Downtown St. Louis just got a bit louder to ring in the 2006 World Series Champions. Difficult to not to be a fan right now.
(Currently wearing my Cardinals hat from game 3)
Downtown St. Louis just got a bit louder to ring in the 2006 World Series Champions. Difficult to not to be a fan right now.
(Currently wearing my Cardinals hat from game 3)
My sister is participating in the Relay For Life with Missouri State University to support cancer research and education.
Relay is an overnight event that unites our community in a common effort to support the American Cancer Society’s lifesaving mission to eliminate cancer as a major health problem. The Society works every day to prevent cancer and save lives by supporting groundbreaking research, affecting public policies that protect us from cancer, and educating people on how to prevent or detect cancer early. The Society helps people in our community who have cancer through its many programs and services. Together, we can help the American Cancer Society accelerate the progress toward a cancer-free future.
Please join her efforts and support the American Cancer Society.
Thank you.
It’s been more than a week since the MS 150 ride raising funds for multiple sclerosis research and programs, and my legs have mostly returned to normal, so some sort of re-cap is required.
Overall, the MS 150 went very well, but it was not without hardships (long distance aside). Friday, we headed out for Columbia to complete registration and grab our hotel room for some sleep before Day 1. We stopped for dinner on the way, but spent more time than planned at an Italian restaurant stocking up on carbs. We ended up arriving at registration too late to complete it that night, so we just checked into the hotel to sleep as much as possible before taking care of event check-in and riding the next morning.
I’m not a morning person, and it really showed Saturday. I don’t know of a good way to wake up knowing you’ve committed to ride 100 miles that day, planning the better part of the day on the bike. Anyway, we got into the event grounds early enough to finish registration, meet up with our team, and cram more food. We walked out to the route start among the first couple hundred riders and hit the road around 7:30.
One of the things that help me spend so much time on the bike is that I have shoes that attach to my pedals (kind of like skis) so I can pedal 360 degrees of the crank instead of just pushing down. Unfortunately, among the mass of riders shoulder to shoulder starting this ride, I found I couldn’t clip in on the right. Not a good way to start at least 150 miles for the weekend. I was still able to hook my part of my right cleat into the pedal so I could push down for about a third of the stroke on that side, but was still largely relying on the working left leg. Around the time I was able to figure this out, a fast line of riders was coming from the back. I wanted to clear the surrounding crowd so I could more comfortably experiment with the pedal, so I joined the faster pace line.
Likely motivated by the same insanity that makes me think riding all weekend is fun, we stuck with that pace line, skipped the first rest stop at 10 miles, and didn’t stop to check out the pedal until the 20 mile rest stop. Between the awkward stroke and the 20 mph average, my legs felt unusually tired for only 20 miles, but they improved with some stretching and time spent fixing the pedal and cleat. I was finally able clip in on both sides, which provide ability for an even stroke. Unfortunately, I just spent 20 miles wearing out my right leg, so the rest of the ride was spent trying to compensate again.
Having ridden enough to learn how to ignore discomfort, I still wanted to at least complete the century the 1st day, especially since we had gotten off to such a fast start, so we still kept a decent pace. The route split for the 75 and 100 mile paths before lunch, which meant we had to complete our extra 25 miles *before* lunch since it was a shared location. I think we stopped every 10 miles or so at east rest stop for a quick stretch and some snacks and Gatorade, but only for about 5 minutes to not let the muscles get too cold. Around 65 miles we arrived at lunch (actually somewhat early) and spent about an hour for more food, stretching and rest.
The majority of the remaining 35 miles that day were spent riding into a head-wind in about 90 degree heat, which was anticipated, but still of course unpleasant. Riding into wind essentially subtracts speed in exchange for effort – our speed drops but we feel like were having to work twice as hard.
I spent most of Day 1 riding with one of my teammates, Hans. He and I rolled across the finish line for that day just before 4pm; much earlier than anticipated. Only one other century rider on the team (the “Hermit”) finished before us, which was a fun accomplishment. We checked in our bikes, roamed the event grounds for an early dinner and beverages, and waited at the finish to cheer on the finishing riders.
After so much activity, the body doesn’t really stop consuming energy, so after cleaning up by 6:30 we were hungry again, and went for our second dinner across the road from the hotel. I remember eating, but couldn’t tell you what it was; I’m sure it wasn’t on the plate for too long. We were back in bed by 8:45, exhaustion taking over any ability to stay awake.
I woke up to legs in pain (but still tried very hard to go back to sleep and pretend I didn’t have to ride), but downed some ibuprofen after I (finally) got out of bed. I spent an unusual amount of time Day 1 pulling on the pedals, straining leg muscles that rarely get worked that way. Consequently, there was little strength left there, on top of legs already tired from riding 100 miles the previous day. I sadly didn’t think trying for the century again wise, so I decided to only do the 75 in hopes of taking it easier so I didn’t do any serious damage.
