05
nov
10

move it move it!

 



Up here, you just never really know when cycling season ends. Your last ride might be as late as November or as early as October. For that reason, instead of feeling sorry for myself and complain about the cold, the rain, the darkness of such depressing fall weather, I put on my running shoes, and head for the trails with my beloved Quick!

In my mind, they are my trails. Apart from a few deer, lots of squirrels, a very busy fox, I just never encounter any human being. Oh, just for the record, I know there are bears but luckily, I just never saw any… Touching wood as I’m typing!

Up and down, right and left
Switchbacks.
Everything but boring.
Jumping a creek, avoiding a rock, trying not to slip.
It’s all about making instant decisions. No time for indecision.
Always thinking about your next step.

Rocks, branches, mud, leaves.
Living in the moment.
Clearing your mind.
Feeling the oxygen steaming down your legs and feeding your brain
Looking up a sec to enjoy the view
Surrounded by trees, waterfalls and mountains
How can you feel anything but fresh and alive?

So, whatever the season, it’s all about being in motion.
Pedal, walk, run, swim, hike, jump, slide…just move!!

 

 

 

23
oct
10

Never stop exploring

 

When there’s movement
There’s life
Walking, running, pedaling
Road, paths, trails
Please don’t be scared
Just follow me
I’ll show you the way

 

Morning fog, sunshine, fresh air
Striking surroundings
Rain, snow and ice
Exploring the boundaries
Life in the fast lane
Fighting the elements
Please don’t be scared
Just take my hand
Let me be your leader
I’ll show you the way

 

But yet another day
Another challenging journey
Facing adversity
But this time, a total different ball game
No movement involved
Wounded
I could fake happiness
But I lost my spark
It’s all just a blur

 

Stuck in a body that isn’t mine
I can’t reach; I’m lost at sea
Even if I see the land
I fear I won’t make it
The unknown, you know…
Please give me your hand
And show me the way
Tell me I will heal, I promise I’ll never let go

Mari-jo

 

 

17
oct
10

what we see

Cyclists
A different breed
We consider food as fuel
Our muscles as powerful partners
Our body as a complex engine

We see an unknown territory
As a potential new loop
A recently paved road
As velvet under our wheels
A steep hill
As an intense short interval
A mountain
As a epic challenge

We see injuries
As time away from our passion
Health problems
As our worst enemy

Cyclists
We view the world in a different way
Because we are indeed
An exceptional breed!

Mari-jo

05
oct
10

Magical beans

 

 Every single morning

A few easy steps being followed

A plain routine?

Certainly not

More like a ritual

A moment of pure delight

 

 

Water whistling in the background

The grinder destroying the beans into tiny pieces

A few scoops gently delivered into the French Press

And may the magic begin

 

 

A transformation

A combination of aromas

A few minutes and then…

Time’s up!

The dark potion ready for consumption

 

 

The first sip

Aaaaah, the enjoyment of the mysterious brew

Such a delight!

Sleepy head coming back to life

Tons of new ideas jumping around

Armed to face another battle

Ready for another day.

 

Mari-jo

02
oct
10

Autumn

 

Yellows, oranges and reds

The colourful twist of Mother Nature

Rain, wind and chilly temperatures

Everyone gathers inside

Homemade soup, fireplaces and fluffy blankets

The soothing effect of a warm infusion

Tea, coffee, what is it gonna be?

 

Looking back at those summer days

 Struggling to stay in the moment

Overlooking what’s coming next

Knowing that with the power of nature

The leaves will for an instant be free

Until they land and peacefully wait for the end.

 

Mari-jo

04
sept
10

Saturday morning

There’s something special about Saturday morning.

Although I don’t have to, I always get up before 7am. Quiet. Peaceful. Serene. The birds are signing,  the squirrels are running around the deck.

Daily worries put a side for 2 days, like a mini vacation! Perfect time for writing. Being productive while the rest of the world is sleeping. Very satisfying!

Saturday also  calls for sunshine.  It’s just the way it’s supposed to be. A reward for those who work all week long. Let them have some fun, pelezzzz!

And what would Saturday be without a bike ride? It’s an absolute must. A no brainer. Whether you’re training for your next century or your next race, riding solo, with friends or in a local club, you expect to putt in some serious miles.

You may be mentally drained from your job, you wouldn’t miss your Saturday morning ride in a million years. 8 am and ready to sweat, struggle, attack and  counter attack. You’re all there, sharp as a knife.

Seriously, what would your life be without your Saturday morning bike ride?

Mari-jo

18
août
10

Brain VS guts

 

I get up this morning and all I can see is fog. Big thick fog. I know it’s usually followed by blue sky but I can’t see any blue just yet. I’ve completed day 3 off the bike. 3 long days. Feels like an eternity. Like when you first fall in love with someone and you don’t see your new love for 1 full day… Yep, an eternity. The only good thing about it is that by staying off the bike, I’ve got less laundry to do!

Repeating the key word in my mind: temporary.

The last few days have been pretty rough on me.  My sacro-iliac joint decided, again, that she’s had enough pedaling for the summer and has called for a break. I say again because she does that little trick of hers every 2 months or so. She had the decency to give me a few signs before quitting, but like any passionate cyclist, I pretended not to understand her words. You know what a good dose of endorphins do to you, right? Makes your brain dizzy. Makes the pain in your quads disappear. Makes you happy. And makes you crave for more!

So lately, I’ve added a few extra intervals on the big chain ring, preparing for my 24hour coming up in September. Well, it was one too many I guess. I was just having fun with my heart. I could hear my gluteus and back screaming but the fun I was having with my heart made me ignore the rest. And since my muscles, because of some other serious issue, can never fully recover, I’m now paying for that lack of self control.

My daily drill has been pretty boring: ice, rest, avoid walking, lay on back, no sitting at the computer for more than 30 minutes at a time, no lifting, and of course no biking. Repeat for 2 to 15 days (!!). That recommendation would make a couch potato joyful but makes me more on down side. Imagine:  no bike, no computer time. Makes any sane girl go nuts!

Now, after day 3, it’s time for me to get back on the bike and slowly turn the legs. No big chain ring. No resistance training. No intervals. No big fun. Just turn those legs. Easy spin. Gotta play smart if I want to come back strong. Pedaling with my brain, not with my guts. 30 to 45 minute spin, not more than that. Self control, for once.

Gotta stick by those rules for a couple of days. And in the best case scenario, at the end of this week, I’ll get to change those rather boring rules and have some fun again!

Mari-jo




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