The Salt Lake Half Century

Yesterday I biked 50 miles.

I have never in my life come close to that kind of mileage.

Although I know some people that ride their bikes 50 miles before breakfast, for me, it's kind of a big deal.

My step-dad, Mark, has been doing some bike rides (not races) with his company. It started a year ago when they did one in New York which was somewhere around 40 miles I think and went through all five boroughs. Which I think sounds so awesome. Then he did one in San Diego and my brother Ryan joined them. Then a couple months ago he invited all of his children to do half of the Salt Lake Century with him.

Yesterday was the big day. And even though I had some anxiety about it I'm so glad I did it.

I did a little bit of training but probably not enough. A couple months of riding the stationary bike at the gym and then riding an actual bike short distances 3 times a week for the past two weeks.

The race (ride) started at 7:30am. The full century went from the Utah State fairgrounds (west of downtown SLC) up to Antelope Island in the Great Salt Lake and back. Are goal was to make it to the Island and be picked up from there.

The riders were myself, Mark, Ryan, Sarah, Sarah's friend Ali and Megan and Trent. And a handful of people from my dad's company.

We did the ride in three stages. Two 18 miles legs and the last was 14 miles. 

The First Stage: Wasn't too difficult and went by pretty quickly. Because we had all left the starting line together all the racers (riders) were together in big packs. Which was kind of intimidating as they whizzed past you. I started out ahead of the my group, but my brother passed me pretty quickly. Then a little late my sister and her friend and then my dad and I stayed pretty near each other the first 18 miles.

This is where I realized the bike I was on put me at a disadvantage. You see, (and all this info was new to me until very recently) I was on a mountain bike, not a road bike. Road bikes are very light and have super skinny tires (less touching the road = less friction = less effort to whizz past people on mountain bikes). Mountain bikes have heavier bodies (more to haul) and thicker tires (more friction). I didn't think it would make that big of a difference. But, I realized as I was pedaling as hard as everyone around me in my highest gear and they were flying past me on their spiffy road bikes, it definitely does make a difference when you're doing that kind of mileage.

Megan and Trent turned around at the first pit stop at 18 miles just south of Lagoon. The rest of us waited for my dad's co-workers to catch up. Both times we stopped we were stopped longer than we wanted to be waiting for people to catch up. 

The Second Stage: Was, by far, the toughest part of the ride mentally. I ended up all alone with Ryan and Sarah and friend in front of me (on their spiffy road bikes) and Mark & co. behind me. The thing that made it so tough was I had nothing to gauge distance or time and had no idea how far I had to go before the next stop. Every biker I passed I wanted to ask if he knew the mileage and every person I passed in their yard I wanted to ask what township I was in. Centerville? Kaysville? Farmington? Layton? Syracuse? I just had to keep going and going not knowing how far I had to go. Not to mention the growing physical discomfort from being on a bike that long. I don't care what anyone says. The female anatomy was not made for those saddles. People kept telling me I would get used to it. I don't WANT to get used to it. Even with my super padded bike shorts. Yeeouch. Not to mention the discomfort in your hands, wrists, and neck. And the burning of the legs.

After another 18 miles I finally rolled into the second pit stop.  

Now for some comic relief: Jill had left me a "good luck" treat  that morning, a Cliff bar and one of those packets of goo that they market as a miracle energy restorer but is really just straight sugar and some caffeine. I had opened the pouch of goo (chocolate flavored) early in the race and was taking little nips as I went on and putting it back in the pocket in the back of my jersey. Well, at the second pit stop we ended up waiting a long time and I naturally ended up laying on the grass. On my back. It took me a minute to I realized what I had in my back pocket. I sat up quick, reached behind me and my hand came away with a brown sticky mess. I asked Sarah to come and get the other things out of my other pockets now that my hands were a mess. She fell into grossed out fits. Smeared on the back of my jersey, right at my waist line was a brown, wet smear. I tried to fold my jersey on itself to get the sticky mess off my back but the way Sarah reacted I knew that the visual of it on my skin was much worse. Luckily my dad had an extra jersey he had taken off as the day had gotten warmer. I scooted to the bathroom hoping no one would notice that it looked like I had messed myself.


How embarrassing. And what a great laugh.


The last leg of the ride was 14 miles. Over the causeway on the Great Salt Lake to Antelope island. This was the toughest part of the ride physical. One because my legs were pretty beat, and two because I had moved on from discomfort and was somewhere near pain. Sarah staid with me the whole time across the causeway. Once we got to the island we thought we were through. But then we realized to go the full 50 miles we had to go around the island. It was about 4 miles. There were two small climbs and I was so worn down I had to walk my bike to the top of the second one. Right as I finished the loop my mom pulled up in the van.


Although I wouldn't have called what we did "fun" it is really fun to say I did it. And it made a great memory.


I might invest in a road bike in the future.


And, after everything, it still beats the hell out of running.

Cheese Burgers and Corn Dogs

Editor's note: To my few male readers, don't let the title of this post fool you, you will probably find this post boring.

Since Monday, I've been on a carb fast. No bread, pasta, rice or potatoes or anything else made with flour until Saturday the 31st.

I've never been one to diet. I'm more concerned with eating whole foods and a balanced diet than I am severe, eliminations of entire kinds of food.

Same with working out. I much prefer being active to "working out".

So why the austere and bleak two week fast? Its an experiment.

