Picking up the pieces

How do I pick up the pieces after not blogging here for six months? Obviously, I’ve been doing a lot more slow happy LIVING than writing about it. Generally, I like it that way, although I do feel pangs of guilt when I visit my blog admin page and see that no one comes to visit because there’s never anything new to see.

After our big cycling tour last August, I parked the bike and returned my focus to running. I had only nine weeks to train for an October marathon. That didn’t end well, as I wrote about elsewhere. It was late October before I felt like doing much of anything again. The bike stayed mostly parked, and I rode it only a few times before the weather turned too wet for pleasant cycling. I ran a 10K in December, immediately before we made a road trip down to California.

We drove 3,300 miles in ten days and visited a handful of relatives and friends along the way. It was hectic. At least the weather cooperated… except for the day we drove through a sandstorm in 25 degree weather with 30 mph winds. Good times!

We brought our bikes with us on the off chance that we’d have time to ride with a friend in San Diego. Indeed, we had just enough time for a leisurely 13 mile ride around Mission Bay on Christmas Eve.

We’re always very careful about securing our bikes and usually don’t let them out of our sight. When we travel we lock them onto the bike rack on the back of the car. Wherever we stop to eat, we try to grab a window seat so we can watch them. At night we bring the bikes into our motel room with us.

When we finished our delightful San Diego bike ride, we left the bikes locked on the rack for an hour, while we showered at our friend’s apartment in a nice neighborhood. Then we walked outside to leave.

You guessed it. Our bikes were gone. The lock was cut through, cleanly and professionally.

My bike was insured; CFL’s was not. We both learned a very expensive lesson. No more external bike racks for us, no matter how expensive or sturdy-seeming the lock. We’ll carry the bikes inside the van — and we probably won’t let them out of our sight even though locked inside the van.

I had a pretty good idea of what I wanted in my next bike, so I’d ordered it within a couple of weeks. When I bought my last one, disc brakes weren’t yet widely available on road bikes. But disc brakes are so much better on the wet, slick surfaces that are so common in the Pacific Northwest! And on my long hilly rides last summer, my hands took a beating trying to stop my bike with its old-school caliper brakes. So disc brakes were a must for me. While I was doing that favor for my hands, I figured I might as well go the next step and get electronic shifting — push-buttons are so much easier on small hands than the long throw of the shift lever! And well, I wanted lighter wheels too. The insurance settlement (which took depreciation into account) covered less than half the cost of my new bike.

Bottom line, I ended up with a very nice bike — a bike that I’m still afraid of because it’s SO nice. I’ve only ridden it 42 miles in the month that I’ve owned it. One reason I’m not riding much is that CFL is still waiting for his new bike… which is back-ordered until May. The other reason, off course, is that I’m marathon training again. After April 2, I’ll be ready to focus on cycling again. Well, except for that half marathon on June 5.

But then, when our local trail looks like this, it’s hard to get enthusiastic about cycling! Yes, it’s mudslide season again.

We call this one the Big Puddle. It’s at least 10 yards long and several inches deep. Some people go around it on the berm at the right, but the berm itself has become so muddy that I don’t attempt it. I simply turn around at this spot.

Come this May when the puddles are a distant memory and CFL finally has his bike, we’ll get serious about cycling again. We have two big rides planned for this summer. We’re doing STP (Seattle to Portland)! We’ll be somewhere near the back of the pack of 10,000 cyclists for this 2-day, 200+ mile bike ride. And we’re also doing RAW (Ride Around Washington) again. On this year’s route, we’ll pick up where we left off last year in Walla Walla and ride 437 meandering miles through the Palouse region, all the way to Metaline Falls — the tiny town that is as far north and east as you can go in Washington state. We 250 cyclists will outnumber the good citizens of Metaline Falls.

Thus while we may be getting off to a relatively slow start in 2016, we have many long training rides ahead of us. To say nothing of hikes, long runs, and the utterly non-negotiable daily walk. I’m averaging nearly 20,000 steps a day so far this year. For me, that adds up to nearly 10 miles a day on foot.

Now, it’s almost time for my daily walk. See you on the trail? Watch out for that puddle!

 

4 responses to “Picking up the pieces

  1. Oh my goodness! I’m so sorry to hear about the stolen bikes. I can just imagine the feelings when you discovered them missing! But it does sound like you have new “instruments” that must delight you. It’s always really nice to see your name in the inbox and to know you’ve posted, but I think that cycling and running and preparing for marathons is pretty exciting stuff! 🙂

    • Debra, yes, it was very tough to accept that the bikes were gone. We’d been so careful, and then JUST when we let our guard down for an hour, on a day that was supposed to be simply fun with a friend in a beautiful place. Never again!

      While I’m glad to have a nice new bike, it will be a while before I feel as comfortable riding it as I’d become with the old one. Muscle memory is very strong, I’m learning, and I’ll need lots of hours in the saddle to regain my confidence. One step (or pedal stroke) at a time!

  2. I had my bike ‘moved’ a couple of weeks ago – it was for a bizarre reason that I’ll not get into here, but I was shortly thereafter pointed towards its new location – that initial moment of it not being there was pretty surreal and I shall use that moment, and your tale, as a reminder.

    • Brian, it was an awful feeling, which I’ve only partly assuaged with the excitement of buying a new bike. In the future I’ll be careful to the point of paranoia, which won’t be fun either. I’ve had my home burglarized, and that is much worse, but this theft ranks high on my list of experiences I’d prefer not to have had. I do hope it never happens to you!

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