Why am I not getting notification of comments?
Something to do with GDPR (Global Data Privacy Regulations) launching in the UK the end of May is the suspicion. You may have noticed you have to accept terms/conditions on websites you visit regularly, that is part of that, many more restrictions on Personally Identifiable Information. That's why. I can go into a whole spiel on GDPR if you need fodder for a nap.
And back to our regular program...
Monday (0) At least I was moving a bit better than Sunday morning. Mikey and I were texting about some nonsense and I whined to him about my pain and my lack of Advil, he recommended Alleve, the text came in just as I had hobbled into CVS.
|Buy one get one 50% off. I can't pass up a bargain.|
The man is a godsend. It took 3 doses spaced about 4 hours apart and I finally got enough relief to sleep through the night. I spent most of the night alternating between the heating pad on the ouchy area and cramming a lacrosse ball on the ouchy spot to get the mangle of crap to break up.
Tuesday (1) Back to work, I used the heating pad to warm up the ouchy part and get it moving before I crawled out of bed, that helped! I was walking very gingerly and the guys in my area were having a wonderful time busting my chops about how does one get a pinched nerve in their hip... the levity really helped and I mustered up the courage to walk to the far cafeteria for lunch. Standing in line didn't exactly feel great but my walk back was faster than my walk to the cafe! Progress!
|So excited to get my team jersey.|
Hopeful I'd be able to wear it on Saturday and ride!
By the time I got home I was navigating stairs like an adult and not a toddler.
|Massive tears seeing the dedication to Dave Sachs|
What a guy, what a loss.
Jax was getting super goofy and we were playing and disturbing Dave so we went for a walk and the humidity got to him, as I expected it would. He curled up in his bed and zonked out for the rest of the night.
|And another disgusting one.|
Wednesday (3) I woke up and was able to get out of bed unassisted! Ahhhhh... Ro and I did the flat beach loop at a respectable pace, and as I walked I felt better and as the day progressed only a small amount of residual pain from changing my gait for nearly 5 days. I think I'm through this.
|I'm not an IPA fan but Dave is and he enjoyed this.|
Thursday (1) The plan was to leave before 3 and it should be 4.5 hours to get to White Ledge Campground in Albany NH. Dave has some generally crazy ideas on what is the easier way to get somewhere. That is what his mapping program told him. I tried to explain what reality would be getting through MA... feh whatever.
|We went solar!|
Charges the batteries enough to run the fans all night!
This was our first after dark arrival, 8:55 p.m. Threading the needle into the campsite was probably best done in the dark. I think seeing what we were facing would have made it tenser. A narrow bridge to back over and a large tree in the site were the obstacles. Fortunately, the rain had just stopped so we could at least maneuver through the minimal set up quickly, we are getting very efficient, or is it proficient?
|Getting into that spot was work, these were deserved!|
Friday (4) Earlier in the week I texted Leslie for a recommendation on a quiet trail with a pond suitable for my crazy Jax. She recommended a hike 10-minute drive from the campsite and it was perfect for Mr. Crazy Pants. After dropping Dave off at Cranmore, we found the trail and then Heron Pond and I soaked Jax till he cooled off, it was hot, and humid, with no end in sight. Once we got back to the main trail he took off the opposite way from the car I followed to see where he wanted to go. It's not my hike it's his, after all. He found a cute trail to Chocorua Lake, the embankment was too steep for him to navigate so we didn't go in. The main trail probably would have taken us to a more suitable place for him to jump down into the lake.
I regretted not changing into my running clothes so I could submerge my self in the cool water. I really dislike being hot and feeling greasy.
|Tasty Water! -- Jax|
Jax and I hung out at camp enjoying small breezes; about 1:30 the thunder started. BOOM! Lightening within 3 miles of our camp. Lovely. Dave texted about 2:15 and would be ready to be picked up.
|I'm wet and not even interested in shaking off. -- Jax|
The skies opened up on my drive to Cranmore to pick up a very soaking wet Dave.
|Beth Check this out!!!|
Leslie is awesome, make sure you tell her I told you I love her for this adventure.
And so went the rest of the day. Crazy storms rolling through. Ugh, how bad was this ride going to be on Saturday...
|Well this could suck|
We played Scrabble and I stopped checking the weather. He annihilated me in Scrabble, clearly, this was an omen.
