Yep, I finished my portion of the tour and had my last official ride into Calvin just a few weeks ago....
I thought the remainder of the week was more challenging than I had anticipated...
Riding from Chesterton to South Haven on Thursday of week 7 was difficult and I had a "bad" day...the wind was in our faces ... it was 80 miles and my left knee was giving me lots of pain.
A fellow rider (Lois Craven) had gotten side-swiped earlier that day and I felt pretty bad about that b/c I had been riding with her just before it happened and Dirk and I had left her at a rest stop b/c we were meeting friends for lunch. Needless to say, it was more of a challenging day than I had anticipated.
I recovered and pulled it into South Haven, but was also glad to have a short day on Fri & Saturday, as my knee was definitely rebelling from the last 850 miles.
The ride into G.R. was good and we had a bright and somewhat cool day. It was perfect riding conditions....
I miss my faithful riding partners already...Leanne Geisterfer, Nancy Niewenhuis, wow, those girls have it going on. I am so proud to know them.
The days are getting cooler and the nights are getting longer. I miss getting out of bed in the morning and getting on the bike and riding for more than an hour. It's been a good summer. I grieve the loss of being out on my bike.
I took the kids to chicago on Monday -- we took Metra into the city to the planetarium. Our membership there ends at the end of the year and we will probalby pick up a new membership somewhere else as that has been a highly successful venture for us this year. We've used our membership for at least 3 family outings and Andrew's b-day party. I love the experience of taking them into the city. It is like a mini adventure every time. I am so proud of my kids and how they've grown intellectually and with judgement and character. God has made them quite beautiful.
Emily and Andrew started school on Wednesday and it was a bit of a traumatic week getting Emily together...but we finally made it happen and got her connected at Lansing Christian and Andrew at Highland Christian...two elementary schools in two states... and two buses coming at widely different times. Our life is getting complicated and we only have 2 kids.
Today was huge for me...I reupped my membership at Fitness Pointe and went to my spin class for the first time in 2 mos. I had let my membership go into "vacation mode" b/c I was gone for the month of August..and was now back for the first tiime. I found the spin class to be equally as challenging as before.
I had a short warmup session on the rowing machine prior and thye made the announcement that John McCain would choose Sarah Palin as his running mate...WOW! there's the wild card they needed to deal to get people back to the party.
For those you haven't seen it, the similiarity between her background and the BBC's production of "The Amazing Mrs. Pritchard" is striking. It is the fictional story of a fantasticly energetic and petite woman who runs a grocery store in the UK...she takes on "the establishment" and manages to turn the electoral process in Britian on its head whehn she breaks up a fight between two candidates for parliament who throw punches in front of her store and then declears that she could do better than those two.
While it has glimpses of social commentary, this story gives every 40 something woman such as myself hope that we are not just doomed to picking up after our kids and doing laundry until we rot. Sarah Palin may be every 40 something mom's american version of hope for us women stuck in the doldrums of life.
Let's go do something beautiful... I'm getting back on the saddle...and I'm going to take the msg of sea to sea to my streets.... we don't need to have poor amongst us...they may be our neigbhros and we dont know it. Let's be the image of Christ to those who may need that extra helping hand today.
Friday, August 29, 2008
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Riding at Home
It's funny how what is a normal "training" ride can turn positively delightful when you add a few friends.
My usual long ride is to Chesterton and back...it is about 60 miles.
It can be tedious and boring when I am by myself...but when you add a few new friends, that same ride becomes an adventure.
Today, Dirk and I led groups into Roseland from Trinity to see the Roseland Christian Ministries Center. We were responsible for the route and we took care of organizing groups who wanted to take the alternate route to Roseland and then connect with the tour route to Chesterton. It was great fun riding as a pack into the city.
We were on ABC News 7 last night for the nightly broadcast...I don't know if that helped, but people seemed to know who we were all along the way. They called to us from the street and they waved and shouted us along...
We were heading into the southside of the city and it was enlightening for many of our riders who had never been to Chicago. One of the riders said to me, I am feeling very "white" right now....a natural reaction that takes time to recover from I guess and so, many of our neighbors of color feel very colorful when they spend time with us!
It was a drastic difference from yesterday .. on busy roads iwth lots of misunderstanding drivers. We seemed to have a reception committee waiting for us on our arrival. I was thrilled b/c we weren't sure how we would be received. Dirk and I cycle in the city often and never have had a negative experience, but how would 50 white folks on expensive bikes be perceived in communities where getting your daily meals is sometimes in question...I was humbled and thrilled to see the support, and I hope we held just a brief moment of encouragement for them. They took us in to the shelter, gave us a tour and water and sent us on our way with cheers and lots of laughter and joy. We even made a few skeptics on our tour know that they could go safely into the city and see what people are doing to help each other in times of need....and they are doing all that at Roseland Christian Ministries.
Then we headed toward Indiana ...down Hohman Ave, a straight shot into our hometown of Munster. It was good too....signs along the route and when we came up to 2nd CRC our church had turned out on the corner and the Riemersma's were standing with others to shout and hoot and holler...and holding welcome signs. Mom and Dad Feikema, had been standing in their front lawn with a lovely sign too.
Lunch was awesome and the food, as usual was plentiful. We were some of the last riders of the day b/c Dirk and I wanted to stay back to make sure there were no questions on the route or no difficulties since we knew it so well.
Also astonishing to me was that my Weight Watcher's leader, Jen, was standing on the corner waiting too. She was so excited for me and I was excited to see her. She had been waiting for an hour and a half and finally we came. Wow, there's support in action and I will never forget the love of those ladies...They've been huge and without them I could've never have done this tour.
So lunch and then off again with a few others to finish the last 30 miles. And we had a few freinds from Munster CRC church join us too. Bob & Linda biked to Chesterton with Dirk and I and a small group of others. That was a fun way to finish the days mileage, no pressure, a little stop at a small tavern in Porter. We had some good conversations and laughs too and compared notes on our experiences at Roseland and what we appreciated about the day.
So now we are camping at Indiana Dunes State Park...I didn't get to go into the beach but I think we will see some of it tomorrow. Here's hoping that it doesn't rain as a 40% chance of rain is predicted.
Note, I have located a loaner computer,....I'm so grateful for that since my computer never did hold it's own for the last week and a half and I wasn't able to post.
So now the rides are shorter and perhaps I can do a regular blog for the next few days. Tomorrow we are off to South Haven...this is also a familiar route for me. If it doesn't rain it will be a beautiful ride along the lakeshore...Come ride with me today too!
My usual long ride is to Chesterton and back...it is about 60 miles.
It can be tedious and boring when I am by myself...but when you add a few new friends, that same ride becomes an adventure.
Today, Dirk and I led groups into Roseland from Trinity to see the Roseland Christian Ministries Center. We were responsible for the route and we took care of organizing groups who wanted to take the alternate route to Roseland and then connect with the tour route to Chesterton. It was great fun riding as a pack into the city.
We were on ABC News 7 last night for the nightly broadcast...I don't know if that helped, but people seemed to know who we were all along the way. They called to us from the street and they waved and shouted us along...
We were heading into the southside of the city and it was enlightening for many of our riders who had never been to Chicago. One of the riders said to me, I am feeling very "white" right now....a natural reaction that takes time to recover from I guess and so, many of our neighbors of color feel very colorful when they spend time with us!
It was a drastic difference from yesterday .. on busy roads iwth lots of misunderstanding drivers. We seemed to have a reception committee waiting for us on our arrival. I was thrilled b/c we weren't sure how we would be received. Dirk and I cycle in the city often and never have had a negative experience, but how would 50 white folks on expensive bikes be perceived in communities where getting your daily meals is sometimes in question...I was humbled and thrilled to see the support, and I hope we held just a brief moment of encouragement for them. They took us in to the shelter, gave us a tour and water and sent us on our way with cheers and lots of laughter and joy. We even made a few skeptics on our tour know that they could go safely into the city and see what people are doing to help each other in times of need....and they are doing all that at Roseland Christian Ministries.
Then we headed toward Indiana ...down Hohman Ave, a straight shot into our hometown of Munster. It was good too....signs along the route and when we came up to 2nd CRC our church had turned out on the corner and the Riemersma's were standing with others to shout and hoot and holler...and holding welcome signs. Mom and Dad Feikema, had been standing in their front lawn with a lovely sign too.
