anxious at first when she slowly passed the steam room down the candle-lit hall of the Hotel Park City Spa.  The satin spa robe swallowed her small 13-year old frame.  We shared a room during the treatment.   I wasn't sure if it was the music, the fragrant oil, or the massage itself that made her catatonic, but I tried to speak to her a few times but she remained perfectly silent.

Afterwards she beamed, "I heard you but I couldn't speak. That was heaven and I drooled three times."

I thought, What have I done? I've opened a can of worms.

I remember when I got my first Barbie.  I loved Barbies. My mom probably rethought that first Barbie purchase over and over.  I had over 42 Barbies purchased during the Barbie years. And those who know anything about playing with Barbies, know that the Barbie window is very small.  Barbie is too mature to be played with for a baby girl, yet too young to be kept around with when you're in the preteens. And you know what you need with Barbie?  A whole lot of other Barbie crap:  Ken, Skipper, the motor home, the dream house, the hair salon, the air plane, and not to mention an endless wardrobe. Believe me, I had it.

So far, none of our kids are seriously into biking.  One son has a cycling jersey.  Another has a bike up at college with some accessories, but nothing that is breaking the bank.  The cycling black hole at my home is strictly my husband's.  My kids play baseball, football, soccer and the usual sports.  My daughter, however,  is starting the track thing.  And I have to admit, I kind of like it.  Running is something we both enjoy.  Originally I thought as far as cost, great! I'm thinking tennis shoes and shorts.  Unluckily, I laid out big bucks for some spikes last weekend because apparently she has sprinters spikes instead of long distance spikes.  Okay, honest mistake.  Never trust a salesperson at Dick's sporting goods.  Just for personal comparison,  I began making a few notes on some fees versus baseball or football fees.

First up Track
Compression socks - she wore mine and liked them  $24.00
Athleta headband - she adopted mine, so eventually I will need to replace it  $18.00
Running jacket - needed for outdoor training $30.00
Long distance spikes - note: send bill to Dick's Sporting Goods $120.00
dznuts embrocation cream - she discovered my husband's after workout to help with sore muscles $20.99

After attending the track meet at the Olympic Oval she was very nervous as she is young and it was her first high school meet. She ran a 5:47 mile unofficially.   Priceless

Lance's Upcoming Confession

I'm sure there are cyclists world-wide, my husband included, who are curious as to what Armstrong said to Oprah in his confessional interview to be aired this Thursday.  We all know he is guilty of doping, so what's the breaking news here?  I guess we would like to see him look uncomfortable admitting the dirty details that he is a liar and a cheater.  Well, don't hold your breath.  From what I've read about him, Armstrong only looks out for himself.  He must think he gains something from hitting the couch with O.

The thing that I find fascinating is why open up to Oprah and not Bob Roll, Phil Liggett or even Dan Patrick?  Her show isn't even on prime time.  Where is the Oprah network channel anyway?  I have a theory why he is BFF'n with O.  I think Armstrong knows that he's alienated his comrades and cycling enthusiasts and he is trying to appeal to women for forgiveness and the advertising market.  Since admitting his guilt, he has trunks of money in sponsorships to loose as well as pending law suits.

As a skirt (and the target market I know Armstrong is trying to convince), I'm frankly annoyed.  I think he is an amazing athlete in a dirty sport, but blaming the culture of the sport still doesn't justify doping, bullying or make him a champion.  It makes him a champion of cheaters.  You don't put cheaters on cereal boxes, jerseys or on magazine covers.

Running With Goggles

Utah's weather has been unusually cold the last two weeks, even for January.  The Velominati Rule #9 states that riding in cold weather makes you a bad ass.  Well, running in at 5:30 a.m. in freezing temperatures either makes you a bad ass or a dumb one, I can't decide.

