My Story (so far)

What might seem odd, after having published 42 posts, is to be writing something entitled “My Story”.   Since I wasn’t clever enough to have made my last post The Answer To The Ultimate Question Of Life, The Universe, And Everything, I decided it was high time to write a short biographical, with all the interesting bits in one place.  You see, lately I’ve been joining various online groups — mostly MS-related — and I am finding the redundancy of “introducing” myself over and over again to be incredibly tedious.  The future plan?  Point ’em to this tell-all page.  Brilliant! So, with apologies to those who have already slogged through 42 posts, here goes … Continue reading

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The Bike Ride That Took My Breath Away

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I’ve mentioned previously that I enjoy cycling.  StarMan and I have been trying to do more riding lately, to whip our lumpy bodies back into shape.  Last Saturday, we rolled out onto the streets much later in the day than planned, in the peak heat of the day.  On top of the high temperature (about 97 degrees F), the bike route we picked was fully exposed to the sun without any redeeming shade, and involved a fairly steep ascent up a mountain.  I’ve ridden this route many times before, without problem, but never in this kind of heat.  I’m not sure what kind of stupid convinced us that the ride was going to be peachy, but I’ll blame it on our frequently watching all those hardcore bodies in the Tour de France, who make cycling up mountains look like child’s play.  Well, this ride was only the second in my life that I didn’t finish. Continue reading

How I got here, Part 2: Choose your charities carefully!

I love to cycle.  My love for bikes started when I was an undergraduate … one of my physics lab teaching assistants (TA)  had a beautiful, very expensive bike that he had won in a bike race.  That bike went everywhere with him, and was a permanent fixture during labs.  As I was hanging weights off of pulleys, and trying to figure out why the hell my circuits weren’t working, I’d sneak glances at that beautiful, sleek bike and wish it were mine.  My lab TA — the owner of said bike —  did semi-professional racing on weekends, and his body was a toned, lean-mean machine.  He made biking look very, very cool. Continue reading