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finally a bike ride!

Redbud Ride London KY 2016

If you’ve been reading my posts lately, you might have picked up on the fact that I have REALLY missed getting to ride my bike!  We had these huge plans to really stick with training all winter.  I mean it!  We went so far as to clear out our small “living room” which held some Queen Anne furniture my mom had given us, selling the small sofa and two chairs, keeping only the wardrobe and four tables (I plan to re-do the tables to match in our family room…SOMEday!) so we’d have room for the bikes and fans and trainers.

In case you don’t know, a trainer is a contraption you can affix the bike to in order to “ride” in place indoors. cycle trainer Click the photo above for more examples on a Google search page so you can understand a little better.

So yep, we got rid of all that stuff so we could become killers on our bikes over the winter.  And we got on the things all of ONE whopping time!!  GAH!!  I think Tommy actually got on a second time, but lemme tell you, as much as I love riding outside, I detest riding inside just as much.  Ugh!  It’s just not fun, as any cyclist will tell you.

In our defense, we did get really sick.  Tommy had some bronchial thing that started his asthma, which had been pretty dormant since just after high school!  He was taking nebulizer treatments four and five times a day there for awhile!  Poor guy.  There was no way he could have ridden in that condition.  And of course, if you know me, you know I wasn’t about to do it without him keeping me going.  (I know, I KNOW!  I really need to work on being a li’l more independent, but there ya have it.  I suck at self-motivation!)

After the season had really started, at least for the dedicated cyclists around here, I had the itch to get out and ride, but I am a chicken.  I don’t like to go riding by myself.  I let fear overtake me and start worrying about my sugar going low or having a flat on the back which I couldn’t change myself if my life depended on it.  I worry about wrecking my pitiful self in the remote areas where we ride and being stranded all alone.  Ha ha… see?  I can really do a number on myself.  Although, in all seriousness, I don’t like to ride alone because I don’t recognize when my sugar goes low anymore.  After the time I sped off a hill going about 35 mph only to stop at the bottom when I got this teensy flash of fatigue and thought, “I wonder if I’m low,” only to find that I was very low, in fact, hovering around 40.  sigh   I just don’t trust my body to let me know that I’m dropping before I do something crazy like that, ya know?  I had no idea I was anywhere near that low and could have SO easily had a major crash.  I like to avoid those any time I can.  😉

But Sunday afternoon, after seeing all the bikes go by the house the day before, we couldn’t take it anymore.  We decided to head out after church.  Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to make it all the way back home.  Talk about being MAD at yourself!?!  I was!!  The worst thing is it wasn’t my legs or even my saddle that gave me problems.  It was my stinkin’ neck and shoulders that got so tight and hurt so bad, it felt like the muscles were going to tear through my skin.  ARGH!

me, crapping out at mile ten  :(  Hey, the sign said stop, so I did.  Okay?

I made it ten of the twelve miles and crapped out just before the hills leading back to our house.  How disgusting!  Once those muscles start aching though, I can’t get them to calm down no matter how often or how long I stop to “rest” them.  I’m not sure how to overcome that, but I have GOT to figure out a way!  *sadness!*

Geannie's 2016 inaugural ride gets a thumbs down

                                   Sad. Just SAD!

The start of the cycling season in Kentucky has been well under way ever since it got halfway nice enough to pile on that insulated spandex and pedal, but the official start is our town’s Redbud Ride.

redbud ride kentucky

The Redbud is our town’s annual bike ride which took place this past weekend.  The Redbud Ride has become one of the premier rides of Kentucky’s Century Challenge and it happens right here in London.  Actually, the main route goes right past our house!  Before we got into cycling, we would watch all those “crazy bike riders” go past in the spring for the Redbud and then again in the fall for The Thriller Ride and think, “I can’t believe those people would get out in this weather/this early/in that getup/etc and pedal all day!”  You know what they say… Never say never.  Ha ha!