Saturday (78 + 2) A quick peek at the weather showed cloudy until 2 then chances of rain and thunderstorms increased to 50%. Cloudy is good!
|The nosey boys|
Ro texted they were leaving and the plan was to meet them at the ranger station at the bottom of the Kank. Mark estimated 45 minutes for them to be there, it was an hour. I kind of suspected it would be.
|Five Top the Notches|
5 of us started and the guys would peel off after the first aid station.
|Before the worst of all three climbs (well 4 really)|
All went well to that point. The climbs are long slow grinds, I usually LOVE these climbs. The first one up the Kank and up Bear Notch was good. The downhill was amazing and I PRd from 2015, which I didn't doubt because it was raining in 2015.
|I missed the 4th notch|
About 10 a.m. the sun came out in full force to dry out a week's worth of apocalyptic rain, spiking the humidity. To make it more fun all the rest of the climbs were in full sun. Definitely, the humidity took its toll on me and by mile 60 I was bonking. I tried to recover, but once you start down the bonk road it is pretty much a sure thing. I made another 18 miles and that was it, I was done. Ro and Grace went on to finish the full century and I had a ride back with a lovely woman named Jen who told me about her two hikes on the AT through Georgia, one she had to bail and the other her friend had to bail. We talked about knitting, and hiking, and biking, and aging as a woman, and fundraising, and the need for vaccines.
|The gals before I broke up the band|
As we neared the 25th mile in the 30 miles I was unable to bike, but somehow secretly thought I could, Jen could see me thinking and said: "Do you REALLY think you could have done this?" I answered honestly. "No." She then went on to tell me about the conversation among the ham radio operators and that it was clear to them before it was clear to me I was fading and hopefully would surrender on my own and not have to be pulled from the course.
She asked if I needed anything and I said, I'll bike down to Dunkin Donuts and have a coolata or whatever they are calling it now - basically sugar and cream with some artificial coffee and chocolate flavor,a and wait for my husband to pick me up. She said that she would take me through the drive through and he would pick me up at Tin Mountain. And that was that.
All of this impressed me so much.
I mustered up the courage to start the ride, knowing there were things going against me, hip, heat, humidity, hydration. I got as far as I could, I accepted help from friends and strangers, and I am better off for that. I'm of the DNF is better than DNS school. Gathering up the courage to embark on something you may or may not be able to complete is winning rather than not even trying.
Here's the link to my first experience riding this century. It really is a great ride and superbly supported. I can't say enough good things about the ride and Tin Mountain Conservation Center.
Relive the ride here.
Actually, I haven't said anything about Tin Mountain Conservation Center. "The mission of the Tin Mountain Conservation Center is to promote an appreciation of the natural environment among children, adults, and families, through hands-on programs in the schools, at camp, and in the community and demonstrate responsible stewardship of natural resources through land protection, research, sustainable forestry, agriculture, and energy."
Sunday (1) Jax and I lazed about in the morning and Dave went off for a ride. I felt remarkably OK. A little minor quad soreness and the usual saddle soreness. Mostly super tired. I question my doctors if I am anemic and the blood tests show I am not. Although I wonder... but yet I did an incredible amount of physical work riding 78 miles and climbing nearly 5,000 feet of elevation. So perhaps that is why I felt tired. But it was a different kind of tired, not the physical exertion kind of tired.
He got to come into the people bed in the a.m., just like at home.
And when we need him out of the way.
I contemplated going for a short hike up one of the two trails from the camp, but as I was doing that Dave texted he'd be back in 15 minutes. The first loop of the ride didn't go as he had hoped and he was hesitant to follow the second loop and further his disappointment.
|Jax atop Mount Washinton, his first 4K.|
Mileage: Why do I bother?
Knitting: The socks are starting to look like socks!
"The Forgotten Road"
by Richard Paul Evans
This is the second book in the series, but I wonder if it really is a series. This is the one that arrived first so I started with this one. "The Broken Road" will be next. This book is about a man walking Route 66 from Chicago to Santa Monica after escaping death. Well everyone thinks he is dead, he is not.
Considering where I started the week I have no business being disappointed in how the week ended.
Beth, neither disappointed, nor feeling like a failure.
|This perplexed me to no end.|
I don't know why but it did.
Remove the pin open the door and then you have to slam not shut the door to put the pin back in...