Sunday, June 09, 2019

If happened again: Mountain Bike Meltdown

We had another fabulous weekend.   Hey, what can I say, we enjoy each second together!!!  This weekend was full of bike riding, a few errands, lots of time together and some choices.   So much happening!  


Last weekend I decided to splurge and get a chic fil a milkshake on Saturday.  Those things are so tasty!    They are also ungodly high in calories.  Last weekend I also had a cookie from Jimmy Johns on Friday and a cookie for Jersey Mike’s on Sunday! (Both are sandwich/sub shops) Honestly, I should have been ok.  I burned mad calories with the biking.  But...I didn’t drop weight.   SO...this weekend I made some tough choices.   On Friday night of this weekend when we got subs from Jimmy Johns ...I did NOT get a cookie!  On Saturday when Jason got a milkshake...I did NOT order one!  I made the choice to not blow that many calories!   I did make myself a small batch of edible cookie dough and I thoroughly enjoyed that....with far fewer calories!!!   Will it have the desired affect?  This upcoming week will tell on the scales!   But, choices  were made and I am happy with my choices!!!

How in the world have I made it to this age and never seen the Rambo movies?   Especially since it is based after  a book by one of my favorite authors.  Well this weekend I began my induction into The Rambo movies.   Yup, I’m way behind the times.  But we enjoyed relaxing on the couch together.

Saturday bike ride
On Saturday we went out to the ‘hard’ trail that I have no emotional problems with and that I rode last weekend.  Yes, it was still tough!  But I did it...and I can slowly see improvements.  Slow.  But there are signs!   It was not a bad ride at all!

Sunday and the Trail of Tears
Riding high on my successful rides on the Little Bennet trail (the trail and park we have been riding the last few rides) I decided to give the lake trail that I have been totally dreading a try on Sunday.   Jason has been REALLY anxious to ride this trail.  I could certainly do it...right?  I had a blast  all morning giving Jason grief and talking about how I was heading to the death march...yes like a Nazi prisoner of war!   Oh, I had the comments and loved every second of laughing about it.   After all,   I was SURE I could do this trail!

We started out and immediately and I was shocked!   The trail starts with a hill right out of the gate.  Last year I had to walk it.  On this day, it was...dare I say easy?    My legs burned here and there as we got going but I wasn’t too miserable!  In fact, it might have been a wee little bit fun!  (I know...kinda shocked me too.). It started to get hard though.   Seriously...that trail is all climbing.  Climb and then 3 seconds of downhill bliss and then back to climbing.   I never had enough time on the downhill for my heart rate to slow was beating like crazy! 
The ride wasn’t without trauma.  I decided to try a stream crossing and went a bit haywire and I had to put my foot down.  Right in the stream.  I lost my balance because there stream was...well...wet and slippy.   As I struggled to catch my balance my pants caught on the seat of my bike....rrrrriiiipppp!  From the inside hem up through the crotch and back down to the other legs hem was ripped clear through.  My thigh took a beating too!  

A while later after crossing a stream (on foot) I went to get back on my bike and found some sharp wire that impaled my knee.   All the while  doing what felt like continually climbing.  

Regardless I pushed on.  Finally we made it to the location where I had a meltdown last October    I was so proud of myself...but I was TIRED!   We kept going...on and on.  My heart rate was constantly high, my shoulder was hurting (nope, still not totally healed from this injury yet), my foot was still wet and I was dripping blood.  (Ok we had bandaid so I only dripped blood for a half mile or so). And then it happened, I started to focus on the fact that I was already wiped out and the ride wasn’t even half over.   We were still about 2 miles from the turn around point.  Ohh yes, this was an out and back ride!  I started to struggle more and more.  Admittedly I know that some of my issue was a mental struggle as I focused on the miles ahead of me.    Oh and have I mentioned that it seemed like this infernal trail was constant inclines?

At one point Jason remarked that I looked angry.  I just smiled through gritted teeth and kept riding.  You see, at that point I was about ready to lose my cool! Ok,internally I already had lost it!  But I didn’t want to disappoint him.  He really wanted to do this trail and I didn’t want to let him down.  Yet that blasted trail kept winding upward to the heavens. (Ok so maybe I’m being a big melodramatic...but we did have 1300 feet of climbing....have I mentioned that I weigh just shy of 250 pounds and that I’m not as fit as I was a few years ago? The trail was also never ending and hard for me!!   Ok, the climbing ended..I’m sure....but the turn around point was at the same mileage that I had been riding the last few rides.  In essence I would be doubling my mileage.  The shorter miles during previous rides had wiped me out....and here I was doubling my mileage overnight!  I was already wiped out and we weren’t even halfway yet!

The tears started.  Do you know how hard it is to climb a hill on your bike.....while your heart rate is beating out of control.....while you are crying? No,  you’ve never had the pleasure?  Well don’t!  It’s hard!!!

