St. Charles on Sunday

Have you seen the forecast for Sunday?  Oh, and don’t forget to set your clock back an hour before you go to bed on Saturday!

5am

45°F

Feels Like
41°F

8am

50°F

Feels Like
46°F

11am

59°F

Feels Like
57°F

2pm

63°F

Feels Like
63°F

5pm

59°F

Feels Like
57°F

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Twitchy airway.

That’s how the doctor “labeled” my cough.  She’s stopping just shy of calling it asthma, but says my cough is probably related to the cold I recently had, and the allergies that have caused me to be congested.  We’re treating the allergies with meds and nasal stuff, and the cough with an inhaler.  I’m supposed to use the inhaler fifteen minutes before exercising to see if that helps.  If not, then we may need to move to every 4-6 hours as needed.  If that still doesn’t help, or if I’m using it too much, then we’ll do some testing for asthma and may need to get a stronger inhaler.  Great.

The good news: I am not allergic to dogs.  Just dust mites and mold.

ChiCrossCup publicity.

Imelda is doing a great job of getting publicity out about the ChiCrossCup races.

Daily Peloton.

CX Magazine.

Anti-feminist?

I’ve always been a feminist, since as far back as I can remember.  I was always told that I can do anything a boy can do, and that I could even do it better, if I wanted.  The key word there is “wanted”.  There are some things that I’m happy to let boys do… or, more specifically, there are things that I’m happy to let Cliff do and they’ve become his “job” around the house.  Cleaning bikes is one of those things.

We’ve started joking about the cleaning bikes issue because Cliff has made it known that he hates to ride in mud or rain because it means he’ll have to spend time cleaning the bike afterwards.  It’s not enough that he has to clean his own bike, but now that I’m riding more frequently, it also means cleaning my bike, too.  Yes, I know, the feminists of the world would say that I should really learn to clean my own bike (and maintain it, too) because it will make more self-sufficient.  But, to be perfectly honest, I’m okay leaving the maintenance to the man.  

Tonight, as we were leaving cross practice, Roman asked who was going to clean our bikes.  He must have noticed that they still have mud on them from Sunday’s race.  I’m guessing Cliff will probably get around to it on Saturday.

Roman’s bike looked pretty clean tonight compared to how it looked on Sunday (pictures above).

I know how to change my tube, in case of a flat… barely.  But, as far as I’m concerned, that’s all I really need to know.  Anything else and I’ll just pick up the phone and call someone to come pick me up.  🙂

Getting old and falling apart.

I woke up the morning after a cross race a couple of weeks ago and had difficulty turning my head past a certain point.  My neck was stuck!  I thought it might get better after a few days, but it didn’t, so I finally sucked it up and made an appointment to see a chiropractor.  

Yesterday, I received my first homework assignment from the doctor.  I have to do a lot of band exercises to strengthen my back muscles, but I also have to do this weird wall angel movement against the wall to strengthen my lower back.  I tried doing this exercise tonight and found that it’s really difficult!  My back must really be screwed up.  😛  Hopefully these exercises help.

To top it off, I finally made an appointment to see my regular doctor about this stupid cough that I’ve had for three weeks now.  I go in on Saturday for that.  Cliff says it will be just my luck that I’ll find out I have pneumonia.  Wouldn’t that suck?!

I think I’m more worried about my allergy testing that I’m doing on Thursday.  See, I told you that I’m falling apart!  I was told to stop taking Claritan at least five days prior to my appointment.  In the past few days, my nose has gotten so stuffed up that my lips are getting chapped from breathing through my mouth so much.  I can handle learning that I’m allergic to dogs (bc then I’ll just take meds), but what if I learn that I’m allergic to something like wheat?  It doesn’t make sense to take medicine if I can just cut out a food item, but wheat is in everything!  

I should have gotten the extended warranty.

By the way, have you seen how cute my dogs are?  They’re not going anywhere, even if I do find out that I’m allergic to them.

Local celebrity.

That’s how I felt on Sunday during my race.  As I worked my way around the course, I could hear people calling my name and cheering for me at almost every corner (even Luke was cheering me on through the mud).  It’s great to be a part of a team and have teammates on the course, but it’s even better to have relative strangers cheering for me.  (I somewhat teased the Cuttin’ Crew at the bus on the first lap because their cheering was very subdued compared to previous races.  They’ve developed a reputation that we – or I – now expect them to live up to!)  🙂

I’ve always cheered for Cliff as he raced, but he often told me that he couldn’t really hear me above the sound of the wind rushing over his ears.  I’m not much of a yeller, so I never really bothered to cheer above the wind (besides, I was always too busy trying to catch the “money shot”).  I often heard Hank yelling at June to “get up there” and “catch her wheel” and wondered why she didn’t just tell him to “FUCK OFF!”  I always thought I’d probably say that to Cliff that if he yelled at me.  But, once I started racing, and could hear Cliff, Mark, Lou, Jim and Roman SCREAMING at the top of their lungs for (and at) me, I realized how motivational it is to hear people encouraging you to work harder.   I now understand why Hank yells, and why June doesn’t tell him to F- Off (or, as she says in the comments, sometimes she does tell him off, but she knows it’s out of a good place that he cheers her on).  The screaming and cheering gives you a little but more “get up and go” than you might have otherwise.  (Since June is kicking ass in the Women 1/2/3 races, she already has “get up and go”, but I imagine that little extra motivation has made a huge difference, too!)

I owe a huge “THANKS” to my cheerleaders!  Honestly, it’s YOU who keep me coming back week after week, because taking photos from the sidelines is WAY easier than this cross racing stuff.

Wanted: Housewife.

I need a housewife.  I spent all weekend doing family related stuff, then racing today and pictures, so I never got around to doing laundry.  Thankfully I put together the makings of a meatloaf in the crock pot before we left this morning, so dinner was practically waiting for us when we walked in the door.  But, I really don’t know when I’ll find the time to do laundry, go to the grocery store, find a halloween costume (!).  I really do need a housewife to take care of these things for me.  🙂

So, the photos from today are uploading right now.  I’ll link as soon as they’re finished.
EDIT: SORRY it took so long to upload that I left it overnight.  Photos are now uploaded. 

Today’s race: I hardly rode this week, in the hopes that time off the bike (and out of the cold!) would help me get rid of this stupid cough that I’ve had for several weeks now.  Fortunately, the cough started getting better, but unfortunately, I have a feeling today didn’t do  me any favors.  However, the cough didn’t get in the way of my race.  I pushed hard, and did okay, finishing 9th.  There were fewer women out this week, but my top ten finish should keep me in the top ten (hopefully!) for the series.  

At one point, I probably could have caught the woman in front of me, but I was pulling so hard on the pedals that I managed to pull right out.  I guess it’s finally time to tighten up the pedals so my feet don’t pull out so easily.  The cheering all around the course helped me keep going, and was motivation to push harder than I might have otherwise.

Congrats to all the other Pony Shop riders who finished so well!