Sunday, June 22, 2008

ginger ale and sesame noodles

That's as much as I could stomach on yesterday's ride through what felt like sauna temperatures. The ride wasn't very long but the heat made it incredibly difficult. Jerry and I stopped several times--not necessarily because we were tired, but to cool off in the shade. I went through two camelbaks of water, highly unusual for me.

I woke up not feeling that great. I had been out to dinner the night before, and I think the tiny bit of crab dip I had upset my stomach. Between the heat and the upset stomach, I did not sleep well, but I was so anxious to ride after not having been on the tandem since the end of AIDS Lifecycle.

We had signed up for the monthly Positive Pedalers ride and I was anxious to get back in the saddle, and to also see my friends. We met up at Mike's Bikes in Sausalito. The lot was crowded. There was a Leukemia Society Team in Training ride that day, and one of their staff approached us. We let her know we did the AIDS ride and she said something like, well, when you finish that join Team in Training. I retorted that sure, as soon as there was a cure for AIDS we'd be there. That did bring laughter from my fellow ALC'ers.

We headed out with me not feeling up to par, but glad to be pedaling. In Fairfax I got a ginger ale which went a long way to settling my stomach.

On White's Hill, we stopped once or twice to cool down a bit, then headed to Woodacre. Another ginger ale made me feel almost normal.

The ride back to Mike's is far easier hill-wise, but head and I do not agree in a big way. I was happy to get back to the car and air conditioning.

While I'm not sorry we did the ride, my hope is that will be the last one in such hot weather.

Friday, June 13, 2008

It WAS more than just potato chips

While I realized in my last post I focused on the endless supply of junk food, the ride, eating-wise was much more.

I'll start by saying breakfast and dinner, by and large, were really good. Lunch, not so much.

I usually started the day in the Express Line with oatmeal and a cup of yogurt. That was accompanied by a wonderful cup of coffee made in my Aeropress. To me, Aeropress is far superior to French press, and oh so much easier to clean up. I made a strong Americano every morning and it got my day started off right. That was my only caffeine of the day.

I was once again a vegetarian on the ride, and with the exception of the tofu with orange and balsamic, dinner every night was a hit. I loved the veggie meatloaf and the enchiladas, though generally I skipped the vegetables because they appeared to have come out of the freezer or a can and were significantly overcooked. The exception was broccoli one night. I had seconds. I generally skipped the wrapped in plastic desserts. After all, I had spent the day eating snickerdoodles and fig newtons. Who needed mass-produced cheesecake!

Lunch, unfortunately did not rank high for me and many others. I wish I had a solution, but serving close to 3,000 bag lunches would be difficult for most anyone. The sandwiches were boring, the pasta salad so-so and the fruit, unless it was an apple, was unripe and tasteless. It was my one chance to have a significant portion of Powerade. While not my drink of choice, I know I need to replace those electrolytes, so I'd down a small bottle of it to get it over with.

The once solace at lunch were the potato chips. Little bags of crisp salt, grease and goodness. I did limit myself to one bag this year, despite boxes and boxes of them screaming to me to eat, eat, eat. Talk about willpower.

I've been back at home now for close to a week, and my roaring metabolism seems to have slowed down to its usual crawl, thank goodness. The first day or two after the ride I wanted to shove everything I could into my mouth. Now it's back to the usual trying to eat a healthy diet. With strawberries and blueberries in season, it's not too hard.

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

The Week of Potato Chips

and Chex Mix and Fig Newtons and Pop Tarts and endless Clif Bars and five meals a day is over.

But what a week it was! Once again, Jerry and I rode every single mile of the ALC Lifecycle ride. We laughed a lot with our tent neighbors and cried when we thought about those we have lost, or could lose, to HIV and AIDS.

We rode through small towns and talked to people about what we were doing. We got cheered by people driving by in cars or standing by the side of the road holding posters to encourage and praise us. The group of us raised close to $12 million. Jerry and I raised about $11,000 again this year.

On Day 7, my friend Buzz had to get in one of the sweep vehicles because his knees just wouldn't let him ride. I hugged him as he cried. But really, the ride part was for him. He had already done the important part-- he had raised money to make sure people with HIV get the services and support they need. I was glad though, when later in the day I saw him back on the route so he could ride into Closing Ceremonies.

And the riding into the arena really was the highlight of closing ceremonies. That, and then cheering in the roadies as they walked into the center of the arena, spraying us with Silly String and water.

Jerry and I know more and more people associated with the ride, so it was great to be at Rest Stop 1 and see my friend Carey at Medical; at Rest Stop 2 Nancy and George were fixing bikes and Lee, a nurse, was looking at road rash, and then along the route Cindy and Alisa, in two different sweep vehicles, would be yelling "Go Carol! Go Jerry!" as they motored by.

We "princessed" lunch twice on the ride. On day 3 or 4, can't remember which, Jerry had gotten chilled so we stopped at a Roundtable Pizza for lunch. We warmed up and used the luxurious porta-potties that flushed, had real running water and most unfortunately, mirrors. It was definitely scary to see oneself after days on the road.
On the last day we also went out to lunch so we wouldn't have to just hang around waiting for closing ceremonies. We couldn't find the charming Italian restaurant we went to last year, so we settled for comfort turkey burgers and skinny fries at Barney's. The familiar is sometimes not so bad. The people sitting next to us asked lots of questions about the ride. We were happy to oblige with details.

That evening Alaska Airlines, full of riders wearing their Victory shirts, flew us back to San Francisco, where our friends Thom and Jeff picked us up. We had left our car at their house, so it was a simple matter of unloading their car, loading ours and getting home to our real bed and real kitties.

We're already planning for next year.