The cold weather and snow was methodically clearing my weekend schedule: daughter's soccer games were canceled, along with church meetings, indoor baseball practice, and even the city ski bus to Brighton (the last one especially ironic).  Yet, I still got a text from the skirts to run on Saturday and to dress warm and wear "ski goggles."   I had barely thawed out from a previous run where it hit a balmy seven degrees outside.  Does it make me feel bad ass to dream of a gym pass during the 8.5 miles in ankle-deep snow?  As you can imagine we weren't breaking time records during a winter storm, but we did do a few acts of service along the way, pulling cars out of the snow.  Afterward, I felt like I ran in mashed potatoes for 20 miles.  It's no wonder those spin classes are so crowded in the winter.  I'm just hoping it warms up a little, because my psyche is ready to crack - along with my knee joint, hip flexor, finger tips and all other extremities.

I have an amendment for the Velominati Keepers: Rule #92 Peer pressure can be deadly...but when you're called out, you're called out. (This includes e-mails and texts / race entry confirmations are preferred) 

Let me announce now, that I will not open any "lottery" messages regarding a snowshoe run. I know these races exist as I know the skirts love to include others on their adventures.  I had a great adventure on the route I like to call the "Slush Run" this past weekend, but blizzard runs are off my bucket list.   I actually ran in the St. George Marathon purely because the skirts entered my name with theirs in the lottery and we were all selected.  Next thing I knew, I was registered and running shoulder to shoulder with strangers.  Me -without a fuel belt at mile 20 thinking, "How did I get here?"

On our early run this morning, some of the skirts were discussing what some our rules might look like, in contrast to that of to the Velominati's.  It all basically boiled down to only one rule, not 91, not Ten Commandments, but one rule.  The Only Rule is this, The family comes first.  Now with this rule there are subheadings and an entire alphabet of scenarios to explain why, how, where, and when this rule applies, but for those who are married to a cyclist you know what I'm talking about.

The Only Rule # 1 The family comes first.
a. If you have a hobby, or are training, do it before the house is awake, for example, 5:00 a.m. is acceptable.  This way you don't interrupt everyone's day.

b. If you enter a race, go on a ride or run, the children are yours and you must find a babysitter.  

c. A skirt can never take a sick day off.  You may have the flu, strep, and feel like crap, but you are always responsible for everyone's dinner, homework and laundry.

d. A skirt is always on call. Be prepared to cancel or move your plans on a minute's notice. Your day is always "tentative" because you never know when you might get that call to run your kid's homework to the elementary school, Fed Ex that binder to your husband on his business trip, or have to double back to meet that repair man at the house who suddenly called.

e. If you have a young skirt in the house, educate her.  Give her more to do.  Get her up early and make her eat last.  The more she learns now, the better off she'll be.

f.  Shop at a discount and use coupons. Nothing pleases a skirt more than rolling through the sticky floors of Wall mart saving money and clipping coupons out of newspapers. The more a skirt saves - the less debt at the local bike shop.  

g. Enjoy your quality time with the kids at practices, grocery shopping, piano, dance, swimming, and soccer etc.  Your man is enjoying his quality time riding after work.  You had your time...preferably at 5:00 a.m. with a headlamp and reflective gear.

h.  Be sure to show your delight in taking one for the team.  Embrace it!  Okay, sometimes this can be displayed with slamming doors, glassy stares and the ever-popular silent treatment.

Living in Utah, one might expect jokes about polygamy.  I married a polyvelociped -- a man who shares his life with multiple bikes.  And just as I would imagine that a polygamist, (not that I pretend to know first hand about the practice), would have a unique relationship with a first wife, so too my husband has a special relationship with his "first" bike.  What I mean to say is, the bike he spends the most time with and is the workhorse is definitely his main squeeze.  He perhaps has a different relationship with #2, then #3 and so on.

"They each serve their own purpose," he says.  "The road bike, the cross-bike, the mountain bike, the BMX..."

I can compare his collection to the days of the week underwear.  Every day deserves another bike for a different labeled occasion.  A lot of my friends ride.  Some have kids that ride and compete as well.  You can imaging the inventory beginning to build!  When it comes to men and cycling, again all logic goes out the window.
 
Decades ago, columnist Erma Bombeck wrote, "Too much of a good thing could be wonderful."   You know what else could be wonderful?....parking your cars inside your garage.