 I actually know and have ridden with some of these fine folks.  Seriously, if you have ever considered cycling as a hobby or way to get healthy, cyclists are some of the nicest people you will ever meet.  And the most diverse “sports” group you’ll ever encounter too!road cycling kentucky

There are several routes to take.  There’s one for beginners that’s 24 miles, another route that’s 36 miles, a moderate route of 58 miles, an intermediate route of 70 miles and then the “century+” of 102 miles.  That one is the first of the four century rides that must be completed during the season to earn the coveted Kentucky Century Challenge jersey.

kentucky century challenge 2016

My beast-of-a-husband earned his jersey last year!  I was so proud of him!  I seriously can’t imagine riding a hundred miles in one day.  Heaven help!!  I barely did a half-century (54 miles, to be exact) and I cried the last four miles in.  I was SO tired and hurting!  I think I’d stop and curl up in a ditch on the side of the road to cry if I attempted to do 100 miles!!  Ha!

I am SO glad we finally got out to ride.  It WAS a lot of fun til I started hurting so bad.  And now I’m struggling to not let my mind work me over, ya know?  Trying not to tell myself not to try again.  Honestly, if I could do a couple 18-25 mile rides a week, I’d be thrilled.  I think that might even get me back on track with losing weight.  I lost a little over 30 pounds once I really started riding last year and I’ve kept it off, thank God although I’m not sure how!  I would love to repeat that this year, but I sure am getting a pitiful and late start.  *bleh*

And we have the garden this year too.  We skipped putting one out completely last year because we were spending so much time riding, it just didn’t leave time to tend a garden.  We probably wouldn’t have done more than peppers and tomatoes this year except that Mom wanted a full garden, so maybe she will understand if we ride instead of work the garden sometimes.  She’s always been very supportive of me riding.  I’ll have to explain some time how my parents view hobbies and such…let’s just say it’s not very favorably.  Heh.  I think deep down, she usually feels proud of my riding but she really doesn’t understand it.  Once she made a comment when I told her I’d done my first 40+ mile ride (without planning to!) last year “Why didn’t you just make it 50?” as if it was just a matter of trying harder or something.  Bahaha!  She has no clue about factoring in weather, road conditions or daylight, not to mention physical capability.  *pshh*  Funny, Mom.

So there we have it.  At last.  Our first ride of the year in the books.  I really DO hate that my attempt was so pitiful, but I plan to try it again.  I’m not sure how I’ll overcome this neck issue because those muscles stay in constant pain, so when I push them at all, they get really angry.  Maybe I can pre-dose with some ibuprofen and some muscle spray or something.

We shall see!

I Corinthians 9:26-27

26 So I do not run aimlessly; I do not box as one beating the air. 27 But I discipline my body and keep it under control, lest after preaching to others I myself should be disqualified.

Blessings to you!!


an open letter to the t1d mom…

Dear Type 1 Diabetic Mom,

I know you.

I know you are tired.  Tired of worrying about your health and how you can take care of it, your baby, your home, your job, your marriage, your other kids…every other thing in your life that stresses out the most healthy of moms.  I know adding t1d to the mix can create sheer havoc.  I know it’s easy to feel bitter, angry and completely cheated.

I know that being a mom is a monumentally hard job.  I also know that being a mom with t1d increases the difficulty exponentially!


Something else I know is that it’s doable.  Yes, it’s hard.

It’s the hardest thing you will ever do in your entire life.  But you can do it.  I know, because I did it.

type 1 diabetic mothers

Type 1 Diabetic Mothers

Yeah, and if I can do it, so can you.

I have two healthy, productive, intelligent grown sons to show for all the effort to take the best care of myself that I could in order to best care for them.  It was worth every poke, every extra test, every extra bag I packed for my supplies that added to all the things I already had to keep up with for them.  It was worth every tear I cried in private, tears of exhaustion, of fear, of despair feeling that I just couldn’t do it one more minute.

I have to tell you my secret.  You may or may not see it as something that would work for you.  I understand that, but for me, without this “secret weapon”, I would not have made it.  I wouldn’t have survived to escort my boys into adulthood.

