Thankful for Chiropractor
This week I learned how your body can respond to one minor change. As I was dealing with hip pain, a screaming piriformis and intense knee pain on the uphills, I wondered if this body could really do the distance. Then I saw my chiropractor, who identified a rather strange body change; I had rotated my zyphoid process. How??? No clue. All I know is now it's back to normal and I have no pain and I can climb and breathe, and sing.... Thank you Lord for my chiropractor. I wonder if she'll fit into my duffel bag?
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Saturday, May 18, 2013
50 km before breakfast
Sometimes it is hard to fit in training rides. This morning I met three other women early and we pedalled hard for 50 km. We saw lovely scenery, chatted during the ride, and made it home early enough to eat breakfast (well, for me, second breakfast). Of course, the nap after lunch became a necessity after getting up at 5:30, but hey, it was great to get some distance in early in the day!
Sometimes it is hard to fit in training rides. This morning I met three other women early and we pedalled hard for 50 km. We saw lovely scenery, chatted during the ride, and made it home early enough to eat breakfast (well, for me, second breakfast). Of course, the nap after lunch became a necessity after getting up at 5:30, but hey, it was great to get some distance in early in the day!
Monday, May 13, 2013
Inspired by older riders...
Yesterday I had the privilege of speaking about the Sea to Sea at Westdale Reformed Church in Hamilton. While there, I met up with two older adults who blew me away. Mr. Slagter still rides 10,000 km per year, and he is a senior citizen. He rides for charity (Bike for Bibles). Mrs. VanHoeve, who I think is in her 80's, has just recently hung up her bike due to Parkinsons. Up until very recently we used to see her bombing down Snake Road as we churned our way up. She'd always have a cheery wave, and if I'd see her at a church bazaar during the year, no matter how foul the weather, her first question would always be "So did you ride this morning? I did." I will be riding for them and all the other older adults who inspire me.
Yesterday I had the privilege of speaking about the Sea to Sea at Westdale Reformed Church in Hamilton. While there, I met up with two older adults who blew me away. Mr. Slagter still rides 10,000 km per year, and he is a senior citizen. He rides for charity (Bike for Bibles). Mrs. VanHoeve, who I think is in her 80's, has just recently hung up her bike due to Parkinsons. Up until very recently we used to see her bombing down Snake Road as we churned our way up. She'd always have a cheery wave, and if I'd see her at a church bazaar during the year, no matter how foul the weather, her first question would always be "So did you ride this morning? I did." I will be riding for them and all the other older adults who inspire me.
Sunday, May 12, 2013
Some rides are difficult...
Saturday's training ride was HARD! We rode 40 km with lots of hills, and I was limited by pain in my knee and by weakness in my left piriformis. Partway through the ride I heard this voice in my head saying "you should turn back, you can't keep up with this group...you shouldn't be here". It took some prayer to get my head back on straight, and I stuck it out, grinding up one last steep ascent (with a welcome "pushie" from my husband...). Once at the top, I felt great and hung onto the wheel of the person in front of me, even screaming ahead on a long descent. I can imagine lots of moments like this on the tour, when the task seems impossible, and we hear this voice of discouragement: this is when we'll pray for inspiration, for "pushies" and for belief in what we are doing, and we will find whatever it takes to keep pedalling.
Saturday's training ride was HARD! We rode 40 km with lots of hills, and I was limited by pain in my knee and by weakness in my left piriformis. Partway through the ride I heard this voice in my head saying "you should turn back, you can't keep up with this group...you shouldn't be here". It took some prayer to get my head back on straight, and I stuck it out, grinding up one last steep ascent (with a welcome "pushie" from my husband...). Once at the top, I felt great and hung onto the wheel of the person in front of me, even screaming ahead on a long descent. I can imagine lots of moments like this on the tour, when the task seems impossible, and we hear this voice of discouragement: this is when we'll pray for inspiration, for "pushies" and for belief in what we are doing, and we will find whatever it takes to keep pedalling.
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