My life with bikes
A not so long time ago, in a place very close by, I instructed my first cycling class. My first class was in front of the team Somerset juniors and some of their parents so when, not if, I messed up we all knew each other. In the studio, the instructor rides on a raised platform in front of everyone wearing a microphone. Speaking in front of people was never strength of mine. In fact I would avoid every opportunity to speak in front of people; so I was a bit nervous to be in the spotlight. I was anticipating it the whole day. I received the workout that Bill, the owner of GoRyde, was going to have me teach during the week so I was reading it throughout the day and thought about how I could push the riders. The class was set up with the profile of stage 16 of the Tour De France with 3 of the major alpine climbs: Col d’Aubisque, Col du Tourmalet, and the Col d’aspin. In the beginning of the workout there were only 2 people that I would be coaching, but in the first 5 minutes of starting 7 more people showed up, ahhhhhh so many people to talk in front of. Within 10 minutes of the ride, I got so into coaching, pushing the riders, making jokes, and giving them a hard workout. Halfway through the workout Bill actually came up to me and said I was pushing them a little too hard. I was just having so much fun. It was amazing how once I got riding on the bike I was so comfortable and didn’t even realize I was talking in front of people. An experience I thought I would be bad at and was nervous for ended up being the most enjoyable thing. Others even told me I was great and above 90% of instructors already! But most of all I really learned how being on the bike makes me comfortable in any situation.
Everyday is typically a busy day for me but last Friday was certainly a hand full. Recently the facility I train at, Goryde run by Bill and Courtney Kemmerer, asked me to become a cycling spin instructor, pretty much a dream job of mine to do anything with bikes. But in order to become an instructor I need to learn and watch how spin classes are run. I took on the challenge of attending one of their morning classes at 5:30 am. Since the studio was a half hour away, I woke up at 4:30 that morning and planned to leave at 5. Surprisingly I left right on time and was excited that I would be punctual and then got in the car and...no gas. So my sister used all my gas yesterday but it was okay there was a gas station right on the way. But what I didn't realize was normal gas stations aren't open at 5 am. Now I'm running late ugh. The next gas station was 5 miles the other direction. By the time I left that gas station I had 15 minutes to get to the studio that was 30 minutes away. Let's just say I used my need for speed to get there that day. I ran inside and got on the bike trying not to disturb the class. It was my first public spin class I've been to and was different than what I'm used to. It was only 6:30 am. when I was done working out, the time I would normally be crawling out of bed. What a long morning, but the morning workout felt so good. After the workout I showered and ran over to treat myself to some caramel latte before I went to school. While walking over to my car my hair FROZE. I guess going out in 0 degree weather after a workout and shower wasn't the best idea. It was off to school now and made it right on time. After school I rushed home, changed, and went to work at my waitressing job at a Chinese restaurant. While at work I went 30 minutes past my time because I was talking to this couple that was very interested in everything I do with cycling. It's amazing how I meet all these people that live in my town who i've never even seen before. After my non stop day from 4:30 to 10 with training, school, then work I was ready to sleep and never wake up.
As this is my first post I should tell you about how I got to here. What would I rather have, a new bike or a new car...the answer is always a new bike. It all started with my mom showing me how fast you can go on bikes because I always had the need for speed. As a very young girl, active in all my activities, cycling was just another one for now. Traveling to races with my parents I met so many friendly people that they knew from years past and made friends with more. Racing gave me the high for my need for speed and the feeling of belonging. When years past I became closer with the people in the sport and closer to my bike; it wasn't a sport anymore it has become who I call my friends, my family, and my drug. My bike was always there for me whenever I felt overwhelmed stressed or just down, a ride was always the cure. But riding was not just what I wanted, the racer in me had to get to use. Some call me fearless thinking riding down hills hitting 55 miles a hour is fun or hitting 65 on my downhill skis. I dream of racing with women elbow to elbow, surges up hills, and full out sprints with attacks from left to right. But the hardest part is mental. There were never easy days. Not everyone can have their best race everyday. There are days I feel I need to stay in the gym for tens of hours because I think I'm not good enough, days I didn't want to touch my bike because I felt disappointed in myself, days I watched and thought of things I could have done, but I do it all because of my goals and dreams. I dream that one day young girl racers will know my name and cheer for me and be role model to them that you can do anything no matter what someone tells you. So here is the beginning on my journey.