My “secret” was (and IS) Jesus.  Without my faith, I could not deal with the reality of diabetes.  I couldn’t deal with the ups, downs and sideways, upside down spirals that it creates in my life.   I encourage you to investigate Him at the very least.  For so many other things in my life, He is my Sustainer, but for motherhood, He was indeed my Savior and thus, the reason my children are who and what they are today.  I am immensely proud of them and thankful for all the Lord has done in their lives.

Another thing that will be essential for “getting through” motherhood with t1d is HELP!  You do not have to do it alone.  Nor are you supposed to.  If you are a single mother on top of it, reach out to friends and family.  If your husband isn’t as supportive as he should be, call on others to help you.  ANY mother is well within her rights, and responsibilities for that matter, to ask for help when she needs it.  If you don’t, you risk failing even more!  ASKING FOR HELP IS NOT FAILURE…IT IS WISDOM.

In my opinion, that’s good advice for ANY mom or any person!   Don’t let pride keep you from reaching out for help when you need it!  That’s just foolish!

Back to you, T1D Mom… I know there will be days when you just can’t seem to get your blood sugars to cooperate.  No matter what you do, no matter that you’re doing everything the doctor has instructed, the disease will not cooperate.  It will become a monster on those days and it is one you will simply have to resign yourself to fight.  Your health and your children are worth ever effort you make.

I KNOW it’s hard.  I know there are times when you just want to quit!  You don’t want to try anymore to control this raging beast that is sometimes T1D.

But do it anyway.  Do It ANYWAY.

You are not alone.  Others have gone before you.  They are walking beside you and coming behind you in this epic battle to remain physically healthy and mentally sane while being a mother with type 1 diabetes.  Your only mission is

               do NOT give up!

I hope this has encouraged you to look for the brighter side, to focus on the good and remember that this season of your life won’t last forever.

If I can help you, encourage you or maybe just reassure you that no matter how bad it may seem, you can’t afford to give up…contact me.  Leave a comment, hit me up on Facebook or Twitter or email me.  All my info is in the sidebar!  I want to remind you… you have too much at stake to let this disease defeat you!  Let me encourage you and let’s encourage each other!





he did it!!


This is one proud wife right here. My sweet, determined, strong & compassionate husband completed his first century (that’s a ONE HUNDRED MILE bike ride) today.

Yep, same hubby that was on crutches about two-and-a-half weeks ago for a torn/bruised groin muscle.



Cycling. I really do like it. I probably don’t love it like many people. I sometimes have to make myself ‘just do it’… I have to overcome the mind games that make me hesitate when I’m scared because of the pain from falling or whatever. When I am tired or sore, when I don’t wanna deal with the sweat and aching muscles.

Right now, I am just proud that I can make myself get on the trainer at least a few times a week. I mean, that’s a huge step forward for me. I want to get healthier and smaller. I want to get stronger and more focused.

I’m not a “pusher” though. I am not big on doing ‘the hard thing’. I’m the first one to quit when it gets hard or difficult or ugly. Well, at least physically. Although I guess there are things about me, parts of me that are always doing the hard things. I mean, living life with a chronic disease, one that never gives you a day off, never a moment to forget about it… that’s a hard thing if ever there was one. So … I dunno… maybe I’m a little stronger than I give myself credit for, but I could definitely be stronger than I am.

I am almost a total opposite of my crazy hubby, though. He never backs down from something he wants to accomplish. Like cycling. He has been committed to doing this century challenge this year. After his wreck, the crutches and all, he was still saying he’d give it a try. Then, he’d move wrong and get that muscle aching really bad and say that he couldn’t.

With this trip coming up this weekend, his work conference in Nashville, we have a LOT to get done before Sunday when we plan to leave right from church. Last weekend was planned to be the first leg of the century challenge with our local Redbud Ride, but he wasn’t at all ready to attempt that. About a week before this, we learned that they were making changes so that if you volunteered to work the ride, then you would be permitted to do your century ride either the weekend before or after the Redbud and still have it count toward the challenge.