To add insult to injury, Day 2’s first 10 miles were reasonably hilly, forcing my legs awake. As much as the first half-hour hurt, it was awfully fun to race down some hills at 40 mph! This day’s century route turn-off didn’t take place until after lunch, so part of me still wanted to hold judgment until checking time left in the day at that point, even though I was also wishing I just u-turned around the first 20 miles. Anyway, after arriving at the split that afternoon, I could not convince myself that an extra 25 miles was a good idea, and continued on the 75 path. I rode Day 2 with Kurt, who offered excellent support and motivation keeping me from calling it quits even when my legs felt that there was nothing left. Hans had sped ahead of us early on and expected to do the 100. Since all three of us were driving home together, I rationalized taking extra time at rest stops to rest. We probably had been napping at the last stop for about half an hour when I get a text-message by phone that Hans missed the turn off for the century and was waiting for us back at the finish, so there was some motivation to finally finish. It was around then that several others in our group arrived at the last stop, so we socialized a bit before riding again.
The last section of Day 2 followed the same way we started, so those fun hilly 10 miles we started with were no-so-fun hills for the end of the day. I took a break or two at some of the crests before continuing, and even had to walk the last quarter of the last hill, but we finally rolled back into the event grounds that afternoon – this time I think it was about 4:45.
Hans had been back long enough to get in line for a massage at one of the tents, and had already eaten. By the time Kurt and I showed up, we were just ready to get our bikes to the car and leave. We were still starving, so we stopped to get some food (and washed/changed), but finally began our trip back home. By car. In much softer seats than we spent most of the weekend.
I spent the majority of the weekend on a bike, but have not really shared any experiences about how beautiful scenery was, or interesting towns we rode through, or fun conversations we had. That’s largely because when you’re out there, hamming along on the pedals, pushing through exhaustion, I’m sorry to say you really don’t get much of that. My brain activity can pretty much be summarized with combinations of: road, pothole, gravel, faster, “passing on your left!”, ouch, bug, *&$#@, thirsty… and repeat. An odd excuse for fun maybe, but there it is. I didn’t make the 200 miles I hoped to, but certainly put in my time for 150+. The muscles right behind my knees are still suffering a bit, so that’s my punishment I guess.
Thank you to those that contributed to the National MS Society’s cause. 2,802 participants rode 150 miles over two days, raising more than $1.9 million to end the devastating effects of MS.
With your help, as of this I was able to raise $420 of my personal $500 goal. I still have until October to meet my personal fundraising goal. If you have not yet and would still like to make a donation,
you can do so with a secured online payment from my 2005 MS 150 Progress Page.
Here are some metrics for the weekend:
Ride Time | Avg mph | Max mph | Distance(mi) | Avg heart rate | Calories burned | |
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2005-09-10 (Sat): | 5:58:51 | 16.4 | 40.90 | 98.19 | 157 | 6147 |
2005-09-11 (Sun): | 4:46:12 | 15.80 | 43.0 | 75.61 | 141 | 4482 |
If everything goes as planned, tomorrow I’ll be in Columbia, MO riding in the MS 150 bike tour. Because I cave to peer pressure, the plan is to pedal 200 miles this weekend.
I’m kind of anxious right now, but mostly because I’m not quite prepared… I’ve not yet gathered all the gear and supplies I need, and with about 5 hours before we hope to leave, I still don’t have my bike! Now, that’s mostly my fault as I took it in late to get some work and a tune-up done, but I can still be frustrated because it was supposed to be done yesterday, but wasn’t. It’s expected to be ready before noon today – hopefully that’s true.
The distance doesn’t worry me as I’ve done it before, but I’m still certain it will be a significant amount of torture. Hopefully the hills are kind and the heat and wind aren’t too bad. Wanna come? I’ve got an extra registered number… I probably haven’t sold the experience well…
The point for all this is to raise money for National MS Society programs and research for a multiple sclerosis cure. Please sponsor me as I try and do my part for this event.
Thank you.
The 2005 South By Southwest site offers a SXSW Festival Music Preview containing 2 GB of full length, free (legal) music from the participating artists. My download completed this morning, but like a good p2p netizen I’ll let the torrent run for a while to keep the Internet gods happy.
It’s valid to say “I can’t believe it’s already 2005,” but actually the beginning of 2004 seems like a long time ago.
I’ll hold off on resolutions and speculation for this year, but I hope I take more advantage of this space. We’ll see how that works out.
Anyway, to the 5 of you (I know who you are), Happy New Year!
Thanksgiving used to start in the car before holiday rush hour on Wednesday. Mom would get out of school about the same time my sisters and I would, and once home we’d claim territory in the minivan, settle in, and drive downtown to pick up Dad from work. He’d take the wheel and officially begin the annual trip from St. Louis to Chicago to visit the rest of the family. After the usual adventures of trapping family members in a car for several hours, we’d arrive in the suburbs of Chicago and spend the night with Mom’s brother and family. Thursday was spent with most of Mom’s side of the family, with an enormous Thanksgiving dinner hosted at Grandma and Grandpa’s with all families contributing more than enough food; everything of course homemade and outstanding. Friday we’d get up early and drive to Milwaukee to visit Dad’s side, have another huge midday meal while visiting, and make sure we’d also visit Kopp’s Frozen Custard at least once before returning to Chicago that night. Sometimes Saturday was spent visiting more, but either Saturday or Sunday we’d pack back up and return to St. Louis.
