What else could happen...
Monday, September 14, 2009
This past week has been full of interesting things. DW (TAMZTIME) decided to fix some new Spark recipes since she can’t tolerate eating chicken daily. It was tough for me to work in these new meals since I’ve rationed out my daily calories amongst my meals. In the end we had a pretty good turkey meatloaf and a Mexican enchilada made with ground turkey. We enjoyed the enchilada meal with a salad on Thursday evening. Friday night brought me back into my normal eating since the girls were gone for the night. When I woke on Saturday to weigh in and gear up for the weekend bike ride I noticed something odd…I gained 3 pounds this week. Huh? After several minutes I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s quite possibly water weight from the high sodium dinner Thursday.
After gearing up and dressing for the days biking challenge I was off to the event to ride. The nice part was this ride was in my hometown and would provide a flat route with little challenge. I assumed that we could ride this 63-mile route in under 4 hours; boy was I wrong. While unloading my bike I notice my rear tire is mostly flat, but think nothing of it. Before even getting going my HRM was unwilling to cooperate and I decided to just abandon trying to adjust it any longer. Anne (AMCG2002) and I were cruising along warming up and chatting when someone darts out on our left to pass. I recognize this person as one of the trainers from the YMCA that I am a member of. We both do a quick double take and he decides to hang with us for the remainder of the ride. About 20 miles in brings the first rest stop and I check the tire. It’s down enough PSI to dent it with my thumb. I decide to put some air into it and keep an eye on it the rest of the day. The three of us pull away from the rest area and within 3 miles, PFTSSS, the tire blows. The last time we tried to change a tire it was a failed experience and had to stop a fellow rider for help. This time I was determined we could do this on our own. It took over 30 minutes to change, but we did it and I felt good about it. We utilized a trick cyclist use of folding a dollar twice to reinforce the tire in the soft spot. The tire didn’t look good, but was holding air and we were off moving again. We made a quick stop at the 2nd food break and were under way again. Not more than 3 miles (again), PFTSSS, rear tire goes again. This time the tire looks much worse than before. On our first stop the support vehicle gave us his cell number “just in case.” While I started tearing down the bike Anne calls to have them join us. We get the tube replaced and are just waiting for support to see if they have a patch for the tire. Once they arrive we put a patch in place, fill with air and we’re on our way, again. Safely back to our vehicles I look at the tire and decide it’s not going to last much longer. So much for our quick, easy 63-mile tour.
DW & DD return from their day and DD is heading to a sleep over. I start calling places in Columbus to find the tires for my bike. One place had what I was looking for, but they closed at 6pm; it was almost 5 now. DW is exhausted from their big day, but decides to ride along anyhow. Traffic wasn’t bad considering the big football game in town. I get to the store with about 20 minutes to spare. I ask to make sure they’ll fit my rims with no troubles and they tell me that the only thing I’ll notice is these tires will be faster then the old ones; no complaints there. Late Sunday morning I start putting these new tires on and it’s quite the job. A friend actually had to take his to the bike shop to have them installed, but I wanted to do this on my own. It took some patience, not my strong suit, and strength, but they were on and looking flashy. Much like a kid I had to take them for a ‘test’ spin. Thirty-miles later and 1300 calories I deem these tires worthy of the effort.
This weeks challenge is to make sure those 3 pounds disappear PLUS a bit more. If not, it was no fluke and “Lucy, you got some ‘splainin’ to do.”