May 17 ride reports anybody?

[Duck on Wheels]

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creaps at this petty pace from day to day ...

Here I was enjoying a sunny afternoon, one eye on the clock to where the LBS promised my bike would be ready. If I finished my housework by then I could walk to the shop and ride home. :)

Well, almost done with the housework with 2 hours to go, but those "extreme thunder storm warnings" that looked so improbable an hour ago ...? They were accurate. :( What a thrill to hear that thunder roll and the rain pour down! It's almost tropical. And very refreshing as I air out the newly cleaned apartment. But it does mean waiting another day to pick up the bike. I mean, here the bike will be fresh oiled and tuned. What a waste to gunk it up on a 6-mile ride through storm muck on ordinary city streets I walk every day already. But tomorrow, tomorrow, I'll love ya if your weather forecast holds. :)

Oh, and I'm sore from spin class today anyway. A good tough endurance ride and learned all about schnoodles from my "ride partner" on the next bike over.

[DirtDiva]

You learned all about what?

[Duck on Wheels]

schnoodles. designer mutts, schnauzer/poodle mix. expensive. and you have to sign a contract that you won't let your dog breed. but they sound cute and this guy says his daughter's is very lovable.

[Deanna]

Poodles seem to be the universal mixer! I'd heard of labradoodles before, but this is the first I've heard of schnoodles.

[Jones]

Poodles seem to be the universal mixer!

This just cracked me up. I picture a bunch of mixed breed dogs in cocktail glasses.

[maillotpois]

Wow - this turned into a great thread!!

[Lise]

What happens if they breed?

Re: riding--this morning, sunny, warm. Didn't ride to work. :eek:
--this afternoon: HAIL. Didn't have to ride home. :D

[betagirl]

Hail just missed me out in Oak Park. But it's raining. When I got home around 4:30 I thought I could get in a ride, but thankfully checked the radar. That would have hurt :D

[maillotpois]

What happens if they breed?

Re: riding--this morning, sunny, warm. Didn't ride to work. :eek:
--this afternoon: HAIL. Didn't have to ride home. :D


You mean a labradoodle and a schnoodle???? I don't know if there are enough syllables for that.

Hail?? Really??

[Steph_in_TX]

The first time I heard of a labradoodle, my eyes went :eek: as I thought of that poor little poodle. Then I realized they meant the standard variety and not the little toy kind!

[Crankin]

OK, I got up at 4:45, to be ready to leave at 5:45. Gear and bike all packed and clothes at work. Ar 5:50 i was ready and getting nervous. I went up to say goodbye to my husband and I just wimped out. My excuse was that we have state testing today and i didn't think I would have enough time to get there, clean up and then do all of the things I had to do by 7:35. This turned out to be true (I barely got done even though I arrived at 6:45), but I still feel like a wimp.
I commuted regularly one or two days a week before I moved. My last house was 6.7 hilly miles to my school. Now, the car commute is about 13.5, but getting there on a bike requires some rerouting that could be anywhere between 15-18 miles. Not huge mileage for me, but it requires a lot of planning with allowing enough time.When I commute, I ride slower, so this ride could take me up to an hour and 15 minutes. Oh well.
I did ride when I got home, thankfully, after ten days of no riding, because of the rain. Usual 16 mile, loop, skies cloudy, threatening rain, then sunny, about 65 degrees. I was wearing a long sleeve regular jersey and knickers. I had to push up my sleeves, but the knickers were OK. I felt like it had been longer than ten days not being on the bike (but going to the gym), but my average was the same: 15.7 before the big climb up my street and 15.2 after the climb. I am really behind in my mileage for the year.

[Kimmyt]

It was 4:15, and I was having doubts.

Not about riding. I wanted to ride. I was having doubts about myself, as always, and about whether I'd be able to keep up with my ever-patient cycling group.

Two others were in the parking lot, and despite the few raindrops that had fallen on my window on the drive over, the skies looked like they might clear up and give us a beautiful afternoon to match the surprisingly beautiful day.

I clipped into my pedals and made the first few strokes. It always seems to me that it's the first mile that sets the tone for the ride, and it was certainly not boding well. My thighs already were mildly complaining about the ride I'd given them yesterday and the spin class and boot camp class I'd treated them to the day before. Apparently, they informed me, they weren't too fond of wall sits.