He was so excited about that and started making plans to do that. We DID have a fun day working at one of the rest stops and driving SAG
Volunteers for Redbud Ride 2015
And earlier this week is when he’d told some other riders that he didn’t think he was going to try doing a century this weekend.

Then he rode about 20 miles. And didn’t feel all that bad. He told me the muscle that was injured and has been giving him so much pain felt better. So now he wants to attempt to do this 100-mile bicycle ride. Tomorrow. The day before we leave for him to attend a 3-day conference for work.

*sigh* I’m just not sure about the wisdom of this, especially when he’s not been training for that long a ride at all. Not one bit! He says he’ll just start it and see how much of it he can do. He had said before that even if he had to walk the worst hills in the ride that he’d rather do that so he could still have this first century done with.

This wouldn’t be such a big deal except that if he does this ride, it will mean I must be his “SAG Wagon”…I’ll have to follow him in the truck all day. And understand, a ride this long will take at least 7 hours for a very fit athlete. I’m thinking, even if he didn’t have to walk any hills it will take him around 9 hours to finish.

Now, I’ve never driven SAG before for more than 10 miles for him. That is enough to know it’s not fun. The very most you can run is about 20 mph, and that’s only in certain areas, ya know? So it’s a long, slow exercise in patience. And we’ve already established that I am NOT a patient person.

Yes, I’m also worried that at the very least, he’s going to feel miserable for an almost-4-hour drive to Nashville the very next day, not to mention that this will kill an entire day I was counting on to get things ready and packed. I worry that he’ll injure or re-injure himself in the process. And I’ll have to do something with Max for that whole time. I can’t imagine dealing with him in the truck for the entire ride, but that may be what I’ll have to do. Maybe I could put him in Sam’s pen for the day, but boy, is he going to be a mess once we get home. Probably physically as well as ‘mentally’… he’s pretty hyper if he’s been confined for any length of time and I hate dealing with him when he’s like that.

I know. I sound pathetically unsympathetic, don’t I? And perhaps I am to some extent, but I HATE feeling this pressure and he sees as me not supporting him. I DO support him, but dangit if this thing isn’t becoming more and more trouble. If he had ridden the century during the Redbud, there would have been a ton of SAG support provided. This way, I will have to do it AND there won’t be the public awareness to be cautious of cyclists either, which adds to the danger factor.

Yes, yes… *sigh* I know there’s not much “awareness” of riders when we just head out for a spontaneous (or even a planned) ride, there’s no news crews out covering it or any giant crowds to let anyone know there’s a special event going on. But sheesh… this is A HUNDRED MILES!?!

Maybe it’s just the sheer monumental-ness of the task that is bothering me. If Hubby does this, he will be on Cloud 9. He’ll be so pleased with and proud of himself, as well he should be! And *I* will be proud of him too, if I survive, that is. Ha.

I know, I KNOW!! I’m so selfish. Fear of the unknown is gripping me. The pressure to be ready in time, of losing a whole day to prepare. The worry that he will make the injury worse or be hurting the whole time we’re gone, when he’s supposed to be concentrating on what’s going on.


Fine. Maybe I’m being selfish, but I DO support him in this. I admire how determined he is. I drove SAG for him back to our house a few days ago and just kind of sat in awe of how he pushes himself beyond what’s comfortable and maybe even safe sometimes. (which is the case here…the ER doctor told him he didn’t think he would be ready to do a century for this ride)

I just found out a lady who sort of heads up our cycling club is planning to drive SAG for the riders (there are several) who are going to do the century tomorrow so maybe he has changed his mind about thinking I’m unsupportive. And she had said she would do this a couple weeks ago so I’m not quite sure why he is insisting on me doing it for him. *SIGH*

Shutting up now. I have stuff to do! LOL!

No matter what he thinks of my support or lack of it, I will be cheering louder than anyone when he does this, no matter how much of it he completes.

Post-Redbud Ride ride 2015

1 Corinthians 9:26-27“So I do not run aimlessly; I do not box as one beating the air. But I discipline my body and keep it under control, lest after preaching to others I myself should be disqualified.”