Lunch was awesome and the food, as usual was plentiful. We were some of the last riders of the day b/c Dirk and I wanted to stay back to make sure there were no questions on the route or no difficulties since we knew it so well.
Also astonishing to me was that my Weight Watcher's leader, Jen, was standing on the corner waiting too. She was so excited for me and I was excited to see her. She had been waiting for an hour and a half and finally we came. Wow, there's support in action and I will never forget the love of those ladies...They've been huge and without them I could've never have done this tour.
So lunch and then off again with a few others to finish the last 30 miles. And we had a few freinds from Munster CRC church join us too. Bob & Linda biked to Chesterton with Dirk and I and a small group of others. That was a fun way to finish the days mileage, no pressure, a little stop at a small tavern in Porter. We had some good conversations and laughs too and compared notes on our experiences at Roseland and what we appreciated about the day.
So now we are camping at Indiana Dunes State Park...I didn't get to go into the beach but I think we will see some of it tomorrow. Here's hoping that it doesn't rain as a 40% chance of rain is predicted.
Note, I have located a loaner computer,....I'm so grateful for that since my computer never did hold it's own for the last week and a half and I wasn't able to post.
So now the rides are shorter and perhaps I can do a regular blog for the next few days. Tomorrow we are off to South Haven...this is also a familiar route for me. If it doesn't rain it will be a beautiful ride along the lakeshore...Come ride with me today too!
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
One Week of Riding ..In Summary
Monday
Fremont to Sioux City 90 miles, The first day was difficult; I was jumpy and nervous, but I pulled out of Fremont and at the first turn (that I missed!), I joined up with another rider, Nancy Neiwenhuis. She took me out to the hills of Nebrasaka and we spent most of the day riding together. I was grateful to have her by my side as I was feeling awfully twitchy from lack of sleep and the anticipation of getting on the tour.
Hot weather, but no rain, nasty headwind coming into Sioux City….tired, but still good,and still willing to take on the next day.
I tried that night to sleep on the gym floor (disaster!) Swam in the community pool for 10 minutes, showered and washed out my things…then dinner and off to bed with no success. They couldn’t turn out the lights in the gym. I had managed to get a rx for ambien that my gracious Dr. had called in. I still only slept 4 hours, but better than usual.
Tuesday Sioux City to
Dordt College 63 miles, hills, but lovely ride and good weather and scenery.
Rode with Nancy Niewenhuis and had some good laughs. What a fabulous day of scenery, stopping when necessary and not necessary…We made a good show of the hills that day and it was a pleasant distance.
At one point we were headed up a hill. In shifting, it felt like my chain had derailed….so I called it out…oh no, my chain is off!,,,,It was not. Then immediately, nancy, who was riding her beautiful lime green and black carbon frame Orbea just 4 feet in front of me, literally shifted and lost her chain and down she went. I fell over her and we lay in the gravel laughing hysterically. I have never fallen with such a laugh before. We had to humiliatingly declare our fall at peloton meeting that night which was held in front of the entire Dordt community at the celebration rally.
I have another question…who says we are in the plains?
When I think of plains, I think of flatlands….these lands are NOT flat…far from it. Seems most days have included about 3500 ft of climbing…Yes, they do include 3500 feet of falling too sometimes, but the point is, you still have to climb it! The corn fields are surprisingly interesting. They are not straight and flat and they are speckled with spots of those really cool tall power generating windmills.
I have a new appreciation for energy conservation and it usually involves conserving my own energy for the hills. I ride easil down and hope for the best on the return uphill and don’t push it beyond the point of disrepair.
Wednesday 118 miles
Out the door in the rain, it was exceptionally difficult to get going and by mile 24 I was suffering beyond repair. I hate riding in the rain. The only consolation was that we hadn’t had to camp the night before. We had spent the night at Dordt in a dorm. It was a lovely bed, but I still hadn’t gotten enough sleep. I was toughing it out when Mark came alongside me in his recumbent; I think he knew I was down. He encouraged my spirit. It was wonderful and more than I could’ve asked for. I spent the first stop that was hosted by local church on the floor of a shelter, stretching my leg and seriously thinking I was not going to make it. A little sustenance later, I was able to pull it together and pull out the door.
Thursday 115 miles
Today I joined a paceline to cut the distance and hack out the miles in good time. I was done with the ride by 4. This is particularly amazing to me b/c I have never ever finished 65 miles before noon and today it was possible b/c of the paceline.
I rode with Leanne Geisterfer, who is eaqual to me in strength and ability. It is quite interesting. She and I joined a line just outside of Sioux Center. We asked “Permission” but the line got horribly long and a little too treacherous for those who had formed it originally. By mile 45, they wanted to drop all of us extras and so we split into 2 groups. We were then 4 riders and finished the day in about 8 ½ hours on the bike. But after 115 miles, it was still a long day.
I couldn’t get a ride into town to buy batteries for my mattress, so after that long day, I still had to ride my sore butt into town to get new size D batteries for my air mattress. My mattress inflater had gone dead during the day when it turned on accidently in my gear bag. Oh well. I had read recently, that it is really a good thing to ride for a few minutes hours after the “main” riding is done so that you can restretch your muscles a bit before ending the day. Surprising, it does work….who would’ve thought that I could manage 3 more miles after 2 –100+ days. But then you do tell yourself, hey, what’s 3 more miles after I’ve ridden 115. It’s all a game of the mind, isn’t it?
Friday 100 miles (actually riding 72).
Okay, I copped out today…or that is what I’m telling myself. The guilt heaps up on you and you say, I am not going to call it a day early. I WILL NOT call the sag wagon. But frankly, my judgment was off and I was supremely exhausted. I didn’t feel entirely safe on my bike b/c of my tired state and I was on “sweep” duty that night, when I saw Walter in my rear view mirror in his motor home (he runs one of the sag stops and he was headed to camp for the night), I opted to give a thumbs down sign and have him pull me in… It was convenient and I was safe..suck up the pride and call it a day, oh well.
I had just crossed the Mississippi, after taking an hour nap in a park next to the bridge. I had watched thetraffic on the bridge for some time…noticing that it was stopped for well over 15 minutes. It seemed a good time to take it on when traffic wouldn’t be screaming at me from behind. I had hoped there would be a shoulder since I saw some other bikers clear the bridge earlier with stopped traffic. There was a construction crew on the bridge doing repairs and traffic was closed in 2 lanes, so only 2 lanes were open and we had to entirely occupy the only eastward lane that was open..Every 250 feet or so, this lane also had drains that couldn’t be traversed by bike that were 3 ft wide, so we had to choose to occupy the entire lane and go around the drains. I was feeling confident having gotten halfway over when someone swore at me from the oncoming lane“get off the xxxxen bridge!”…Wow, that was really unjustified. He must’ve thought I was the cause of the stopped traffic, when actually I was moving faster than the stopped traffic!
I crossed at a higher speed than was my usual and my heart was pumping; seems adrenaline had kicked in. Even tho I was feeling pretty good, I thought that a steep uphill climb lay immediately in my future (our maps had indicated one) and my knees were serving me notice. So I knew I would peter out soon. Then Walter appeared and decided that was a good moment. I called it a day. I never felt so glad to sit on the lovely soft fur covered seat of his motor home than that moment. It sure made a sore bottom feel good even if it hurt my pride to call in early!
Saturday 76 miles
Hampton to Madison:
It was the last day of the week for riding and everyone was feeling good about being done with the 100+ days. It seemed we were all in high spirits about the day...in our terms it would be a "short day"....wow, someone says it feels as if you've been brainwashed by believing 100+ miles is a normal ride. Then you get a day that is 3/4 of that and you think it will be a short day!
So off we went through the hills of Wisconsin. It was a supremely pelasnat day ...We passed thorugh small towns and saw lots of beautiful dairy frms. We were loving every miniute of our ride... I was on and off with people and that was fine. I rode alone and with others and joined some of the girls for lunch at a cafe in Mt. Horeb Wisconsin. It was a little scandinavian baker and we were making quite a splash in town.there was lots of interest in what we were doing and some of our riders even got treated to a free lunch.....plus, it seemed that Wisconsin was a wonderful place to ride -- wide shoulders just for bikes and loads and loads of riders. The hills, though challenging, were spaced just right. The road was good and we were all feeling happy for the Sunday that was coming...Two nights in one place seems like a vacation after a long challenging week.I made a wrongturn at one point and took a few riders with me. I had to stop at a nursing home to get directions...Oh well,
add one mile to the road.