Finally I had enough.  I brought my bike to a screeching halt. (Ok my brakes don’t screech but you get the idea!). I  got off my bike as quickly as I could (without allowing my flapping shorts to catch on the seat...that’s harder to do than you think!).  I let the bike drop...right in the middle of the trail and wailed ‘I don’t like this stupid trail!’  I am sure I said a couple other things...but things were blurry at that moment.  I do remember jason saying ‘we are more’. (Ha...we were five miles in...I wasn’t done...I had to get out off of that stupid trail somehow!).   I also remember him picking my bike up from the middle of the trail and moving it off the trail to a safe spot.  He also had me move to a safer place...not on the edge of a narrow trail right after a blind corner.  And that is where I sat for who knows how long.  Yes...I cried!

It was ugly!  Jason sat beside me the whole time....trying to make me laugh!

And he did succeed.   Even as I babbled about my wet foot, my torn shorts, my bruised thigh, my wound on my knee and of course the never ending climbing he had me laughing.

Yes I better put a good picture of him after his goofy one...just to prove that I have a normal man and not some weirdo!

Eventually I had to do it.  I had to get back on that bike and get myself back out of the woods and back to the car.  Back in October when I had my meltdown I pretty much totally walked out of the woods.  I was determined that I was not caving, I may have had a meltdown but I wasn’t going to let it totally decimate me!   I got back on that bike and I rode that blasted trail of tears back to the car.  Now don’t get too excited.  I did get off and walk about 3 times...for about 20 seconds each time.   And even while I was riding I was SLOW!  I wish I could /would have rode the whole way out...but I am very proud that I rode most of it!

The weekend was a good one.  Even with the trail of tears, it was good.   I was able to see my bike riding abilities very clearly this week.   Each time I ride I see a place to focus on and things I need to improve.  I can even see minor improvements.  I still fear the trail of tears.  It is my nemesis!  But I KNOW that I will conquer it!   I just won’t attempt the whole thing at at time I will just make it my goal to get a half mile further before I cry!  


mxtodis123 said...

Oh boy. That was quite a ride. I don't think I would have made it as far as you did. Meltdown or not, you are my hero.

Grace said...

Sometimes crying is just what we need to push forward. I'm glad you are taking a positive approach to this, and I'm proud of you for it. Keep on keeping on, GF!

Shelley said...

Mary Fran your fear and trepidation and tears reminds me of the era when I was trying to do a box jump. It took me a long time and a lot of failure (sometimes even failure to start, I was that scared) before I finally did one. Don't beat yourself up AT ALL about this - you worked really hard at pushing past your fears and made it further than the last time, even with all of the bleeding and torn shorts. I'm proud of you!!

MaryFran said...

Thanks...and I WILL conquer it!!

MaryFran said...

Thanks. I evaluated the ride and I have my plans for improvement to work on...and I will be tackling it again and again until I conquer!

MaryFran said...

Thank you! It helps to know that I am not the only one that struggles like that!!!!!

*Stained Glass Butterfly* said...

Aww, I am so sorry you had such a tough ride, but I have to admit I laughed about you dumping the bike and declaring that you hate that trail. That is something I would do, but with a lot of curse words mixed in! The torn pants alone would have done it for me. Good on both of you for finishing and not letting the bad ride turn into bickering or fighting. Now, go buy some new shorts! :)

MaryFran said...

I am totally laughing about my meltdown now..and pitching my bike on the middle of the trail. I just plopped in the side of the trail...poor Jason was trying to lead me to a large log to sit on...I wasn’t moving an inch further!

Mrs Swan said...

You poor thing! When you answered yes with gritted teeth is when I would have plopped my ass down and told him to go on without me and when he came back we would go out together. You're pretty amazing you know that? Many of us reading this would never have gotten past the first half mile much less dealt with the wet foot and rip and wire. I know my ass sure would not have!!!

Lynn said...

I've had trail meltdowns as well, usually accompanied by whining "I hate this!" Luckily I had good tempered people with me too. Have you tried the Unwich at Jimmy John's? Just as good as a sandwich but with lettuce instead of bread.

Jen said...

Ohhh joyous and my baby granddaughter throw the same kind of tanties. I laughed when I read about your meltdown.....but I am so in awe of you and your trial riding, you are amazing. And WILL conquer this trial, that’s a given!!

MaryFran said...

Thanks! When I was crying I told him to go on without me...he refused! Hahaha.

MaryFran said...

Thank you for telling me that I’m not the only one and that you have had the meltdowns also! I laugh at myself but I do sometimes wonder if I’m the only one! I have never tried the Unwich...I’ve seen it but never thought to try it. (Ok I’m a bit dense!!)

MaryFran said...

Hahaha. It was a tantrum that would probably rival your granddaughter!! And yes...I will conquer and you better believe I’ll be writing about it!!!

Sarah said...

What a ride. I was stressing out just reading it. But you improved. And that's huge! I'm so proud of you. I would have given up about 10 minutes in.

MaryFran said...

It was a big stressful...but I did see a glimmer of fun!!