Exhausted and it feels so good! Clinic, practice, ride, train… this girl had a busy but AMAZING weekend. Working with jrs is great, but working one on one with a Jr girl, coaching her through shifting gears, holding a line, descending and seeing her make progress is what it’s about. That’s how I spent my Saturday morning, on my road bike riding, side by side with a developing racer, teaching her, encouraging her, being her cheerleader! Then I switched gears (literally) to my MTB and worked with a rock star group of women, teaching them about balance, stability, and filling their toolbox with skills they can work on, develop, and apply. The most amazing part of that was the energy that was at the clinic. It was all positive, warm (yeah it was also 90*), and welcoming. My favorite part was right towards the end of the “skills” work in the field, my group was learning the “peak and push” to roll down a small drop. We had a few “green lights” meaning it was a definite go, and a few that were “yellow lights” meaning it was a skill they wanted to try, but needed to see people do it a few times. The last rider to roll up was the most unsure, but I knew she could do. She rolled around the staging area a few times and then with confidence rolled up onto the ramp and nailed her peak and push and my group of women erupted with clapping, cheers, and so much excitement for her success. Empowering at its best- women doing what we should be doing, instilling confidence and strength in other women. Don’t get me wrong, I love coaching men though these skills as well and watching them succeed, but the energy from a group of women is next to none.
On to Sunday… what happens when you put three strong and determine women on a bikes? They kick some ass. This particular ride for me had one of the worst beginnings I’ve ever experienced. I’ll preface this with…every now and then my pre-workout doesn’t agree with me. I haven’t been able to pin point why, but if I don’t get the workout going within about 45 min of drinking it…cue the nausea. Normally, I can just push though and drink some water and it passes, this morning nothing I tried worked. The nausea was bad enough I actually started to dry heave in the parking lot. I grabbed a ginger ale shot blocks (ginger chews are my go to for nausea, but I was out) hoping that would help. It did, or so I thought. I was hoping once we got rolling between the wind blowing in my face and actually moving it would pass. Wrong again… cue dry heaves while riding…ugh…I sent the other two gals ahead and took a moment to breathe, drink some ice water and give myself a pep talk. Hoping that would be the last of it, I hopped back on and peddled my butt off to catch back up. Thankfully, between the wind blowing in my face and increased effort, it FINALLY passed. That was a miserable hour between the parking lot and when it stopped. I so wanted to just throw in the towel and head home, but this girl doesn’t give in, she is strong. After this lil bout blech…the ride turned out to be a great/hard/fast/my legs are going to fall off kind of rides. Highlight of this was definitely passing the buff dude that sucked our wheel for a good bit of time. We had a lovely lil lady train going and out of nowhere were joined by a 4th rider, ok fine, but don’t sit there for miles, let me pull you, and then sprint off like you’re owning the road. That ignited something in me and I looked back gave a nod and the lady train attacked, up a hill of all places (for those that don’t know- climbing on my road bike is NOT my strength, in fact it my weakness). I don’t normally mind people jumping on for a bit, but there was something about this guy’s attitude/demeanor that pissed me off, not sure what it was, but buh bye, see ya later, you just got dropped by the lady train. We rode hard and each rode through something with focus and drive. Cycling is a great form of therapy…btw. This ride may be the foundation to a BIG race in the next few years…we’ve got 3 strong, fast women, all we need is one more.
Today was also Father’s Day! (Happy Father’s Day Dad!) I had a plan to take dad out to Medina to show him around the mtb trail. Weather had a different plan. Rain kept bubbling up and I don’t want his first experience at Medina to be bad. So we postponed and decided to stay local. We are both part of an organization called The National Mountain Bike Patrol and you have to do a series of orientation patrols to become a patroller at various trails. So we headed up to the trail and I led dad on his last orientation patrol!
I spent about 10 hours on my bike between both days, got a lil sun burnt (yep even with the good old zinc sunblock), had fun, encouraged, taught, loved, laughed, and had a total blast. I proved to myself that this really is what I love doing and I can push though some serious nausea and make it my strongest road ride of the season. Bike-n-Bits is taking shape, starting to roll, and is turning my passion in to purpose! #bikenbits #empower #ladieswhoshred #driventoinspire