I had dallyed a little, getting off a little late and then I needed to catch up with the group at a county park just a mile from the church that we were staying at. They wanted to ride in as a group together b/c the church was hosting a reception for us
Wow, they sure did...we rode that last mile together in our jerseys and we looked quite something riding together...it seemed rather inspiring to see us a la peleton.
The churches' efforts came together in a wonderful way. They were cheering and we were cheering them...plus, they had a New Orleans style jazz band playing us into the parking lot. Wow, they put so much effort and class into it...and the kids banging on their drums were fun to see.
Sunday, August 10
I am finally getting a day of rest. Its been a long week with lots of intense riding.
I’ve done some pacelining, but am riding alone as well.
I found yesterday to be particularly enjoyable. We were travelling into Madison Wisconsin and spent a good day in the hills of Western Wisconsin just east of the Mississippi River.
I am now a seasoned veteran at this thing…It is interesting to see the change that happens quickly within the course of a week. I now have gotten my system down…I lay out everything I will need for the morning, pump up the tires on my bike, make sure it is shifting properly and well lubed. Get my gear in my back bag and try to consolidate my campsite so all I have to deal with is my gear bag after I’ve packed up my tent.
In the morning, I first deflate my mattress, and then fold up the contents of the inside of my tent and get dressed. I put all this in my gear duffel bag. Then I pull the gear bag into the grass (hopefully at this point it is NOT raining….even tho the tent is wet, I pull all the stakes out, fold the fly, pull out the poles, then lay the fly in the middle and fold the tent (wet with dew) and throw it into a garbage bag and then the gear bag….We lack ceremony in this process since the tent won’t have chance to dry out until the next night when it will again be set up. So this process will begin again for the week tomorrow morning.
Then I take my tray for b-fast, make my lunch from the lunch table and then get my b-fast. Since last Thursday, I’ve been missing my plate and utensils. I had to take a trip out to the store to get new ones. Oh well…who knows how they’ve disappeared. I was missing my charger for my phone for 3 days and that was a little traumatic, but it turned up after they cleaned the gear truck last night. I was almost gleeful when they found it…so good to finally have my charger back b/c without it I had to keep my phone turned off to conserve battery energy.
Sunday was a good rest day…so nice not to pack up my tent and make sure all the things were ready for the next day. A day of rest takes on new meaning now.
We are in Madison Wisconsin…staying at a CRC church called Crossroads. The people, again, have been amazing and we are so encouraged. We had such a great group ride into the church, complete with New Orleans jazz band welcoming us in. Wow, for such a small church to lay out such hospitality is amazing. We are leaving a rather large footprint too. We are all over every room of this church. Using their phones, using a special “communications rooms for the internet” -- wow, and they have fed us with brats, and food and food; they have entertained us with tours of the city, films, music and a special worship service. They have shuttled us to showers and laundromats and have given us free access to everything. We, I hope haven’t taken too much advantage of their tremendous hospitality.
I had a delightful tour of the capitol bldg with our hosts Roland and Joanne, who shuttled, Terry x, Clarence Doornbos and Cory, the sag driver (he drives the “honey wagon” which is a portapotty on wheels ). We stopped for ice cream at the U of Wisconsin student Union situated on the largest lake in WI.
Monday … August 10
Madison (McFarland) to Woodstock, IL
It was the most beautiful day for cycling I have had this year…wow! The temperature was just right, the weather was perfect and we were on our way early at 6:45. Leanne Geisterfer and I spent the day together cycling thru some pleasantly rolling hills of Southern Wisconsin…thru a few small towns and really beautiful farmlands. Horses and sand hill cranes….The horses in the fields were beautiful…obviously some of them were race horses since there was a practice track nearby…and one lovely foal was playing and frolicking with a large “soccor” ball. Even the birds seemed joyful.
I had to remind myself to slow down and see the scenery…It has become an awful habit of mine since last week to count down those miles and focus too much on the clock…how far can we go before lunch?, can we get in 60 miles, can we get to point A before 1 p.m…. when will we reach camp? How fast can I go today?. I tried to spend more time today enjoying my day and appreciating the scenery and the creation and remembering I was not in my usual spot. It is a privilege to vacation and today was truly a vacation day …I was away from work, away from my family and loving the flow of the bike and the pedaling. A soft tail wind would occasionally push us forward and make us extra fast…we joke that our skills were improving because we were faster today than we had been…how wonderful that was to get a little push. I still struggle tho to remember that it wasn’t about the miles or the effort. It was about seeing a new part of the country I had never experienced.
The passing cars and trucks always give me pause and stress me out a bit…I go faster to try to ward them off, but they come up on me when I don’t even realize they are there…At first you feel panicked that perhaps they will push you off the road. Then I remember my bike safety class…be predictable, occupy the lane, let them know you are there and what you will do and they will slow and take the necessary measures to pass you appropriately.
After a lunch at a church in Delavan, WI (wow..what a lunch…beef sandwiches and lots of side salads and lots of ice cream and brownies..)
Leanne and I spent the day conversing about lots of things.. we talked a lot about how we wanted the group to go to Roseland and visit the Ministry Center there. The route had been changed for safety reasons a few months ago and they had eliminated the route thru Roseland. We felt that this was sad…we wanted to share our City of Chicago with our group and show them the vital work that is being done there. So we spent every sag stop talking to people about going to the city and considering taking the alternate route with us. When we had peleton, Aaron and Leanne and I spoke…she spoke eloquently about the changing city and Aaron told others about the condition of the unique area of Pullman. I told others of the route. It was accepted by 60 others and we were excited. Now I just need to get into Trinity to produce the cue sheet tomorrow. I suspect we made some people mad tho…I think there is some political underpinnings not to go that way…they resisted, but we were convincing.
Please God, let others see the city and learn from it.
We crossed over into Illinois today too. The road immediately changed and shortly thereafter, Cory was waiting with his yellow port a potty on wheels for us and a handmade sign saying “Welcome to Illinois” since no sign appeared at State Line Rd.
We had a fun remaining ride although I was bothered by the traffic from behind, it seemed to fade as we entered Woodstock….and there, less than a mile from our end point was a dairy queen. How fortuitous…I ordered a large Moolate. Unthinkable…I would never do that at home for fear of gaining weight, but the tour has made me eat and eat and eat….I drank it all and ruined my dinner . It was delightful.
Peleton meeting was long tonight and now I am sitting in my tent and am intent on writing down everything I will see.
I pray God that I will not tire of the wonderful love that surrounds me. That I will enjoy tomorrow and not be pressured by the ride ..that I will know that the cue sheet awaits and you have taken care of everything and will guard us with your hand.
Good night moon. Tomorrow rain is forcasted late.
Tuesday,
Woodstock, IL to Trinty Christian College, Palos Heights, IL.
82 miles.
Okay, I knew today's traffic would be challenging. We were looking at a ride that would bring us into the northwestern suburbs of Chicago via the Fox River trail. The trail was 38 miles long....and it was fun, but it was long. We got turned around a few times...there were lots of options to go different directions. They trail was rather rough in spots and later in the day many of the riders complained of flats. The roads also did us in.
We ended the trail in Aurora and headed thru town, the first 10 miles were fine, but when we turned onto 75th street, the shoulder was supremely messy and the road was very busy. We lost our shoulder a number of times and had to vacate the road for the sidewalk ....it added lots of time and was risky b/c we were dealing with cars pulling in and out of driveways and storefronts.
I so much wanted people to see the best of Trinity since I work there...but the difficulties of the roads surrounding Trinity made things rather challenging and our next major road, they were laying tar down that stuck to the wheels and made us pick up lots of debris. We then headed to the highway that brought us into Trinity. I had ridden unusually hard that day in my eagerness to get in to Trinity and see my husband and friends, was making me a little frazzled. I tried to calm down. When I was just one mile from campus, I had to go under a rail bridge and that made things rather difficult when the road narrowed and an SUV refused to let me in and forced me into a pot hole to avoid being side-swiped. By the time I arrived, I was beyond where I should've been...the miles had taken their toll.
