August 4: Blowin' In the Wind
As with all other Saturdays, this was a team practice day. Our East side coach was out of town, so I had decided earlier this week to join the West side over at Gallup Park in Livonia for the weekly brick workout of biking and running.
However, on the homefront, we have been preparing for a much needed garage sale so that we could reclaim our attic. Preparing for this sale was pretty difficult for me, since I wanted to make sure that nothing that I was emotionally attached to was sold (specifically important childrens' clothing that belonged to me or my girls).
All night last night, I was unsettled with the fact that I would be leaving Gary to do this sale today, all while at the same time taking care of our two girls Lindsey and Mallory (who are 3 and 5 years of age). That is a handful!
So at the last minute this morning, I decided to do my workout here in the neighborhood so that I could be there to help Gary throughout the day. I'm happy I made this call.
I ended up taking a new route on my bikeride, which included a trip out to the edge of Detroit and Windmill Pointe. Once I hit that border, I headed the other way and biked deep into St. Clair Shores.
On my way out there, I faced a stiff headwind which took my MPH down to around 14. I felt like I was going uphill for about 5 miles as I rode along the shoreline of Grosse Pointe Shores. My legs were burning and I found myself pretty winded at times, but I kept pushing myself knowing that the way back was going to be much easier.
As I got into St. Clair Shores, I witnessed something that I don't know if I'll ever see again. A pickup truck was at the intersection, stopped, with the driver out of the car. He was in the back part of his truck, trying to stomp out a fire in his pickup. I drove by him, but decided to turn around to see if he needed any help (though all I really could offer him was to pour my accelerade energy drink on the fire). Fortunatly, he was able to handle it by himself. He blamed it on someone who, without his knowledge, MUST have thrown something in there maliciously to start this fire. I have to say, though, I suspect a different theory, and wonder if the fire has ANYTIHNG to do with the fact that I saw cigarette butts in the wood chips. I cycled on...
On my way back, I got caught up in a number of red lights. At one of them, I looked next to me and was greeted by the driver of a SAG wagon. (A SAG wagon is a car or truck that picks up or otherwise assists riders who have had to stop riding, either due to fatigue, injury, or mechanical failure. Some believe SAG stands for "Support and Gear".) He asked me if I was in the race...Apparently there was a local race going on just a few miles away, and I was in that route. I said no, and he commented that he had thought I was the cyclist in the lead. HAHAHA, what a comedian!
I ended up heading back home and with much relief, the wind helped me along the shoreline. It was nice to not putz along at 14, and I felt like Speed Racer going along at a good clip of 20MPH. So I guess I can say that going home was a breeze! (Ok, so I'm not a comedian either...)
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Join me on August 19th at Dragonmead and help me raise money towards my goal! For details, go to http://www.active.com/donate/tntmi/DunCAN
However, on the homefront, we have been preparing for a much needed garage sale so that we could reclaim our attic. Preparing for this sale was pretty difficult for me, since I wanted to make sure that nothing that I was emotionally attached to was sold (specifically important childrens' clothing that belonged to me or my girls).
All night last night, I was unsettled with the fact that I would be leaving Gary to do this sale today, all while at the same time taking care of our two girls Lindsey and Mallory (who are 3 and 5 years of age). That is a handful!
So at the last minute this morning, I decided to do my workout here in the neighborhood so that I could be there to help Gary throughout the day. I'm happy I made this call.
I ended up taking a new route on my bikeride, which included a trip out to the edge of Detroit and Windmill Pointe. Once I hit that border, I headed the other way and biked deep into St. Clair Shores.
On my way out there, I faced a stiff headwind which took my MPH down to around 14. I felt like I was going uphill for about 5 miles as I rode along the shoreline of Grosse Pointe Shores. My legs were burning and I found myself pretty winded at times, but I kept pushing myself knowing that the way back was going to be much easier.
As I got into St. Clair Shores, I witnessed something that I don't know if I'll ever see again. A pickup truck was at the intersection, stopped, with the driver out of the car. He was in the back part of his truck, trying to stomp out a fire in his pickup. I drove by him, but decided to turn around to see if he needed any help (though all I really could offer him was to pour my accelerade energy drink on the fire). Fortunatly, he was able to handle it by himself. He blamed it on someone who, without his knowledge, MUST have thrown something in there maliciously to start this fire. I have to say, though, I suspect a different theory, and wonder if the fire has ANYTIHNG to do with the fact that I saw cigarette butts in the wood chips. I cycled on...
On my way back, I got caught up in a number of red lights. At one of them, I looked next to me and was greeted by the driver of a SAG wagon. (A SAG wagon is a car or truck that picks up or otherwise assists riders who have had to stop riding, either due to fatigue, injury, or mechanical failure. Some believe SAG stands for "Support and Gear".) He asked me if I was in the race...Apparently there was a local race going on just a few miles away, and I was in that route. I said no, and he commented that he had thought I was the cyclist in the lead. HAHAHA, what a comedian!
I ended up heading back home and with much relief, the wind helped me along the shoreline. It was nice to not putz along at 14, and I felt like Speed Racer going along at a good clip of 20MPH. So I guess I can say that going home was a breeze! (Ok, so I'm not a comedian either...)
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Join me on August 19th at Dragonmead and help me raise money towards my goal! For details, go to http://www.active.com/donate/tntmi/DunCAN
Comments
We missed you at Saturday's practice. I remember thinking at 8 that you must not be coming because you are usually early :)
I think you're right about that guy and his cigarette. At least you didn't have to save an animal this time. :) Thanks for letting me be a part of your cool fundraiser!!