Vote for Collin

Update, as of 5.12.10

Sadly, Collin passed on this afternoon. The video contest was won by someone else, but it’s somewhat of a moot point now.

Some of you have asked what the “Team Collin” stickers are about on my mountain bike’s fork. Here’s a link to a short video explaining who Collin is and part of what the amazing crowd in the Road Bike Review “Lounge” have done to help him and his family out: http://video.bicycling.com/contests/win_any_bike_contest_2010/vote/8YWJHC2JJFSGCVG6

You can also see the rest of Collin’s story and frequent updates on his CaringBridge Site

If you want to help out, vote for this video. Get your friends to vote for this video. Tell everyone you know, and post a link on your own blog, website, or social networking venue of choice. If you want to help out financially, email me (andrea @ brickhouseracing.com), and I’ll direct you to where you can donate. Thanks!

Happy Mother’s Day

Ok, so I originally had this story in my last post, but it just didn’t fit the tone of the rest of the post, and well, it’s just kind of “weird.” So, I took it out shortly after the last posting. My mom read it first, though, and she called today requesting that I re-write it because it was her favoritest thing ever…

A few miles in to my solo ride home from where I’d split from the Outdoors Ride group, I rode by a cemetary and had what I can only explain as a psychic experience. As I approached, I noticed two African American men standing next to each other, hands in their pockets, heads down, looking at a memorial. Passing by, one of them looked up at me. At the same instant, I felt intense sadness. It sucked the breath out of my lungs as if it had traveled across the headwind from him and been absorbed into my capillaries. I believe those were two family members (probably brothers) that were visiting their mom at the cemetary. No idea really how I know, but that’s the sort of feeling I got. It was hard not to start crying- I felt as if I’d been shot. I did my best to compose my thoughts, and the next chance I got, pulled over to call my mom & wish her a happy Mother’s Day.

Random Photos

These don’t necessarily warrant their own separate posts, but they’re fun to look at.

Friday night, Ryan and Matt tried to reenact that famous scene from “Lady and the Tramp.” Their plan was foiled when they realized that it won’t work with ravioli.

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Saturday after the race, I was walking the dogs when I saw an odd looking stick. A closer look revealed that it wasn’t a stick, but a mass of black, spikey caterpillars on the end of a stick.

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Finally, Sunday morning, Matt and I combined the powers of ADHD and OCD and built a fire pit. Then we built a path. Then we cleaned out from under all of the surrounding rocks so that my mom would actually go down there without being afraid of lurking swarms of snakes coiled and ready to strike at her from every direction. Most of what we cleaned out was poison ivy. Don’t ask how I know.

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Random

Last night I went to the RB’s group ride (which, BTW, is covered up in noobsauce and triathletes now). I rode there, into a slight headwind, and my legs felt as if they’d finally relented to not taking a break following the MSGP weekend. I was also feeling a bit loopy, which resulted in my having a conversation with my legs in LOL-speak

At first I was like, ” Ok, legs, let’s get up this hill, we need to get to the group ride!” and my legs were all like, “ROFLCHOPTER!!!”

Then I arrived at RB’s. The ride started, and I wasn’t sure what to expect…

At first I was like, “I can haz triathlete hill attack?” and my legs were like, “Oh, Hai! We were JK!” Then I was all like, “OMG! K THX!!”

Then I stayed off the front for a few miles, got bored and sat up, then attacked the triathletes again when they got bitchy and wanted me to pull 30 seconds after they’d just caught me. Luckily Yoshi was there to play, too.

In other news, I thought of a Haiku while I was driving yesterday:

Windows are rolled down
Three 6 Mafia turned up
Summer in Memphis.

Maybe it’s time to take a rest day.

Kayak!

This semester at U of M, part of my teaching duties is to supervise several student interns. One of them happens to be a badass sponsored Kayaker who is doing her internship at a local community center where she and her boyfriend (also a badass) teach a kayaking class. So, as part of my supervisory duties, I participated in a class.

I’m sure I made a wonderful first impression- she gave me her spray skirt to use, couldn’t get it on over my butt, and had to have help to pull it on over my head. Then, when I went to sit in the boat (also hers), we had to remove the padding from the hip area.

Hey- life’s not always easy when you’ve got one of these:
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Once I was in the water, the first thing I learned was how to bail out if I got turned upside down and couldn’t right myself. I thought it was pretty easy, though I can see how it’d freak some people out. Next, I started learning the basic roll- tipping upside down then using my paddle/hips to roll rightside-up.