Fremont to Sioux City 90 miles, The first day was difficult; I was jumpy and nervous, but I pulled out of Fremont and at the first turn (that I missed!), I joined up with another rider, Nancy Neiwenhuis. She took me out to the hills of Nebrasaka and we spent most of the day riding together. I was grateful to have her by my side as I was feeling awfully twitchy from lack of sleep and the anticipation of getting on the tour.
Hot weather, but no rain, nasty headwind coming into Sioux City….tired, but still good,and still willing to take on the next day.
I tried that night to sleep on the gym floor (disaster!) Swam in the community pool for 10 minutes, showered and washed out my things…then dinner and off to bed with no success. They couldn’t turn out the lights in the gym. I had managed to get a rx for ambien that my gracious Dr. had called in. I still only slept 4 hours, but better than usual.
Tuesday Sioux City to
Dordt College 63 miles, hills, but lovely ride and good weather and scenery.
Rode with Nancy Niewenhuis and had some good laughs. What a fabulous day of scenery, stopping when necessary and not necessary…We made a good show of the hills that day and it was a pleasant distance.
At one point we were headed up a hill. In shifting, it felt like my chain had derailed….so I called it out…oh no, my chain is off!,,,,It was not. Then immediately, nancy, who was riding her beautiful lime green and black carbon frame Orbea just 4 feet in front of me, literally shifted and lost her chain and down she went. I fell over her and we lay in the gravel laughing hysterically. I have never fallen with such a laugh before. We had to humiliatingly declare our fall at peloton meeting that night which was held in front of the entire Dordt community at the celebration rally.
I have another question…who says we are in the plains?
When I think of plains, I think of flatlands….these lands are NOT flat…far from it. Seems most days have included about 3500 ft of climbing…Yes, they do include 3500 feet of falling too sometimes, but the point is, you still have to climb it! The corn fields are surprisingly interesting. They are not straight and flat and they are speckled with spots of those really cool tall power generating windmills.
I have a new appreciation for energy conservation and it usually involves conserving my own energy for the hills. I ride easil down and hope for the best on the return uphill and don’t push it beyond the point of disrepair.
Wednesday 118 miles
Out the door in the rain, it was exceptionally difficult to get going and by mile 24 I was suffering beyond repair. I hate riding in the rain. The only consolation was that we hadn’t had to camp the night before. We had spent the night at Dordt in a dorm. It was a lovely bed, but I still hadn’t gotten enough sleep. I was toughing it out when Mark came alongside me in his recumbent; I think he knew I was down. He encouraged my spirit. It was wonderful and more than I could’ve asked for. I spent the first stop that was hosted by local church on the floor of a shelter, stretching my leg and seriously thinking I was not going to make it. A little sustenance later, I was able to pull it together and pull out the door.
Thursday 115 miles
Today I joined a paceline to cut the distance and hack out the miles in good time. I was done with the ride by 4. This is particularly amazing to me b/c I have never ever finished 65 miles before noon and today it was possible b/c of the paceline.
I rode with Leanne Geisterfer, who is eaqual to me in strength and ability. It is quite interesting. She and I joined a line just outside of Sioux Center. We asked “Permission” but the line got horribly long and a little too treacherous for those who had formed it originally. By mile 45, they wanted to drop all of us extras and so we split into 2 groups. We were then 4 riders and finished the day in about 8 ½ hours on the bike. But after 115 miles, it was still a long day.
I couldn’t get a ride into town to buy batteries for my mattress, so after that long day, I still had to ride my sore butt into town to get new size D batteries for my air mattress. My mattress inflater had gone dead during the day when it turned on accidently in my gear bag. Oh well. I had read recently, that it is really a good thing to ride for a few minutes hours after the “main” riding is done so that you can restretch your muscles a bit before ending the day. Surprising, it does work….who would’ve thought that I could manage 3 more miles after 2 –100+ days. But then you do tell yourself, hey, what’s 3 more miles after I’ve ridden 115. It’s all a game of the mind, isn’t it?
Friday 100 miles (actually riding 72).
Okay, I copped out today…or that is what I’m telling myself. The guilt heaps up on you and you say, I am not going to call it a day early. I WILL NOT call the sag wagon. But frankly, my judgment was off and I was supremely exhausted. I didn’t feel entirely safe on my bike b/c of my tired state and I was on “sweep” duty that night, when I saw Walter in my rear view mirror in his motor home (he runs one of the sag stops and he was headed to camp for the night), I opted to give a thumbs down sign and have him pull me in… It was convenient and I was safe..suck up the pride and call it a day, oh well.
I had just crossed the Mississippi, after taking an hour nap in a park next to the bridge. I had watched thetraffic on the bridge for some time…noticing that it was stopped for well over 15 minutes. It seemed a good time to take it on when traffic wouldn’t be screaming at me from behind. I had hoped there would be a shoulder since I saw some other bikers clear the bridge earlier with stopped traffic. There was a construction crew on the bridge doing repairs and traffic was closed in 2 lanes, so only 2 lanes were open and we had to entirely occupy the only eastward lane that was open..Every 250 feet or so, this lane also had drains that couldn’t be traversed by bike that were 3 ft wide, so we had to choose to occupy the entire lane and go around the drains. I was feeling confident having gotten halfway over when someone swore at me from the oncoming lane“get off the xxxxen bridge!”…Wow, that was really unjustified. He must’ve thought I was the cause of the stopped traffic, when actually I was moving faster than the stopped traffic!
I crossed at a higher speed than was my usual and my heart was pumping; seems adrenaline had kicked in. Even tho I was feeling pretty good, I thought that a steep uphill climb lay immediately in my future (our maps had indicated one) and my knees were serving me notice. So I knew I would peter out soon. Then Walter appeared and decided that was a good moment. I called it a day. I never felt so glad to sit on the lovely soft fur covered seat of his motor home than that moment. It sure made a sore bottom feel good even if it hurt my pride to call in early!
Saturday 76 miles
Hampton to Madison:
It was the last day of the week for riding and everyone was feeling good about being done with the 100+ days. It seemed we were all in high spirits about the day...in our terms it would be a "short day"....wow, someone says it feels as if you've been brainwashed by believing 100+ miles is a normal ride. Then you get a day that is 3/4 of that and you think it will be a short day!
So off we went through the hills of Wisconsin. It was a supremely pelasnat day ...We passed thorugh small towns and saw lots of beautiful dairy frms. We were loving every miniute of our ride... I was on and off with people and that was fine. I rode alone and with others and joined some of the girls for lunch at a cafe in Mt. Horeb Wisconsin. It was a little scandinavian baker and we were making quite a splash in town.there was lots of interest in what we were doing and some of our riders even got treated to a free lunch.....plus, it seemed that Wisconsin was a wonderful place to ride -- wide shoulders just for bikes and loads and loads of riders. The hills, though challenging, were spaced just right. The road was good and we were all feeling happy for the Sunday that was coming...Two nights in one place seems like a vacation after a long challenging week.I made a wrongturn at one point and took a few riders with me. I had to stop at a nursing home to get directions...Oh well,
add one mile to the road.
I had dallyed a little, getting off a little late and then I needed to catch up with the group at a county park just a mile from the church that we were staying at. They wanted to ride in as a group together b/c the church was hosting a reception for us
Wow, they sure did...we rode that last mile together in our jerseys and we looked quite something riding together...it seemed rather inspiring to see us a la peleton.
The churches' efforts came together in a wonderful way. They were cheering and we were cheering them...plus, they had a New Orleans style jazz band playing us into the parking lot. Wow, they put so much effort and class into it...and the kids banging on their drums were fun to see.
Sunday, August 10
I am finally getting a day of rest. Its been a long week with lots of intense riding.
I’ve done some pacelining, but am riding alone as well.
I found yesterday to be particularly enjoyable. We were travelling into Madison Wisconsin and spent a good day in the hills of Western Wisconsin just east of the Mississippi River.
