MISS BAGGY BUTT"
30 July 2002
Jeri and Haggie, with SF in the back
No one ever in my life has called me "baggy
butt." But my $60 skin-tight spandex biking shorts are starting to be loose and I
suppose Olivia wasn't that far off when she told Jeri and Haggie to "follow Miss
Baggy Butt" down the bike path.
Yesterday was Jeri's first "Boob"
ride and it was such fun. I had made arrangements to go riding in Alameda with her. I
wasn't sure if Olivia, fresh from surgery, was ready to hop on a bike again, but she was,
so she planned to join us. And then as I was riding to Alameda, the cell phone rang and it
was Haggie telling me she was going to
join us as well. So it was a foursome that set out from Olivia's apartment for Bay Farm
Island in Alameda.
This was a nice "toodle," as Haggie calls a
no-stress ride. The weather was gorgeous, San Francisco gleamed off on the horizon, the
"suicidal squirrels" that Haggie and I encountered last time were all out sunning
themselves on the rocks this time, seemingly oblivious to those big beings pumping their
legs on round looking things.
We did the periphery of the island and then headed back to the bike
bridge that would take us back to Alameda. Haggie, who is looking ahead to her first
century ride in October, needed more mileage, so she left us to go circle the island again
(at, I suspect, a faster clip without the rest of us).
Olivia, Jeri and I stopped at Subway to get some lunch, then I sat
and waited at Olivia's while Jeri played the closing performance of Alameda Civic Light
Opera's production of A Chorus Line. (Talk about being a one-man band. She played
the clarinet, sax, flute and piccolo in this production, as the only reed player in the
"George" -- look at those
At the end of the show, I picked her up to take her back to
the house where she's been staying. We played with "George," the kitten for
awhile; some friends brought hamburgers for us all to have dinner, and then I headed home,
getting home a lot later than I anticipated when I left in the morning.
I managed to get some work done, but went to sleep a bit early
because I had a big bike trip planned for first thing Monday morning. My dentist, who is
also my friend, had made arrangements with me to bike at 5 a.m. and she showed up right on
time. We put in 14.4 miles and will probably do this 2 or 3 times a week.
It was a terrific workout for me. None of this
ride-a-bit-stop-a-bit-take-a-picture kind of ride. This was exercise from the
minute we got on the streets. We went 11-12 mph nonstop for an hour and a half, except
when we had to stop to get bearings, or hit a dead end and had to turn around.
We did a lot of the same route that I covered on Saturday (at a much
more leisurely pace), but we also did two things I've been putting off, thinking I
couldn't handle them. Those would be hills. One is an underpass which is the main
entrance to town. It's been the biggest "hurdle" that has kept me from
investigating bike paths in South Davis. But it turned out that it was a piece o'cake. The
downhill preceding the uphill was so steep that I practically coasted to the top of the
But that wasn't the biggie.
The biggie is a bike overpass which goes over I-80. This is a long
slope which isn't that steep except at the very top, but just looking at it from afar made
me avoid it. When Cindy suggested we go that route, I said OK, and that I'd probably have
to walk the bike. "That's ok," she said cheerily, as she set off up the hill.
I remembered what Haggie learned from her bike group: don't look at
the hill; just look at the road directly ahead of you. That way, you aren't thinking about
how much farther you have to go. It's a psychological trick, but it worked. I had
to downshift almost to the lowest gear by the time I got to the top. I was just barely
inching along, gritting my teeth, sweating like a stuck pig, and saying "you can DO
this...you can DO this..." over and over again.
And by God, I DID IT!!!!!! Such an amazing feeling of
Cindy asked if I wanted to tackle the big overpass I've been
avoiding, the one between here and my office, but we'd already gone 12 miles and my knees
were feeling it, so I opted for going through the tunnel under the railroad tracks rather
than the overpass over them.
Best of all, at the end of the ride, I was still keeping up Cindy's
pace. We made plans to do the whole thing again on Wednesday. I had the best time!
I'm soaked with sweat and my knees know they've had a workout, but I'm hardly even
I really have come a long way, Baby.
Maybe I'd better get some better fitting biking shorts.