After a little practice and a couple of failed attempts at doing it on my own, one of the instructors noticed that I wasn’t actually getting my paddle out of the water once I was upside-down, so I wasn’t really getting the “push” from it that I needed. So, next attempt, I fixed that, and BAM! Up I went! (which also elicited few cheers from some of the other people in the pool)

I managed a couple more successful rolls before moving on to how to paddle and turn. By the end of the class, I was actually a bit worn out. It was a lot of fun, and a useful skill to add to my repertoire.

…and now, for something totally different.

I read this article about a month ago. I was immediately inspired to try something different. What can I say- I’m just a rebel like that. So, with the exception of my hands, I stopped using soap. Altogether… no soap for about a month now. I know what you’re thinking.

“EWWW, YOU DIRTY HIPPY! I BET YOU STINK!”

I never said I stopped showering, I just said I don’t use soap when I do it. I won’t go in to every detail, but it involves a washcloth and the usual warm water shower. I didn’t tell anyone at first, because I figured I’d see if anyone noticed, though Ryan didn’t even know until I informed him two weeks in to the experiment. (I also just use deodorant instead of antiperspirant… but that’s been for a couple of years now)

The result? My skin is obviously not dry. It isn’t greasy, either. It just feels nice. The texture of my hair is different as well. It’s naturally curly, and, even though I keep it really short, it is less frizzy and the curls seem to form more naturally (I still use a touch of some sort of styling product in it, and as far as I can tell, it all rinses out when I shower). If you’ve got curly hair, I highly recommend NOT using shampoo. Even if you don’t take the full plunge into soap-free-ness, the reduction in frizz is pretty awesome.

I’m still considering this to be an “experiment” since I haven’t been out in the real heat yet, but I have made it through a couple of races (road and MTB) as well as some 70+ degree rides, and, as far as I (and any honest friends I’ve asked) can tell, I smell normal.

Anyone else care to try?

Singletrack and Tweed

Ok, Ok, I know I’m neglecting the blog a little bit, so here’s the latest:

My final day in the Ozarks was somewhat of an “easy” one. David (mechanic from Bikes Plus) made the trip over from Memphis Saturday evening to get his new Rip9 out on some real trails. So, in the morning we headed out to the Orange & Green loops (my personal favorites). He hauled all sorts of *ss on the rocky decents and overall had a pretty awesome time (as did I).

Monday, I took it easy & went for a hike with the puppies out at Shelby Farms. It always sucks to get back to reality after spending a large part of life focusing on training in some amazing & gorgeous scenery. Makes me want summer to hurry up & get here!

Tuesday, the first RB’s group ride of the season. Ryan and I rode there. I felt kinda crappy and got reminded that road stuff hasn’t been my training focus at all this winter. This weekend’s gonna hurt.

Wednesday has been the highlight of my week, though. I happened to catch wind of a “Tweed” ride in Midtown. At first, I didn’t believe that such a thing could be happening in MEMPHIS, but Facebook confirmed it, so it had to be true.
I gathered together some of my old horseback riding clothes (corduroy jodpurs and tall boots) then made a trip to Goodwill to find everything else to pull a couple of dashing British outfits together. Once I was home, I dusted off the old Free Spirit that I found in someone’s garbage almost a year ago (Ryan brought his cruiser home from the poison factory), and we were ready to rock.

When we arrived at the Midtown Peddler Bike Shop, I knew we’d be in for a good time. About 35 people gathered and left the store to make a slow 5-mile jaunt to a nearby Fox and Hound bar. The ride has gone (way up) on my top 10 list of “most fun I’ve ever had on a bike.” Drivers and pedestrians were entertained as well. Apparently, all you have to do to win Memphis drivers over is to be well-dressed and tip your hat to them as you ride by.

Once we made it to Fox & Hound, the judges deliberated over who had the best costume (I’d had no idea it’d be judged) while everyone enjoyed refreshments. First prize was a new Brooks saddle! The Free Spirit was in dire need of one, so I was hopeful. To my surprise, my name was called along with 3 others. However, I was a runner up. The two finalists both had (fake) moustaches, which was apparently more along the lines of what the judges were looking for. Nevertheless, we had a wonderful time, and ended up riding back with a small group.

I’m anxiously awaiting the photos. I’m also anxiously awaiting the next event. If you can get 35 people to show up on a weeknight, I wonder what would happen if it were held on a Sunday afternoon…

Edit: Photos! (Thanks to Danny Wilson)

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