I am now a seasoned veteran at this thing…It is interesting to see the change that happens quickly within the course of a week. I now have gotten my system down…I lay out everything I will need for the morning, pump up the tires on my bike, make sure it is shifting properly and well lubed. Get my gear in my back bag and try to consolidate my campsite so all I have to deal with is my gear bag after I’ve packed up my tent.
In the morning, I first deflate my mattress, and then fold up the contents of the inside of my tent and get dressed. I put all this in my gear duffel bag. Then I pull the gear bag into the grass (hopefully at this point it is NOT raining….even tho the tent is wet, I pull all the stakes out, fold the fly, pull out the poles, then lay the fly in the middle and fold the tent (wet with dew) and throw it into a garbage bag and then the gear bag….We lack ceremony in this process since the tent won’t have chance to dry out until the next night when it will again be set up. So this process will begin again for the week tomorrow morning.
Then I take my tray for b-fast, make my lunch from the lunch table and then get my b-fast. Since last Thursday, I’ve been missing my plate and utensils. I had to take a trip out to the store to get new ones. Oh well…who knows how they’ve disappeared. I was missing my charger for my phone for 3 days and that was a little traumatic, but it turned up after they cleaned the gear truck last night. I was almost gleeful when they found it…so good to finally have my charger back b/c without it I had to keep my phone turned off to conserve battery energy.
Sunday was a good rest day…so nice not to pack up my tent and make sure all the things were ready for the next day. A day of rest takes on new meaning now.
We are in Madison Wisconsin…staying at a CRC church called Crossroads. The people, again, have been amazing and we are so encouraged. We had such a great group ride into the church, complete with New Orleans jazz band welcoming us in. Wow, for such a small church to lay out such hospitality is amazing. We are leaving a rather large footprint too. We are all over every room of this church. Using their phones, using a special “communications rooms for the internet” -- wow, and they have fed us with brats, and food and food; they have entertained us with tours of the city, films, music and a special worship service. They have shuttled us to showers and laundromats and have given us free access to everything. We, I hope haven’t taken too much advantage of their tremendous hospitality.
I had a delightful tour of the capitol bldg with our hosts Roland and Joanne, who shuttled, Terry x, Clarence Doornbos and Cory, the sag driver (he drives the “honey wagon” which is a portapotty on wheels ). We stopped for ice cream at the U of Wisconsin student Union situated on the largest lake in WI.
Monday … August 10
Madison (McFarland) to Woodstock, IL
It was the most beautiful day for cycling I have had this year…wow! The temperature was just right, the weather was perfect and we were on our way early at 6:45. Leanne Geisterfer and I spent the day together cycling thru some pleasantly rolling hills of Southern Wisconsin…thru a few small towns and really beautiful farmlands. Horses and sand hill cranes….The horses in the fields were beautiful…obviously some of them were race horses since there was a practice track nearby…and one lovely foal was playing and frolicking with a large “soccor” ball. Even the birds seemed joyful.
I had to remind myself to slow down and see the scenery…It has become an awful habit of mine since last week to count down those miles and focus too much on the clock…how far can we go before lunch?, can we get in 60 miles, can we get to point A before 1 p.m…. when will we reach camp? How fast can I go today?. I tried to spend more time today enjoying my day and appreciating the scenery and the creation and remembering I was not in my usual spot. It is a privilege to vacation and today was truly a vacation day …I was away from work, away from my family and loving the flow of the bike and the pedaling. A soft tail wind would occasionally push us forward and make us extra fast…we joke that our skills were improving because we were faster today than we had been…how wonderful that was to get a little push. I still struggle tho to remember that it wasn’t about the miles or the effort. It was about seeing a new part of the country I had never experienced.
The passing cars and trucks always give me pause and stress me out a bit…I go faster to try to ward them off, but they come up on me when I don’t even realize they are there…At first you feel panicked that perhaps they will push you off the road. Then I remember my bike safety class…be predictable, occupy the lane, let them know you are there and what you will do and they will slow and take the necessary measures to pass you appropriately.
After a lunch at a church in Delavan, WI (wow..what a lunch…beef sandwiches and lots of side salads and lots of ice cream and brownies..)
Leanne and I spent the day conversing about lots of things.. we talked a lot about how we wanted the group to go to Roseland and visit the Ministry Center there. The route had been changed for safety reasons a few months ago and they had eliminated the route thru Roseland. We felt that this was sad…we wanted to share our City of Chicago with our group and show them the vital work that is being done there. So we spent every sag stop talking to people about going to the city and considering taking the alternate route with us. When we had peleton, Aaron and Leanne and I spoke…she spoke eloquently about the changing city and Aaron told others about the condition of the unique area of Pullman. I told others of the route. It was accepted by 60 others and we were excited. Now I just need to get into Trinity to produce the cue sheet tomorrow. I suspect we made some people mad tho…I think there is some political underpinnings not to go that way…they resisted, but we were convincing.
Please God, let others see the city and learn from it.
We crossed over into Illinois today too. The road immediately changed and shortly thereafter, Cory was waiting with his yellow port a potty on wheels for us and a handmade sign saying “Welcome to Illinois” since no sign appeared at State Line Rd.
We had a fun remaining ride although I was bothered by the traffic from behind, it seemed to fade as we entered Woodstock….and there, less than a mile from our end point was a dairy queen. How fortuitous…I ordered a large Moolate. Unthinkable…I would never do that at home for fear of gaining weight, but the tour has made me eat and eat and eat….I drank it all and ruined my dinner . It was delightful.
Peleton meeting was long tonight and now I am sitting in my tent and am intent on writing down everything I will see.
I pray God that I will not tire of the wonderful love that surrounds me. That I will enjoy tomorrow and not be pressured by the ride ..that I will know that the cue sheet awaits and you have taken care of everything and will guard us with your hand.
Good night moon. Tomorrow rain is forcasted late.
Tuesday,
Woodstock, IL to Trinty Christian College, Palos Heights, IL.
82 miles.
Okay, I knew today's traffic would be challenging. We were looking at a ride that would bring us into the northwestern suburbs of Chicago via the Fox River trail. The trail was 38 miles long....and it was fun, but it was long. We got turned around a few times...there were lots of options to go different directions. They trail was rather rough in spots and later in the day many of the riders complained of flats. The roads also did us in.
We ended the trail in Aurora and headed thru town, the first 10 miles were fine, but when we turned onto 75th street, the shoulder was supremely messy and the road was very busy. We lost our shoulder a number of times and had to vacate the road for the sidewalk ....it added lots of time and was risky b/c we were dealing with cars pulling in and out of driveways and storefronts.
I so much wanted people to see the best of Trinity since I work there...but the difficulties of the roads surrounding Trinity made things rather challenging and our next major road, they were laying tar down that stuck to the wheels and made us pick up lots of debris. We then headed to the highway that brought us into Trinity. I had ridden unusually hard that day in my eagerness to get in to Trinity and see my husband and friends, was making me a little frazzled. I tried to calm down. When I was just one mile from campus, I had to go under a rail bridge and that made things rather difficult when the road narrowed and an SUV refused to let me in and forced me into a pot hole to avoid being side-swiped. By the time I arrived, I was beyond where I should've been...the miles had taken their toll.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
100 degrees and counting
I have successfully made it to NE...I drove here with my children Thurs/Friday. Dirk rode with the tour thru the end of the week.
It was incredibly hot all week long. I really do wonder if he is okay today. He posted some 560 miles in 6 days and yesterday topped it off with 95 degree heat.
We had a good weekend with friends (Dave & Alica Admiraal) who live in Lincoln NE. So Andrew, Emily and I stayed with them on Fri. night and met up with Dirk after he had logged in 75 miles. He looked practically delerious. I was quite worried for him. But we soaked him with water bottles and gave him a rousing cheer....sat him down in some air conditioning and made him eat something. He seemed to be better after that and then took off down the road to finish the day with Dave for the last 20. Dave kept a good eye on him and got him in.
Then I met the boys at the campsite in Fremont, NE. Dirk showed me the ropes, introduced me to all the relevant parties I needed to know, showed me how to set up the tent. I unpacked my gear and got my baskets together.
I have woefully overpacked ...oh well...I will undoubtedly offload some of my stuff as we go along. Security in objects is not always security.
Today, it is unbelievable hot...100 degrees and windy. Wow, I have never exprienced such heat.