As usual, I started in the back of the small group of three. The leader was a strong rider who was very supportive of my 'just-beginning' skills and struggles. The second person was a climbing friend of mine who wanted to join us to log some more miles. He'd only ridden three days so far this season, but he was The Cycling Kind, that is a ridiculously tall and lanky person that seems to find pedalling and climbing hills as easy as walking.

I brought up the rear, lagging a bit behind as I tried to entice my legs into moving. We hadn't even barely started the ride, and already I was panting. This would be a bad day.

We took the first few miles to the meeting point and met up with two other cyclists who would be joining us. They'd come from our company's other site. We set off, apparently to do Hills. *cue scary music*

Off towards the park I started feeling a bit better about myself. My legs had warmed up and I thought maybe I could handle it today. After all, the last time we'd done hills I'd had a wonderful day and not only not had to dismount, but had even passed someone on a hill! The first hill proved me wrong, and immediately I felt the LA in my thighs. I was panting heavily as I topped the tiny slope, and happily trailed a bit behind the group as I kept to my own pace.

The ride wasn't going too bad, granted I felt like I was dying on the hills, but I was beginning to think again that maybe I could handle the bigger hills that were coming up.

Until I realized we were doing Mt. Misery.

Which, apparently lives up to it's name, being 1 mile long and a steady, mischevious little bastard of a hill (it doesn't look nearly as steep as it feels). I stopped after a short distance, panting and coughing up nonexistent phlegm. My thighs felt as solid and heavy as two iron bars. One of the riders came back down a ways to me, and I informed her that I may not be able to make it, but I'd try. She promised to have the group wait at the top for me for 20 minutes and if I didn't show up they'd come back down and pick me up.

Then she was gone. And I was alone with the hill.

I remounted, talking to myself. I set myself goals. "See that curve there? I'm going to make it there. I won't dismount until I get there, come on you can do it legs, keep moving." I was at the curve. In my haste to stand up I almost fell. I took some deep breaths and continued the pattern. Short stretch to a flatter section, dismount. Breath. Allow lactic acid to subside. The stretches were getting shorter and I was beginning to wonder if it would ever end. Finally, I saw a yellow sign for a T-junction. I was at the top! And there was my group, waiting for me with a smile as I pulled up, panting and flattened with effort.

We rested a minute and then continued, to my surprise continuing on some milder (though they didn't seem too mild then) hills and back to the park.

Every hill was a struggle. The lactic acid wanted to stay there, and a few times I had to dismount again. I was yelling at myself on those hills, glad that the others were far ahead of me. I wanted to be alone with my anger and my disobedient body. Suddenly we were on a steeper hill. That looked familiar. Yes, I knew this hill, the steep switchbacks and the dark forested depths that lined the black asphalt. Were we really..... no! We were doing Mt. Joy (not nearly as joyful as it sounds, though a bit happier than Mt. Mis). I cursed my group, loud and uncaring. Damn them for making me do these hills! One followed by the other! My thighs were screaming, and I wanted to as well. But I continued, and met them on their way down from the top of Mt. Joy. As I was feeling utterly whipped, I elected not to continue to the top (though I probably would have if I were by myself) and we wrapped up the ride (if wrapped up means more hills until we were back on the short stretch of flat path to the cars).

By the time I got back to my car, I felt like I'd been through the wringer. My thighs felt twice their size, and I wanted nothing more than to just lay down and go to sleep.

All this effort and only 14 miles! I regretted saying I'd do the 50 mile ride on Sunday (written up as 'hilly and challenging'), and I almost regretted buying my bike at all. I was full of dissatisfaction. With myself, my performance. I was frustrated that I can't ever seem to be good at anything.

But then I got in my car, my baby in the backseat, and cranked up my music and looked around at the gorgeous late-day sunlight that was streaming through the windows, and thought that I was lucky. Hey, maybe I'm not the best cyclist. But I'm getting out there, right? And that's all that matters.

