Sentimental Diabetic Drivel... Documenting life of a T1 athlete
Friday, August 9, 2013
Riding the lumps in MA
It’ll be a chill ride, he says. I’m
on a recovery week, he says.
It’s the last hill, he says – over
and over and over…
Before I get into the details of the
ride I’ll talk about the awesome that is Mr. Jeff Mather.
Jeff does shit. Like, big shit. The
first time we met in real life he came out to Hamilton to run the historical
Around the Bay 30km road race. Later that year we met in the Twin Cities to
ride the 100mile Tour de Cure with the Pancremaniacs. Following that we met in
the Finger Lakes region of New York State and rode our bikes around Cayuga Lake
(with fellow T1D and CIM’er Andy). All of those posts, of course, are without the precious pictures. Jeff is also a 70.3 half-ironman triathlete which is no feat to ignore.
Needless to say, when we get together
it’s for something big. I had talked about making a trip out to the Boston area
to ride bikes with him so it was only proper that I lived up to my statement. I
was welcomed into him and his wife Lisa’s home for the weekend. I had never
really been out that way and was quite surprised at the beautiful, quaint New
England ways. I did notice as I was getting closer to Boston just how “lumpy”
the state was. “Lumpy” as they say in the Tour de France. I quietly tucked that
away in my thoughts.
Lisa and Jeff were kind enough to
tromp my ass around downtown Boston for the day exploring the city. I can’t
really say anything special about Boston. It’s kind of another big city like
many big cities and I’m not really a huge fan of them. I only had a couple anxiety
attacks. Me and crowds of people just don’t get along. I was excited to
experience it though and glad I finally got to see the city.
The hills were still in the back of
my mind knocking obtrusively.
I didn’t ask Jeff about the route he
had planned mostly because I didn’t want to know. I would have stared at those
bumps obsessively hoping I could shoot laser beams from my eyes to blast them
away. It’s what I do. Not the laser beam shooting although that would be cool.
I stare at elevation maps thinking the longer I stare at them the less
intimidated I would be. I’m glad I didn’t know. Within the first 10 minutes of
the ride I turned to Jeff and said, “Is this a hilly route?” His response,
“Fairly”. ‘nuff said. Clearly, however, my version of “fairly” and his version
of “fairly” speak different languages.
Jeff's picture trying to capture a climb
I kept waiting for the road to level
out even just for a few kms. It was like a slap in the face as the mileage
increased and that thought was forced out of my
mind. Okay Jeff, your state has not a flat road to be seen. With every
ascent we came back down and every time the road reached a low point it
immediately started climbing again. Up, down, up, down. Sweat, rinse, repeat.
I did not complain except for one big
long extended hill that I wasn’t expecting at all. One of those climbs where
with every corner it kept going up and you’re like, “WTF!”. I accused Jeff of
trying to kill me which he expected me to say. I had to sit down after this
climb because I tried to drink too much Pineapple Skratch (disgusting btw) too
quickly which caused stomach turning dizziness.
Resting my ill-feeling belly
After a while I resorted to making
peace with my granny gears. See the climb, downshift, yell at my legs, get to
the top. I didn’t have much left in me to go racing down the ascents knowing
another hill was undoubtedly just over there. There were some times near the
end of the ride I seriously thought my legs would not turn up another climb. I
made them go despite the burning. I also learned that when Jeff says, “that’s
the last one”, to not trust the man. He’s sweet ‘n all but a liar! :P
Okay maybe not a "liar", that is too sweet of a man to be a liar.
Despite the difficulty of the lumps
we had a GREAT ride. We probably talked about the whole of the DOC (just
kidding… maybe). Our conversations (while not huffing and puffing up hills) are
always awesome. He is, after all, my DBFF and no one’s gonna take that title
away from him. The roads were nice and the scenery was beautiful. We both had some very lovely BGs for the most part. I started a wee bit higher than I like but got into my groove and kept 'em in line for the rest of the ride. Until I tanked on the way home but that's not important :). We had no lows while out riding for the many hours that we did and that's an accomplishment. I enjoyed hearing the beeps from Jeff's jersey pocket. I don't miss my insulin pump for a moment but the familiarity of the sounds were nice.
As for the confiscated insulin-in-a-tree story, I think that deserves a post all of it's own so stay tuned.
Now for some random pictures from both mine and Jeff's camera.
Jeff goes out a lot more prepared than I do. Check out those pockets!
A small correction bolus
Jeff likes to call this my old man picture. Like I'm about to tell a story.
Without diabetes I would never know this dude so for that, I am eternally grateful.