The thought of cycling in this heat is daunting. But, the weather is predicted to shift tomorrow...and as we enter IA, it is hopeful that the temperatures will go down to the mid 80s.
What! When you believe that 89 is not bad, something is wrong with you?!
So, I parted from my family in the heat of Lincoln after the morning service...It was a rousing service at a mission church that serves men and women who have left prison and are transitioning back into life on the outside of jail. It was incredible..their band was so good an their testimonies quite compelling. We witnessed 2 baptisms too.
They served us lunch and I said my goodbyes to my tearful children. Then we headed to Fremont on a school bus (a woefully long hot ride ...the driver obviously didn't opt for the shortest route).
So, then in the afternoon, I was thinking of a nap, but heard that the church adjacent (Good Shepherd Luthern) to the campsite here at the Y, invited us for refreshments. They have a dazzling new gymnasium and building that was funded by a gift of $1.7 million from a parisshoner. They were eager to show off their new space...little did they know that this little gesture would turn into a day long event...they invited us to sleep inside and at least 1/3 of the tour has now shifted inside the bldg....it is a peaceful and wonderful space. I am hoping for a good night's sleep which I sorely need.
So, I am going to call my kids and see where they are...Dirk was headed home. I pray he makes it before 10 pm.
I have organized my stuff for the morning ride, hope to get off early and am appreciating the lovely air conditioning of this lovely place.
Another amazing gesture of kindness to invite all these strangers into your new and pretty home. I am
Right nextto our
It was incredibly hot all week long. I really do wonder if he is okay today. He posted some 560 miles in 6 days and yesterday topped it off with 95 degree heat.
We had a good weekend with friends (Dave & Alica Admiraal) who live in Lincoln NE. So Andrew, Emily and I stayed with them on Fri. night and met up with Dirk after he had logged in 75 miles. He looked practically delerious. I was quite worried for him. But we soaked him with water bottles and gave him a rousing cheer....sat him down in some air conditioning and made him eat something. He seemed to be better after that and then took off down the road to finish the day with Dave for the last 20. Dave kept a good eye on him and got him in.
Then I met the boys at the campsite in Fremont, NE. Dirk showed me the ropes, introduced me to all the relevant parties I needed to know, showed me how to set up the tent. I unpacked my gear and got my baskets together.
I have woefully overpacked ...oh well...I will undoubtedly offload some of my stuff as we go along. Security in objects is not always security.
Today, it is unbelievable hot...100 degrees and windy. Wow, I have never exprienced such heat.
The thought of cycling in this heat is daunting. But, the weather is predicted to shift tomorrow...and as we enter IA, it is hopeful that the temperatures will go down to the mid 80s.
However, with a shift in the weather comes a shift in the wind...just as we turn the corner to travel northward for some 160 miles the wind is predicted to shift from the south to from the north...
Oh well, so much for those prevailing winds.
What! When you believe that 89 is not bad, something is wrong with you?!
So, I parted from my family in the heat of Lincoln after the morning service...It was a rousing service at a mission church that serves men and women who have left prison and are transitioning back into life on the outside of jail. It was incredible..their band was so good an their testimonies quite compelling. We witnessed 2 baptisms too.
They served us lunch and I said my goodbyes to my tearful children. Then we headed to Fremont on a school bus (a woefully long hot ride ...the driver obviously didn't opt for the shortest route).
So, then in the afternoon, I was thinking of a nap, but heard that the church adjacent (Good Shepherd Luthern) to the campsite here at the Y, invited us for refreshments. They have a dazzling new gymnasium and building that was funded by a gift of $1.7 million from a parisshoner. They were eager to show off their new space...little did they know that this little gesture would turn into a day long event...they invited us to sleep inside and at least 1/3 of the tour has now shifted inside the bldg....it is a peaceful and wonderful space. I am hoping for a good night's sleep which I sorely need.
So, I am going to call my kids and see where they are...Dirk was headed home. I pray he makes it before 10 pm.
I have organized my stuff for the morning ride, hope to get off early and am appreciating the lovely air conditioning of this lovely place.
Another amazing gesture of kindness to invite all these strangers into your new and pretty home. I am
Right nextto our
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Getting my house in order
Now I am the one feeling rushed and hairied. I have a lot to do today...and I want to start driving to NE tomorrow. I'm taking Andrew and Emily with me. We will stop in IA for some "sightseeing" and drive to NE and stay with Dirk's friends Fri/Sat night. Then Dirk will take them back home on Sunday after he has finished his portion of the tour.
My friends at the Trek store installed my alternate seatpost. I'm debating over these darn aerobars and whether or not I would kill myself if I installed them....It's more an issue of having an alternative position on the bike so that my shoulders and neck don't fatigue so badly in the last 30 miles.
Dirk tells me he has been keeping up with the pack. Today will be a long day for him as he is riding on "sweep" -- this means he helps with the cleanup after breakfast and will be the last to leave camp so that there can always be someone behind the slowest riders to assist if needed.
He tell me he's occassionally been riding with the fast guys and did some pacelining yesterday as the winds were strong and even tho they were headed downhill at some points, the wind was driving them back up...so sad, it really cuts into your time when that happens. And, there is virtually no shade as this part of CO is plains and wide open so it is incredibly hot. Today, they find themselves in NE and will cross into Central time.
He tells me people have been great to the group -- there's been some free lunches and lots of interest. It is really encouraging to hear that their reception has been good.
I can barely sleep. I go to bed, but wake up tired. It is not so good as I had hoped to get more restorative rest this week. My adreneline is getting me going too.
I am off to finish my work and get my house in order.
My friends at the Trek store installed my alternate seatpost. I'm debating over these darn aerobars and whether or not I would kill myself if I installed them....It's more an issue of having an alternative position on the bike so that my shoulders and neck don't fatigue so badly in the last 30 miles.
Dirk tells me he has been keeping up with the pack. Today will be a long day for him as he is riding on "sweep" -- this means he helps with the cleanup after breakfast and will be the last to leave camp so that there can always be someone behind the slowest riders to assist if needed.
He tell me he's occassionally been riding with the fast guys and did some pacelining yesterday as the winds were strong and even tho they were headed downhill at some points, the wind was driving them back up...so sad, it really cuts into your time when that happens. And, there is virtually no shade as this part of CO is plains and wide open so it is incredibly hot. Today, they find themselves in NE and will cross into Central time.
He tells me people have been great to the group -- there's been some free lunches and lots of interest. It is really encouraging to hear that their reception has been good.
I can barely sleep. I go to bed, but wake up tired. It is not so good as I had hoped to get more restorative rest this week. My adreneline is getting me going too.
I am off to finish my work and get my house in order.
Monday, July 28, 2008
Feikema Relay -- #1 on the road....
I was reminded over the weekend that the tour is as much internal PR as it is external PR.
After my 57 mile ride on Sat. a.m., I golfed in the Highland Christian School outing. I had a great day and yucked it up with some new and old friends. In the middle of the outing, I was reminded that the issue of poverty in our communities can be a thorny topic.
One of the participating congregations for a Sea to Sea volunteer project in Gary, Indiana (Beacon Light CRC), has faced many long and arduous years of trying to keep things up and running. It shares a lot of the same characteristics of the church of my youth (Creston CRC). The small core membership has put in blood, sweat and tears to help those that need help. They are the only ones in their neighborhood trying to keep a link with people living on the edge of poverty.
Many in our local community (including a fellow golfer) say we should insist they close up shop -- "We shouldn't support them, because money and effort is wasted.. their church is not growing." My heart breaks when I hear that. A bell goes off and I am stunned and speechless. If it weren't for this small body of believers, who would do the work? Who would put up with the countless hours on the phone, chauffeuring and welcoming and feeding and visiting these neighbors' "grungy" houses to minister to their needs. I hear the phrases, "If they would only just...." And in the heart of it I hear, "If they would only just be like me, their lives would be different and they wouldn't be poor and have violence filled lives."
It rings of a few parables that I've heard . i.e. Jesus talk the pharisee and the tax collector? I'm sure you can think of others.
Obviously something of God's grace and our need for it is missing in our lives if we cannot see beyond. I know I am guilty of it too. Obviously, I have just judged my fellow golfer to make myself seem more enlightened.