As one of the women in the group said to me during that horrible Mt. Misery climb, "You know I always feel that it only matters if I finish. I don't care if I don't get first place. I know I'll never be really great at cycling. All that matters is finishing out."

And she was right. I could dig that.

[Grog]

Great session of hill repeats at 6:30 am today... lots of roadies on that same hill. Nice weather (15 celcius), sunny... Best moment of the day!

[laughlaugh18]

schnoodles. designer mutts, schnauzer/poodle mix. expensive.


Check out this page for the myriad poodle mixes out there (doxie-doodle; peekapoo. etc. :eek: )

http://www.breedersclub.net/html/breeds/poodlemix.htm

[Lise]

Whoa! Kimmyt! What a ride! That post should be in adventure stories! :D
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MP--yes, really, hail, some of it 2 cm in diameter. The funny thing is, it's still kind of warm here, so when the hail started hitting my windshield (I had *just* gotten in the car), I thought it was flowers falling from the trees. It was mushy and sort of splatting on the glass. Then the really frozen stuff started--ice being flung at me from heaven. How incredibly glad was I not to be on a bike?!? I would've pulled off at the grocery store and hidden under their awning, but I would've been cold and wet, and still had to ride home when the hail let up. Glad it missed you, beta.
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About the schnoodle breeding--why do you have to sign a contract that you won't let them breed? :confused: L.

[SandyLS]

13 flat miles for me after work.Average speed 14.9. (A pretty good speed for me). Does anyone know if you can delete rides from Bike Journal? Somehow I managed to log tonight's ride 3 times. Oh well, if I can't delete the duplicates I'll just have to do the same ride two more times without logging to make up the difference.

[Lise]

13 flat miles for me after work.Average speed 14.9. (A pretty good speed for me). Does anyone know if you can delete rides from Bike Journal? Somehow I managed to log tonight's ride 3 times. Oh well, if I can't delete the duplicates I'll just have to do the same ride two more times without logging to make up the difference.
Get out there right now! You've got 26 more miles to ride tonight, missy! :p

[makbike]

I was finally able to commute to work on my bike since the arrival of spring. My three little orphan kittens are now eating canned food and I no longer have to tote them to work to feed them formula. These past five weeks of caring for them has been grand and I don't regret a single minute but it sure felt good this morning riding to work instead of driving.

I watched the clock and promptly at our release time (3:30) I was out of the school building and in the parking lot wondering which way to go. I decided to head to the next little town and make my way back toward my school. At the split point (go straight to school or hang a right for additional miles) I decided I was having too much fun to cut the ride short so I took the right and headed off for some additional miles. I haven't been on my bike since the 8th due to all the rain here and I was worried that I may have lost some of my strength and endurance which has had me worried given my Tour de Cure ride is this Saturday. Did I lose too much to complete the 62 mile course? After I took the right and journeyed on I felt it was safe to erase any of my doubts, at least for the time being. I put in a brisk 32 miles this afternoon and am so looking forward to my ride to the American Diabetes Association on Saturday.

I'm hoping the weather will cooperate tomorrow and after I clock out at the clinic I would like to get in at least 20 miles. I'm taking a vacation day on Friday so that I can rest up for Saturday's ride. Oh the joy of riding. Just 10 more working days and I'll be free for the summer. How nice it will be to ride whenever I want and not around my jobs.

[DrBee]

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About the schnoodle breeding--why do you have to sign a contract that you won't let them breed? :confused: L.

I would guess because they don't breed true. They're a hybrid, of sorts. A backcross or 2nd generation of hybrids (F2 - remember that from biology class) would not be a 50/50 schnoodle, labradoodle, or whatever.

[Duck on Wheels]

That's what I was thinking about as we "climbed one hill". So when we next were in a recovery break, I asked what would happen if two schnoodles bred. Would you get 50% schnoodle pups, 25% schnauzer, and 25% poodle? Or maybe just a random mix of traits? That's when he said he didn't know because the question was moot. You had to sign this contract not to breed them. But my bet is that it's not the pup quality that's in question here, but the breeders' income potential. They'd rather have a monopoly.

[DrBee]

I agree - I think the breeders want to keep everything "pure" so they can keep the monopoly. A papered hybrid dog. Gotta love it.