Eat More Salad

Some of Team Toasted Head headed to the MASS Relay this past weekend in Marysville, PA. I was stoked to do this event and to do a three man relay with the other ladies on my team. I'd heard great things about the event and it delivered. Weather was beautiful, fun was had and there was a bit of pain involved as well. Trifecta. We also got to pick up and wear the team kit for the first time. You know that saying, "Ten pounds of sausage in a five pound bag"? Truer words have never been uttered. We tried on the fit kits in December and I ordered "up". Ummmm.....yeah. They are TIGHT. The kit actually felt great on the bike because nothing was moving around or shifting (as it was fused to my body). As soon as I got off the bike I felt I needed a robe to cover myself. 

The short, violent efforts were a little startling for this girl. I ran a spinnier gear than I would have preferred, but in the end I knew it would be a good character builder for me. At the end of the relay, I didn't feel like I had done much. I walked up the driveway that night and my legs buckled underneath me. I got in the door and sat down and I could still taste "bloody lung". That's a sign of a good day.

For those of you who will see me at upcoming races: My apologies. Avert your eyes. Twigs and berries for me from here on out.



Well, the day started off fantastically. Woke up at the crack of dark thirty and was pedaling in a frozen and fast Wawayanda paradise while the sun was just waking up. If I could start every morning like this I would be a happy girl. I forgot about the doom and gloom ahead. No, not work. I can deal with work.

The DENTIST.

I hate going to the dentist. My Dad is a dentist so I really dread going to a dentist who is not him. I've had some pretty uncomfortable procedures done to me over the years: twistings, prickings, pullings, drainings, proddings, pokings. I would take any of these over a trip to the dentist. At my last cleaning I found out I had a couple of  few cavities.

NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I brush. I floss. I rinse with ACT. I've been good. This can't be happening.

The theory is that all the endurance riding + the dry mouth for hours and hours + sugary drinks and foods = enamel wear and cavities OR it could be due to medications OR it could be because I'm getting older OR it could be a combination of all of the above. I'm going with all of the above.

I just tried to drink water two hours later. I may as well just pour it down my chest because that's where it's going to end up anyway. I'm still numb up to my right eyeball. I really want to eat lunch but I'm afraid I'll bite a hole through my cheek and/or lip.

The best part is I get to go back for Round 2 on Thursday.

Before and After

There are a few things I should never be allowed to own. White shoes are right at the top of that list.



Not too bad

Others judiciously clean their shoes after a ride. I may clean them after the first ride or two. After that, not so much. I knock the mud off and throw them in the basement. We'll see how these look come the end of April.