I've never been unhappy with the way that I look. I'm pretty lucky in that even when I do gain weight I maintain my shape (meaning: my round parts get rounder). I'm tall enough that I can carry some extra weight better than if I were shorter, but the future makes me nervous. Because the sad truth is, its all up hill from here. Whether its babies, other womanly things or just a slower metabolism, its only going to get tougher and tougher to maintain the way I look. Another stark reality: if I go up one more size I won't be shopping at my favorite stores anymore. And that is the most sobering and motivating thought of all.

Thus the experiment: What will it take for me to lose/maintain my weight? Since the beginning of the year I've been working out more consistently than I have since high school. I've seen results but not anything anyone else would notice.

So if exercise won't do it a change in diet is in order. One of my challenges with that is I already eat pretty well. I'm naturally inclined to want good food (Don't get me wrong I want bad food pretty often but I'm pretty good at moderating and controlling myself).

Which leads to the carb fast. I'm going to Arizona for Spring Break in a week and the motivation of being in a swim suit for the first time in the season is helping me along.

So far it hasn't been too tough. I've been having eggs and yogurt for breakfast, salad for lunch, soup for dinner. I'm nervous for the weekend. It'll probably be tougher to do without the structure of my work day. The hardest time of day is 3-4pm. That's when I just want something quick and its hard to not eat a cracker or cookie.

I just really hope I see results. Or I'll be mad.

Tonight I started thinking about what I wanted to break my fast with. I'm thinking a grilled cheese...

It's Elmo's World

Last week I reached the end of my 30 Rock queue on Netflix (the horror!). Casting around for something else I watched the documentary titled "Being Elmo" which as I'm sure you can deduce is about the creater/actor/muppeteer that gave the world the little, red, furry monster Elmo.

(Is anyone else surprised that the person responsible for such a lovable child-like character is a tall, handsome, big hearted black man. I may have a type...)

The documentary was charming. Its no secret that I love the Muppets. And you'd have to have a real stone cold heart to not feel a little warm and soft inside when you see Elmo hug a sick child and tell him "Elmo loves you" followed by that adorable giggle.

Fast forward to this week. My classes are currently learning about the things of historical importance in the early 20th century. We've been learning about radios and radio plays. Next week they will create and produce their own radio plays. In preparation we covered a bit on sound effects. I found myself searching through videos of a voice actor named Fred Newman who was a sound effect guy on A Prairie Home Companion and Between the Lions. He also, apparently was a frequent visitor on everyone's favorite Street. The one Elmo lives on.

I showed the kids this video of Fred visiting Elmo and demonstrating some mouth noises. It was incredible to see their reaction. Elmo had their complete attention. They were smiling and laughing and more than a few, without any self-consciousness or prompt followed along with Fred's "popping" demonstration. These are teenagers. Responding to Sesame Street . Delightful.

Maybe my lessons would be more engaging if I used a sock puppet from now on.

(I showed the kids clip from A Prairie Home Companion before the Sesame Street one and upon seeing Fred Newman, one of the kids (an African refugee no less) yelled, "That guy is on Sesame Street!" Cute.)

Scene from a friendship

Jill got a laptop this month. The following is our gchat from our respective rooms last night.

This is how we talk now:

10:28 PM Jill: can you make a word out of these letters? ENPPELIZ

10:29 PM me: Penile? Who are you playing? That's not very appropriate

haha

Jill: haha no you have to use all of the letters

it's that drawing game...

me: zepplin

zipline

10:30 PM zeppelin is it

Jill: What the crap is that?

me: a blimp

10:31 PM Jill: I was going to say that he drew a blimp...

is that another word for a blimp? weird!

10:32 PM me: blimps and zeppelins aren't actually the same thing but its the closest thing to compare it to

a blimp is what you see floating above a baseball game advertising good year

a zeppelin was used as a form of air travel before planes became really popular

10:33 PM zeppelin's turned out to be a bad idea because they were filled with hydrogen which is highly flammable

pretty dangerous way to travel

Jill: well I'm happy to say that I've learned something new today.

me: so glad you have a computer now so we can really talk to each other.

10:34 PM Jill: are you copying this from a website?

me: no

I'm a history teacher

Jill: you so smat

me: was that on purpose?

Jill: yes

me: whatev

I promise we're still not gay.

Is there a better reason?

"Hey Jill, what are you making?"

"Chocolate chip cookies."

"How come?"

"I'm on my period."

I have no problem with that.

Hilarious Snow Day!

Its snowing today for the first time since...October? (We're having a bad year) And snow falling outside makes me want to do two things 1. Go skiing and 2. If I can't go skiing then I want to curl up and do nothing but wear fuzzy socks and consume media and warm drinks (not hot drinks, that's the devil's temperature).

So to help you enjoy your snow day, wherever you are, here's some links to some awesome viral videos:

1. I wish I had this much fun when I worked out.

2. "And it starts right now...."

3. This is how you make the day (year?) of a hundred sassy teenage girls. (It takes a minute for the surprise to come. Be patient and enjoy the dancing)

4. So wait...does she work at Ebay or Jamba Juice?

5. This one is 6 minutes long but you get the point after 1.

6. I'm sure you've seen this one but its so adorable I wanted to give you a chance to watch it again. Someday she's going to whistle.

7. Who knew the tiny Olsen twins were racist? Also WTH??

8. The panic in this woman's face is hilarious!

Enjoy! I wish I was skiing.