We geeks have some strange preoccupations. Bicycle weight is one of them. The lighter the bike, the faster we shall go. Basic physics. Geeks also like spreadsheets. I meticulously assembled the claimed weights of every single component that I am purchasing to build my next race bike (the Niner Air 9 in the raw paint-free finish - much like the one pictured above) into a special weight-geek spreadsheet.
The result was a pleasant surprise; 9501 grams (20.95 lbs). In a few short weeks after all is assembled, we'll see if the geek-o-sheet calculations were correct.
I rode my bicycle again today for the first time since my shoulder dislocation on August 29th! In my usual damn the torpedoes way, I decided to ride off-road instead of some lame spin on a greenway. The shoulder remained intact over some roots and downhills where I let 'er rip. Feels pretty good actually. I still have a twinge here and there, and it's obvious that the muscle strength has diminished considerably, but I can unequivocally say that I am back on the bike!
My studies have begun. I am a student of the body, mind and soul and have started the journey of a thousand miles with my first steps.
Without giving too much away, I have been struggling for years with the prospect of just doing what I've always been doing, which is usually not what I really want to be doing, just because it's not hard for me and it pays the bills.
But deep inside the yearning to do more has steadily become more and more difficult for me to ignore. I will remake myself into someone who helps others.
Consider this a dislocated shoulder rehabilitation update of sorts. I still haven't been cleared by my physical therapist to ride yet, but everything is progressing nicely and we're working on building strength back into the shoulder.
I can't even begin to put into words how much I miss riding my bike so I'm not even going to try. Being in the woods on a trail is one of the most peaceful and calming things that I am lucky enough to experience on a regular basis. Since I have to do it without the aid of a mountain bike for a bit longer, I've started to speed things up a bit by progressing from hiking to running.
I'm enjoying being on singletrack, but I'm not exactly turning into a runner. You can't coast! The downhills are nowhere near as fun as they are on a mountain bike. Hey, I'm just thankful for being out there. What an amazingly beautiful time of the year.
So until I can put my wheels back under me, I'll work on my stride and hope that it translates into better overall fitness since I'm using different muscles than usual. Who knows, I may love it so much in a couple more weeks that I might sign myself up for the Roanoke marathon! (incomprehensible)
Our new team sponsor helped out with some door prizes.
Moe, Angelia and Laura workin' the sign-laden registration table.
Laura, Me, Pookie and Kristin taking a break in the perfect fall weather.
Wake reviewing the pre-race instructions with the youngsters before the kid's race.
The young 'uns had an awesome time on the challenging mountain bike course. They seemed to have a much better time than their adult counterparts who raced uphill for 6 3/4 miles.
I made friends (thank goodness) with a canine version of Sasquatch.
Some classic hardware, perfect for hill climbin'!
All smiles before the suffering began.
In the end it was Anina Adrian and Robert Marion as the overall winners on the day. Robert set a blistering pace to complete the nearly 7 mile climb in just over 39 minutes. For those of you who are not familiar with Poor Mountain, here's a pic. (It ain't anywhere near easy)