I tend to wear a lot of white t-shirts to work either under jackets, vests, etc, so I have quite a few. All of a sudden, about mid-summer, I started noticing that all of my white t's were getting these weird stains down the front or the back of them. The patterns were the same, but it wasn't always in the same place. I didn't notice it until they came out of the wash, so I was ready to blame the wash (and I started wearing colored t's).
Just last night as I was lying in bed trying to fall asleep, I was going over all the things in my bag for my ride after work today. We go for sushi (or some other food) right after riding, so I always want to make sure I have something somewhat suitable to wear. Baseball hat? Check. Non-cycling shoes? Check. Towel to wipe off my face? Nah...I'll just use my t-shirt again.... LIGHTBULB!!
Holy cow...I have been ruining my white t-shirts by using them to wipe the sweat off my face after riding. I wear a light mineral makeup to work and apparently when you mix it with sweat, it stains cotton. Duh! Mystery solved!!
My new non-farm blog: Finding Freedom
I've had this ongoing neck pain for a couple of years that I kind of thought (but wouldn't admit) was from cycling. It's pretty much a constant part of my life, and I have learned to live with it until I can't bear it, then I see my chiropractor.
Well, I realized yesterday that I haven't had the pain at all for more than a week. The only thing that's changed is my local grocery store, that I walk to almost daily, has been closed for renovations for the past 10 days. Ah hah! Not cycling pain, but carrying groceries!
I was biking uphill the other day (with my husband) and I started to slow down so I shifted to an easier gear. Well it got harder to pedal so I shifted to an easier gear again but kept slowing down. Yep, it took me THREE shifts to realize I was shifting the wrong way- into the harder gears. That hill hurt.
My husband almost fell off his bike he was laughing so hard.
I've been searching for at least two months for a reasonably inexpensive source of flat sheets of 5-6 mm neoprene to cut into pads for under my big toe joints in my running (and other) shoes, for my Morton's foot.
This morning I realized I have probably eight or nine flat sheets of 5-6 mm neoprene laying around the house in storage boxes, shoved in the backs of drawers, etc.
And so do you. Think about it....
in the 20th century we used to call them "mouse pads."![]()
Speed comes from what you put behind you. - Judi Ketteler
Well, here are two lightbulb moments (not very on topic, but funny)
I was called (I was on the bike...on topic) to a house to investigate a noise at the complainants front door...she stated an "animal or short person" was tapping at her door, over and over. It would stop briefly, then start again. I arrived and asked dispatch to call her and ask her to come to the door so she could claim her cardboard door flier (coupons and such) that was blowing in the evening breeze and tapping on her door.
I can't throw stones, because I was working the football game on the horse and the announcer blared over the PA "AND NOW THE CENTRAL HIGH MASCOT, RICKY THE JAGUAR, TAKES THE FIELD!" ...I am not even kidding, I thought to myself, "well, that's very risky." It took about two seconds before I realized it was, of course, not a REAL jaguar.
And they give me a badge and gun.
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"I never made "Who's Who"- but sure as hell I made "What's That??..."
I keep ending up with chain grease all over me--not only on my right leg as normal, but on my left leg too. I couldn't figure out why until I was walking my bike across the street one day--I walk my bike on its right!