If others would be like me, then things would be different? I certainly doubt that. I lead a spoiled rich life with the luxury of discussing carbon fiber seatposts and aerobars, not countless hours on the phone calming the needs of a neighbor who is struggling.
Please God, I pray, give me the grace and the patience and the love to see beyond the judgement and give me the ability to stick with the spiritual struggles of these small congregations across the world who are putting themselves out every day for the poor. Let me see beyond the imagined needs of my own life and put it into perspective. Why is it so hard for me not to become petty in the face of 3 consecutive 100 mile rides?
Now I'm to crunch time...
I'm doing my last day of work and had to visit my dr. at Loyola during a long lunch break.
He injected my knee with cortisone so that I could insure some degree of alleviation of pain.
I've been managing my IT band injury with some success; but I had second thoughts about it coming around on me full tilt in the middle Iowa and 3 days of 100+ mile distances. So my Loyola dr. said he's never had a runner not finish after giving them a cortisone injection. I went for it.
I just know now I gotta get off the bike and stretch every 20 miles or so. I keep reminding myself it's not about the speed but about making it to the end. Dr. J. told me to stay off the bike this week...the whole thought of that is making me twitch as I haven't been without my bike since spring break in April.
Dirk called this a.m. to let me know he was off and riding and that is good. He started the day solo, but then he met up with some folks at the sag. He is doing well with his adrenaline.
He opted to take the first week of stage 2 that I couldn't ride and Sea to Sea was flexible enough to let him in. I think they will be pleased with that decision as his circle of friends is very loyal to him and supportive too. He has a great group of friends from many years ago and he literally has 100s of customers. He hasn't been able to publicize his participation so I'm hoping he can do more of that after he returns and get some more funds in for the tour.
So our the Feikema relay team is off.
In light of the experience of one of the cyclists' carbon fiber seatpost breaking b/c of his seat post rack, I put in a panicked call to my faithful Trek Store bike guy, Dave Eenigenburg. He assures me I will have a new aluminum seatpost to replace my carbon one by the time I leave on Thursday.
Now I just need more Co2 cartridges and maybe a hydration pack. Weather in IA for next week is predicated at rain. I hate rain. I hate camping in the rain. Today, I pray for perseverance of mind to keep it all in perspective.
After my 57 mile ride on Sat. a.m., I golfed in the Highland Christian School outing. I had a great day and yucked it up with some new and old friends. In the middle of the outing, I was reminded that the issue of poverty in our communities can be a thorny topic.
One of the participating congregations for a Sea to Sea volunteer project in Gary, Indiana (Beacon Light CRC), has faced many long and arduous years of trying to keep things up and running. It shares a lot of the same characteristics of the church of my youth (Creston CRC). The small core membership has put in blood, sweat and tears to help those that need help. They are the only ones in their neighborhood trying to keep a link with people living on the edge of poverty.
Many in our local community (including a fellow golfer) say we should insist they close up shop -- "We shouldn't support them, because money and effort is wasted.. their church is not growing." My heart breaks when I hear that. A bell goes off and I am stunned and speechless. If it weren't for this small body of believers, who would do the work? Who would put up with the countless hours on the phone, chauffeuring and welcoming and feeding and visiting these neighbors' "grungy" houses to minister to their needs. I hear the phrases, "If they would only just...." And in the heart of it I hear, "If they would only just be like me, their lives would be different and they wouldn't be poor and have violence filled lives."
It rings of a few parables that I've heard . i.e. Jesus talk the pharisee and the tax collector? I'm sure you can think of others.
Obviously something of God's grace and our need for it is missing in our lives if we cannot see beyond. I know I am guilty of it too. Obviously, I have just judged my fellow golfer to make myself seem more enlightened.
If others would be like me, then things would be different? I certainly doubt that. I lead a spoiled rich life with the luxury of discussing carbon fiber seatposts and aerobars, not countless hours on the phone calming the needs of a neighbor who is struggling.
Please God, I pray, give me the grace and the patience and the love to see beyond the judgement and give me the ability to stick with the spiritual struggles of these small congregations across the world who are putting themselves out every day for the poor. Let me see beyond the imagined needs of my own life and put it into perspective. Why is it so hard for me not to become petty in the face of 3 consecutive 100 mile rides?
Now I'm to crunch time...
I'm doing my last day of work and had to visit my dr. at Loyola during a long lunch break.
He injected my knee with cortisone so that I could insure some degree of alleviation of pain.
I've been managing my IT band injury with some success; but I had second thoughts about it coming around on me full tilt in the middle Iowa and 3 days of 100+ mile distances. So my Loyola dr. said he's never had a runner not finish after giving them a cortisone injection. I went for it.
I just know now I gotta get off the bike and stretch every 20 miles or so. I keep reminding myself it's not about the speed but about making it to the end. Dr. J. told me to stay off the bike this week...the whole thought of that is making me twitch as I haven't been without my bike since spring break in April.
Dirk called this a.m. to let me know he was off and riding and that is good. He started the day solo, but then he met up with some folks at the sag. He is doing well with his adrenaline.
He opted to take the first week of stage 2 that I couldn't ride and Sea to Sea was flexible enough to let him in. I think they will be pleased with that decision as his circle of friends is very loyal to him and supportive too. He has a great group of friends from many years ago and he literally has 100s of customers. He hasn't been able to publicize his participation so I'm hoping he can do more of that after he returns and get some more funds in for the tour.
So our the Feikema relay team is off.
In light of the experience of one of the cyclists' carbon fiber seatpost breaking b/c of his seat post rack, I put in a panicked call to my faithful Trek Store bike guy, Dave Eenigenburg. He assures me I will have a new aluminum seatpost to replace my carbon one by the time I leave on Thursday.
Now I just need more Co2 cartridges and maybe a hydration pack. Weather in IA for next week is predicated at rain. I hate rain. I hate camping in the rain. Today, I pray for perseverance of mind to keep it all in perspective.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
The tour has left the building.....
I'm slogging it out on my own with the kids. This may sound like a trial but it's not. They are good kids. Andrew and Emily have put up with alot from us this summer. With all the riding we've had to do, they have seen so many babysitters and Emily is starting to rebel with it all. One more mention of a babysitter coming and she almost goes into hysterics.
Yesterday seemed like the last straw and I truly felt that parental guilt when I had shipped them off to be with their cousins overnight so I could get one last long ride in early in the morning...and then I needed a babysitter for the Highland Christian school golf outing. Our most-trusted and great sitter Aimee who is more like a nanny than a sitter came. When I left, Emily was crying and weeping giant elephant tears, but when I came home she was in her element...doing crafts and having fun. Emily is a great actress, but I am sure her tears were partially real. She had watched her beloved daddy leave Friday for Sea to Sea and the uncertaintly of it all unnerved her...then she got practically no sleep with her cousins. She was frazzled when I left, but her mood had definitely improved when I returned. I was relieved. We are now spending an unending week together...they will like to see me gone by the end of it when we pick up Dirk in Omaha and trade places with him.
Dirk left for Sea to Sea on Friday....it was quite a jittery experience for me seeing him leave. The tour has now left the planning stages is in the implementation stage.
He arrived safely, is staying with his cousin Keith and has assembled and gotten his bike together. He had is 40th bday just two weeks ago. He lost 25 lbs, is in the best shape of his life and looks pretty great. His attitude is good and he is an amazing dad and worker. Wow, I can definitely say I am so proud of him that I could burst. He works just so he can help others and he is in his element. He is an example of love and persistence for me.
Now I am in the pre-exam jitter stage...am I prepared enough, did I do enough, did I do the right things?
Yes and no. I haven't had this kind of "pre-exam" jitter since I left grad-school. Then there's the point when you just trust that what you have is enough, and what backs you up is sufficient. This is when the God trust kicks in and you say to God, "I am trusting you to use what I have for what you want me to use it for....come what may...si Allah djebi"....(this phrase I learned in W. Africa and is pular for, as God wills...I'm sure I've butchered the spelling but you get the idea....short sweet and to the point..."God willing"
I heard yesterday that one of the riders broke his collar bone in a fall. He was an entire tour rider.
Well that set me thinking too....Wow, this guy has put in a whole year of training and effort to raise his $ and do all the things he needed to do to get ready. ...And God is using him in a mightly different way than he would've imagined...I feel his pain without even being there or knowing him. God willing...God willing.
