Filed under: Bike Rides, Events, Seizures | Tags: 100 miles, bike riding, century, charity, donations, flahute racing, fundraiser, kelley point park, mapmyride, marine drive, Monkeywrench Bicycle Club, organizing, out to pasture farm sanctuary, portobello trattoria, seizure, spring water corridor, trailhead coffee roasters, vegan, womens forum
After 45 days of obsessively promoting the ride, it finally happened. With the amazing donations from the community we have raised $1255 for Out to Pasture Animal Sanctuary (and are still accepting donations until September 15th!)
You can read my official ride report on Pedaling for the Pasture blog.
What about me? In a typical BIKELEPTIC fashion, I had a seizure the Wednesday before the ride.
It was just a partial complex seizure, so nothing serious. You know, “just” a yada yada. . .
Anyway, I took my seizure meds and after a couple hours was still in that postictal haze. Took some more meds and a few hours later took some more. Needless to say I didn’t go to work that day. That evening, feeling a distinct pinch in my brain and slightly, well here’s the key phrase - off kilter – I finally decided it was a good idea to go to the ER. I hate going to the ER because they don’t do anything. Sure enough, several hours and a few hundred dollars later, I returned home, feeling more nauseous and migrainey – and with no resolution. Thursday was a little better but still groggy.
Friday ended with Brad and I printing off the cue sheets and waivers far into the evening. I had a laundry list of tasks to complete, which strangely enough for once did not include laundry. I wanted to swap out my stem (because I am always doing smart things to my bike and/or gear the day before a long ride. I also bought new fingerless gloves and a fucking cap to wear on an 80 degree day), put on my bottle cages, clean up my chain, do a quick tune up, etc.
You know, things that I shouldn’t have left until the night before. Things that I should know as someone who has been riding a bike for more than a couple days should know, but well. . . yeah. I’m a busy person and when I made that New Year’s Goal back in February to be more organized, my time management skills immediately went to shit.
At least I didn’t make the goal to bike more or I’d be dead by now.
So I got to bed a bit after midnight, setting my clock for O’Dark:30 in the morning and blearily allowed myself to get maybe five hours of sleep.
Crack of dawn later, I was up, kitted up – embrocation slathered on my knees, because despite the 80 degree forecast for the day, in a typical Northwest fashion it was barely in the 60s that morning. Grabbed my food, tools, helmet, gear – change of clothes for afterwards and threw it all in grocery bag and loaded up the bike in the car.
Yeah. I wanted to be fresh for my 100 miles so instead of a 5 mile warm up, I got a drive over.
I’m that kind of person.
I also wanted to be there a few minutes early to the couple’s house that were hosting the breakfast since I was, you know. . . organizing the ride.
Mark and Shannon had prepared an amazing breakfast spread. It was like a TV family sitcom breakfast. Like hotel continental. My “I never get to do fancy things” side is showing, but it was really nice of them to provide so many delicious choices for us. Soy AND almond yoghurts, gluten-free rolls and ciabatta bread, gluten-free oatmeal, a variety of fruits, tea, coffee, juice. The list goes on. It was pretty spectacular. They are pretty stellar people. Not only did they host breakfast, we started the ride from their home and it happened to be the perfect location in relation to where I wanted to make the first checkpoint, so it was as if it was meant to be.
Turns out that I have met Mark before on a ride this last winter. Also turns out that he had sent me an e-mail on behalf of a team that I regret not joining up with (even though I love my current team – it’s just my work schedule isn’t lining up), so there was that sheepish moment of recognition.
Even more so when the realization set in that of the six people total involved with the event on this fine Saturday, September 7th, three of them were members of Monkeywrench Bicycle Club and the other three were Flahute Racing p/b Trailhead Coffee Roasters. It was completely accidental because everyone had signed up completely independently (except Mark and Shannon of course) so it kind of amused me. Only thing that would have been better is if we had all been team kitted up.
Josh, whom I met last summer and then found out that we had signed up for the Sanctuary Century independently of each other last year signed up for my ride this year. He showed up with his fixed gear. Last year I thought he was a badass for riding THAT ride on a fixie. And that route was flat.
My route was decidedly not flat.
In fact, MapMyRide says that there is 2822′ worth of elevation gain. I will admit there was one hill (the suburban development right before we got to the animal sanctuary) that I walked up. I’m no here. There was another hill that I didn’t walk, but I did stop several times. It just never ended. I walked down to the bottom of a hill, albeit I had a flat rear tube and was having some wicked fork flop, so I don’t think that counts.
If you are interested in the route that we took, here it is.
There were glitches, as to be expected.
I wanted to show up at Kelley Point, ride out to the beach and take a photo. Simple, right? Well, as we approached there was a lines of cars and people standing around in sarongs in a haze of smoke. I was to find out a couple days later that “Hempstalk” was happening at that exact moment, vaporizing my plans.
So we rode on through.
What we missed out with stoned Portlanders, however, we made up with by visiting the brand new boat dock on Marine Drive. They had Dyson bladeless fans.
It was around there that we said good-bye to the bicycle portion of the ride for Lisa. She was our car support. Also, she fractured her spine in June at the Rainier Road Race and hasn’t hit her 3 month mark yet. She wanted to ride a little with us, so decided to do Kelley Point Park and then make her way back to the car.
As someone who has also broken their back, I wasn’t doing shit at three months. I was eating cereal from the box and watching Psych on cable.
There might be a reason I weighed 70 lbs more then than I do now.
Regardless, she was a rockstar. Lisa showed up at the 50 mile mark on the sidewalk to flag us down with coconut water. She showed up at a ballpark in a really random place on the Springwater Corridor with jugs of water to top off our bottles. When we missed connecting with her at the top of Women’s Forum, she brought us our lunch on the side of the road, next to the Sandy River.
And then there was Chris. Not only did he ride from his home across town to the breakfast spot, but then when were at a reststop in Troutdale, he casually said that he was going to shoot ahead of us and then loop back. He ended up looping an extra 20 miles there, grand totalling at the end over 130 miles. I don’t blame him. He just upgraded his bike, which he worked really hard to do and has been busting ass out on the course this year.
I was humbled.
There were a lot of things that I could have done differently. There were half as many people this year and the people that were riding with me were strong cyclists. When you have that concentration mixed with the fact that I have been doing (hah) no training this year, was off my bike for most of the month of June, and have been having on-going health issues, I don’t just have to be strong – I have to be stronger – for me.
Of course, I was also the one to get the flat. Last year, several people got flats, but this year it was just me. I couldn’t find the leak to just do a quick patch and tried to just put co2 in it.
Don’t do that. Just change the tube in the first place and don’t waste time. Before I even realized I had the flat, I thought it was me. I thought that I was failing, energy-wise. I was giving myself all this negative feedback about how I should have done this better and how I couldn’t understand why when I had done all my nutrition-storing right I was crashing so badly – how it felt like I was pedaling through mud and my fork was shaking so badly. . . oh yeah. Shit. Huh.
We ended with pizza that I purchased from Portobello Trattoria. Purchased, with a little help from my friend Emily, who gave me a “get well” gift certificate after my appendectomy. I don’t think that was the original purpose of the gift certificate, but you know what? It went to feeding a group of starving cyclists, so it was the best purpose!
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