Families change over time, and traditions evolve. Now out of school, parent’s home, and married, Kelly and I alternate between our parent’s Thanksgiving dinner plans. Kelly’s parent’s host a delicious Thanksgiving in St. Louis, and mine still make the Chicago trip every year. While the location may change for us, Thanksgiving remains a time to set aside the trivial details distracting us from life, and spend some quality time reconnecting with loved ones.
This year, I found myself on Wednesday unable to get away from work early enough to beat the holiday traffic driving between St. Louis and Chicago. Ideally, Kelly and I hoped to leave by 3pm, but I was still tied to my desk at 3:30, and still had not packed. My parents left closer to noon with one of my sisters and her boyfriend, and my other sister was driving separately with her boyfriend about an hour behind them.
I had already talked with Mom about their progress through a winter storm that had popped in to drop rain, sleet and snow across their path, and found out how traffic was crawling. The conditions were particularly bad between Springfield and Lincoln, IL, with cars sliding off the road and running into each other. Plows had apparently so far been absent. The typical 5-6 hour drive was looking like it was going to take them closer to 9-10 hours. After chatting with Kelly and checking in on the parents with another phone call, we decided to skip the traditional Wednesday Chicago scramble and just leave early the next morning.
This Thanksgiving, I’m thankful we didn’t try to make the drive on Wednesday. A worthy story should show up on my sister Kelly’s site soon detailing their exciting 13 hour trip.
Our trip was wonderfully uneventful; the biggest hitch was briefly forgetting where the wiper de-icer button was, and having trouble finding an appetizing fast food restaurant open on Thanksgiving for a morning snack. While driving we saw plenty of cars and associated carnage on the sides of the road and in ditches from the previous evening’s weather, but the road surface was mostly dry for us and traffic was light. We were plenty alert in the morning and satisfactory land speed delivered us to join the family before noon.
Mom’s brother’s family hosted Thanksgiving this year, and we snacked on rye bread with dill dip and jalapeno cheese squares while baby kittens and football entertained.
Grandma and Grandpa arrived and food was soon served. Everything was of course wonderful and overfilling. A break between dinner and desert definitely required; naps were enjoyed (and more football I’m told). Back at the table, we sang Happy Birthday to Henry, and sat down for round 2. I think I had four different slices of pie on my plate at one time, I can’t recall. I do remember being stuffed.
More naps were had, some card games (Hand and Foot), but that evening the kids took off to see The Incredibles (again for some). I tried on my sisters new glasses to discover that they made the showtimes more clear. I was the last one to not need glasses; now I’ll have to visit an eye guy when the new year starts. After the movie, Kelly and I introduced Firefly to those interested, and watched the excellent pilot and 2nd episode (I really miss this show) before collapsing into the sofa bed we were watching from.
Woke up late Friday morning (which felt like a Sunday) for the drive to Milwaukee, but was able to change into decent before it was time to leave. We decided that we’d join my sisters in planning to return to St. Louis that night, breaking tradition some more by leaving earlier, but doing so feels like it extends the vacation. So we packed the cars intending not to return to our gracious hosts until another trip, and then left to go further north for more family visiting.
Dad’s parents look much better than I’ve seen them in a while, and I was happy to visit a little after not being up to see them for some time. We stayed at Grandma and Grandpas while waiting for Dad’s sister to show up, then we went out for lunch, taking over part of the restaurant with 14 people. Lunch was topped off with two scoops of Kopp’s Turtle Cheesecake Frozen Custard. Goodbye hugs were shared and back into the cars the six “kids” climbed for the return trip to St. Louis.
The drive was again quick and uneventful, going faster than expected. The iPod was wonderful for music since the radio is not, and I was able to get some serious music rating time in. After dropping off my sister and her boyfriend so they could go visit his family some, Kelly and I returned home to remind our cats they don’t live alone, and to get some time with the Internet. I finished this post in bed, which I only was away from for one night. This was the most efficient Thanksgiving trip I can remember.
We gathered for an entertaining election results party with many TVs airing different stations and even more laptops pulling statistics, but the night wasn’t for us. When I wake up, I expect solid confirmation that we’ll unfortunately be looking at four more years of George W. Bush.
At this point Iowa and Ohio are essentially being held out as too close to call, and CNN is stalling and speculating to keep viewers entertained, but it essentially comes down to Kerry losing to Bush.
I had hoped to see the election bring us a replacement, though I didn’t see it fixing anything exactly. One of my concerns is that the country is so evenly divided, and each side so certain of their positions, they easily dismiss the other, and rational discourse does not take place. If it takes another term of Bush to wake people up, then we can at least regroup and begin the repair. If in four years I instead find his popular approval even higher, then at least it will be more clear to me that I’m not surrounded by like-minded people (I know, I already live in a red state) and my country doesn’t care to keep me.
I didn’t think this country would remain so out of touch with reality and re-elect this president. I’m going to bed disappointed with the results, disappointed with the people of this nation, and afraid for what the future holds.
President Bush declares victory in 2004 presidental election telling supporters “America has spoken.”
It’s the second part of that newsflash that really upsets me.