On 2004-05-12, Paladin penned:
> "Monique Y. Mudama" <
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>> Tonya Laffey, pro racer, taught this clinic. Read more
>> about her and her team here:
http://www.mtbchick.com/
>>
>> I heard about the clinic from the Singletrack Sistahs
>> group. More info here:
http://www.singletracksistahs.com/
>
> Is there a camp for bruthas?
I don't know =/ I rarely see male-specific sport-related
camps. I saw that Winter Park was offering men's ski clinics
this past season, but it looks like they didn't do so hot.
The guy at the optics store today mentioned some general mtb
camps, but I don't recall the name of the group.
Hey, me, I wasn't necessarily looking for a gender-specific
camp; it just turns out that some of the resources available
to me are geared toward women. It *was* kind of a neat
change being by far the most aggressive and skilled of the
students in this class ... the first time I've ever ridden
with anyone who wasn't way better than me.
> It's amazing how much air you can get if you let yourself
> go vertical.
It turns out that my big challenge is looking ahead, rather
than down at my oh-so-fascinating wheel. I gained several
inches just by looking up.
> You mighta been trying too hard, but hey, you were out
> hammering it and that's what counts.
Yeah. Also, I knew that if I didn't clear that section, I'd
always be afraid of it. This way, I can remember it as the
challenging section that I beat, rather than the challenging
section that beat me.
> I rode 18 miles with a cut up arm and broken ribs. As we
> got within earshot of Adam's house, he yells out "Road
> Rash!" and his lovely, well-trained wife runs out with a
> bottle of alcohol and a rough wash cloth, giving me the
> treatment.
Beautiful!
>> After we were all done there, I called Eric, but the
>> reception wasn't so great. So I pretty much just told him
>> to buy some gauze and hydrogen peroxide and that I'd be
>> home in an hour. Then I drove home as quickly as I could.
>>
> Others sometimes don't understand.
Eric understands ... he just wasn't sure if I was going to
arrive home with all of my limbs intact. I guess I could
have upped my level of effort in communicating the damage,
or lack thereof.
Speaking of understanding, today was pretty interesting. I
had four doc appts -- seeing a nurse for a shot, getting
fillings at the dentist, my weekly chiro, and physical
therapy. Three out of the four places, I was greeted with
dismay and concern. The fact that I shrugged it off just
weirded them out. My dental assistant person said, "Well,
guess you won't be riding for a while," and when I said, "Of
course I'll ride this weekend, assuming it doesn't rain" she
just ... looked at me. Like I was an alien.
Walk into the chiro office, though, and the receptionist,
Jessica, sees my arm and immediately asks, "Mountain
biking?" I grin and say, "Yeah, how'd you know?" She raises
up both arms to show off her scars. "We all do it."
Now, *that* is cool.
(My dad would also appreciate it if I wore elbow pads. I
said I'd consider it. He said, well, please be careful out
there. I said I am ... most of the time.)
> good story. And that repair stand is terrific, better than
> my Park PRS-5.
It's definitely on my list, but I still need to get the
roof rack for my bike, and I just bought some really sweet
Rudy Project sunglasses (ER forthcoming once I actually
ride with 'em).
--
monique