Liz had sent me an email with a link to an article about recovery. The article talked about the nutrition side, but also a cold water dunk...something I had never heard before. Here is the link:
I think it gives new meaning to "Go jump in a lake!"
All of my routes are on www.MapMyRide.com and can be viewed publicly. Either use my name Cindi Rauch, or my username litespeedin to find them. I would be interested to know if you can access the maps easily.
The Bone Locker rack came and is on the truck. It's a great rack and perfect for what we want to do. We put three bikes on it last night at our meeting, and after a bit of adjustment, I think it's going to be easy on...easy off. I didn't like the amount of wobble in the hitch receiver, and looked online for a solution. I ended up slipping some old credit cards in between the stinger of the rack and the hitch receiver...and it worked pretty well.
The routing is done. And about the time I finished the routing and emailed my hosts, one of them wrote back to tell me they were moving out of state. Another may have to help his daughter relocate. So...I'll be doing a little rerouting. I realize this is life...things change, people move, plans fall through. I have given all my bikin' buddies permission to smack me alongside the head if I allow any of this to cause me stress. I like the way Laura put it, "Sometimes, the change allows you the most wonderful of moments...a "meant to be", serendipitous kind of change.
We talked a lot about food at our meeting. I had made some whole wheat pasta with pesto, chicken, and roasted peppers, but I like it better with regular pasta. So did they. But all of them said they would eat either one. Do you see why I love these ladies, why I asked them to go with me on this trip? They are so easy to please. Patty's salad of cabbage, avocado, jicama, and cilantro was a big hit, and so was the tangerine wheat beer that Liz brought. We have 3 or 4 meals that we can make quickly...and that may have to do. If anyone knows how we could do baked potatoes, let me know...I think we would all like a loaded baked potato. Perhaps in...Idaho?
maybe you can't...because you won't...