So today, I am taking the kids to the beach, God willing.
Let's cram as much quality family time in before I have to get on the bike and put on 950 miles in 12 days. Then my mind drifts to equipment,....Now I'm wondering, should I buy aerobars for the tour....yeek! I need to let it go!
Yesterday seemed like the last straw and I truly felt that parental guilt when I had shipped them off to be with their cousins overnight so I could get one last long ride in early in the morning...and then I needed a babysitter for the Highland Christian school golf outing. Our most-trusted and great sitter Aimee who is more like a nanny than a sitter came. When I left, Emily was crying and weeping giant elephant tears, but when I came home she was in her element...doing crafts and having fun. Emily is a great actress, but I am sure her tears were partially real. She had watched her beloved daddy leave Friday for Sea to Sea and the uncertaintly of it all unnerved her...then she got practically no sleep with her cousins. She was frazzled when I left, but her mood had definitely improved when I returned. I was relieved. We are now spending an unending week together...they will like to see me gone by the end of it when we pick up Dirk in Omaha and trade places with him.
Dirk left for Sea to Sea on Friday....it was quite a jittery experience for me seeing him leave. The tour has now left the planning stages is in the implementation stage.
He arrived safely, is staying with his cousin Keith and has assembled and gotten his bike together. He had is 40th bday just two weeks ago. He lost 25 lbs, is in the best shape of his life and looks pretty great. His attitude is good and he is an amazing dad and worker. Wow, I can definitely say I am so proud of him that I could burst. He works just so he can help others and he is in his element. He is an example of love and persistence for me.
Now I am in the pre-exam jitter stage...am I prepared enough, did I do enough, did I do the right things?
Yes and no. I haven't had this kind of "pre-exam" jitter since I left grad-school. Then there's the point when you just trust that what you have is enough, and what backs you up is sufficient. This is when the God trust kicks in and you say to God, "I am trusting you to use what I have for what you want me to use it for....come what may...si Allah djebi"....(this phrase I learned in W. Africa and is pular for, as God wills...I'm sure I've butchered the spelling but you get the idea....short sweet and to the point..."God willing"
I heard yesterday that one of the riders broke his collar bone in a fall. He was an entire tour rider.
Well that set me thinking too....Wow, this guy has put in a whole year of training and effort to raise his $ and do all the things he needed to do to get ready. ...And God is using him in a mightly different way than he would've imagined...I feel his pain without even being there or knowing him. God willing...God willing.
So today, I am taking the kids to the beach, God willing.
Let's cram as much quality family time in before I have to get on the bike and put on 950 miles in 12 days. Then my mind drifts to equipment,....Now I'm wondering, should I buy aerobars for the tour....yeek! I need to let it go!
Monday, June 23, 2008
Tiger Woods
I've been spending a lot of time on my kitchen floor lately.
I have a nice view of the ceiling and an enlightening angle on the cleanliness of my kitchen.
About a month ago, since I could barely walk after even a short ride, I decided to take on the pain I've been experiencing in my left knee and upper leg.
I want to cycle for the rest of my life, not just the 950 miles I was signed on for with Sea to Sea so I figured I should know what I've been doing myself by putting in all these miles on my bike.
The initial news was discouraging..possible arthritis, overtraining and tendonitis. I'm older than I thought, obviously! My 2nd opinion paid off. The the sports medicine drs at Loyola gave me good news. They could help me manage the pain by lots of stretching, ice and therapy.
So I began therapy and backed off a few miles on the bike. Now I spend 2 or 3 times a day stretching my legs in convoluted positioning with my left leg extended up the doorway of my kitchen wall. It's paying off. Now I can ride long distance without the shearing pain up my left leg. I'm blessed with some great opinions, good advice and lots of people praying.
I'm reminded that Tiger Woods just won the U.S. open on a broken leg and a bad knee. If I can manage 10% of that kind of fortitude, I will win the battle.
And, I'm reminded, it's not all about me...it's about me getting out the word of others who endure the pain and suffering of the poor. The poor of this world are the endurance atheletes who don't win medals or golf trophies and don't have crowds cheering them on. I could definitely learn a thing or two from them.
I have a nice view of the ceiling and an enlightening angle on the cleanliness of my kitchen.
About a month ago, since I could barely walk after even a short ride, I decided to take on the pain I've been experiencing in my left knee and upper leg.
I want to cycle for the rest of my life, not just the 950 miles I was signed on for with Sea to Sea so I figured I should know what I've been doing myself by putting in all these miles on my bike.
The initial news was discouraging..possible arthritis, overtraining and tendonitis. I'm older than I thought, obviously! My 2nd opinion paid off. The the sports medicine drs at Loyola gave me good news. They could help me manage the pain by lots of stretching, ice and therapy.
So I began therapy and backed off a few miles on the bike. Now I spend 2 or 3 times a day stretching my legs in convoluted positioning with my left leg extended up the doorway of my kitchen wall. It's paying off. Now I can ride long distance without the shearing pain up my left leg. I'm blessed with some great opinions, good advice and lots of people praying.
I'm reminded that Tiger Woods just won the U.S. open on a broken leg and a bad knee. If I can manage 10% of that kind of fortitude, I will win the battle.
And, I'm reminded, it's not all about me...it's about me getting out the word of others who endure the pain and suffering of the poor. The poor of this world are the endurance atheletes who don't win medals or golf trophies and don't have crowds cheering them on. I could definitely learn a thing or two from them.
Monday, June 16, 2008
Riding for chocolate...
I used to say, "I ride to eat." And to a certain extent that's still true.
When I began riding my bike I rode to collect the Weight Watcher's activity points, so I could eat the extra calories generated from the exercise...I wanted to ride so I could eat chocolate and still lose weight.
I lost the weight. I still ride...but now I ride for other reasons.
Sure, it keeps me healthy, it elevates my mood...and, it allows me to have chocolate croissants for Sunday morning breakfast.
But now, I'm riding to love it and, now I ride to "spend myself" for others.
Last year, I decided I might be able to do something a little extreme in the name of love for the ride and others..I wasn't going to take it on half-time so took it on big time. It was big for me...afterall, I'm 42 and I feel the pain of most things that tax my muscles. I took on the challenge to ride one stage of a cross-continent tour across North America.
The tour, with over 200 riders, will raise over $2 million to help the poorest of the poor. It will raise awareness for those who need help more than I could ever imagine. It will get my butt off the couch for something bigger than me and I will spend myself on behalf of the poor.
What I didn't know was that it would cost me. I knew it would cost more than money tied up in bike equipment, in time caught up in training rides and in pain from injury. It will cost me more mental, psychological and spirtitual effort than I am sure I might've originally imagined.
Ride with me...My journey begins August 4 near Omaha, Nebraska and ends 950 miles and 12 days later in Grand Rapids, Michigan. Come check out the journey...www.seatosea.org
Jill Feikema
When I began riding my bike I rode to collect the Weight Watcher's activity points, so I could eat the extra calories generated from the exercise...I wanted to ride so I could eat chocolate and still lose weight.
I lost the weight. I still ride...but now I ride for other reasons.
Sure, it keeps me healthy, it elevates my mood...and, it allows me to have chocolate croissants for Sunday morning breakfast.
But now, I'm riding to love it and, now I ride to "spend myself" for others.
Last year, I decided I might be able to do something a little extreme in the name of love for the ride and others..I wasn't going to take it on half-time so took it on big time. It was big for me...afterall, I'm 42 and I feel the pain of most things that tax my muscles. I took on the challenge to ride one stage of a cross-continent tour across North America.
The tour, with over 200 riders, will raise over $2 million to help the poorest of the poor. It will raise awareness for those who need help more than I could ever imagine. It will get my butt off the couch for something bigger than me and I will spend myself on behalf of the poor.
What I didn't know was that it would cost me. I knew it would cost more than money tied up in bike equipment, in time caught up in training rides and in pain from injury. It will cost me more mental, psychological and spirtitual effort than I am sure I might've originally imagined.
Ride with me...My journey begins August 4 near Omaha, Nebraska and ends 950 miles and 12 days later in Grand Rapids, Michigan. Come check out the journey...www.seatosea.org
Jill Feikema
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