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Sep. 12th, 2009 01:42 am1. Shawn gave me an early birthday present--a gently used Reload messenger bag! It's blue on the outside and orange on the inside, has a sturdy adjustable strap, and that cross-strap so it won't slide forward while I'm riding. It's huge! It's waterproof! Also, the previous owner put a cute patch on it over the logo. The Dickies bag I've been using for too long was just falling apart, and was never really all that suited for my uses, so I'm really pleased with the new bag. It'll be even better when I get a pad for the shoulder strap and am able to adjust the strap without fumbling around (I seriously just watched a video on their website on how to do just that).
2. My psych nurse is switching me to Vyvanse. I'm not remembering to take a second (or third) dose of short-acting Adderall every day, and Adderall XR doesn't have a patient assistance program anymore. Vyvanse is supposed to last 16 hours and does have a patient assistance program. It's a slightly different drug though. I haven't had a chance to get my prescription, maybe tomorrow or Sunday.
She said that at my next appointment we can work on my arachnophobia. By then, spider season will be mostly over, oh well. And in terms of my fear of descents, she said to go easy on myself and not push myself too hard.
3. On that note: went to the Gorge with Shawn after my appointment. To Ainsworth State Park on Wednesday, over the Bridge of the Gods and then to Beacon Rock State Park on Thursday, from Beacon Rock back to Portland today. Beautiful views, nice quiet camping, rode about 35 miles each day.
But the downhills, especially today....yeah. I made a facebook note about it, but I'll copy it here: ( yup. )
Talking to people, I've decided on a few things: First of all, I refuse to be pressured to go faster than I feel comfortable. If that means I have to pull off and rest a bunch of times to let my rims cool off, I'm going to do it. If that means people are waiting for me at the bottom of hills, too fucking bad. I'm just going to have to realize that I'm slow going downhill. I hope to get to where I was before Saturday, which is still slow, but I'm not the only one who rides their brakes down long descents. Going faster than I feel safe is not good, period.
Secondly, while I knew my bike needed better handlebars and short-reach brake levers, it's officially a priority. The fact that I can only reach one brake at a time and it's super-awkward doesn't help me at all, and makes me more likely to death-grip the damn things. I'm going to have my headset looked at (it felt shaky, which is scary). Also get the bottom bracket overhauled, but it needed it anyway. *lol*
Thirdly, I'm going to get one of those doofy mirrors that attaches to your helmet. I can't safely look over my shoulder while going downhill. I need to see what's coming up behind me and how close they plan to pass me. It's one thing to hear a truck behind you, it's another thing to realize it's a logging truck that isn't slowing down or moving over.
Last: I need to practice descending someplace where I feel fairly safe. Mt. Tabor is closed to cars on Wednesdays, so that seems just about perfect. I can ride up and down all the live-long day, or until my legs turn to jelly from climbing the damn thing.
And on that note, I think I should probably go to bed. Jesus. It's almost 2:30 am!! Gonna rub some more muscle stuff (that stinks in a good way) into my aching calves and crash.
2. My psych nurse is switching me to Vyvanse. I'm not remembering to take a second (or third) dose of short-acting Adderall every day, and Adderall XR doesn't have a patient assistance program anymore. Vyvanse is supposed to last 16 hours and does have a patient assistance program. It's a slightly different drug though. I haven't had a chance to get my prescription, maybe tomorrow or Sunday.
She said that at my next appointment we can work on my arachnophobia. By then, spider season will be mostly over, oh well. And in terms of my fear of descents, she said to go easy on myself and not push myself too hard.
3. On that note: went to the Gorge with Shawn after my appointment. To Ainsworth State Park on Wednesday, over the Bridge of the Gods and then to Beacon Rock State Park on Thursday, from Beacon Rock back to Portland today. Beautiful views, nice quiet camping, rode about 35 miles each day.
But the downhills, especially today....yeah. I made a facebook note about it, but I'll copy it here: ( yup. )
Talking to people, I've decided on a few things: First of all, I refuse to be pressured to go faster than I feel comfortable. If that means I have to pull off and rest a bunch of times to let my rims cool off, I'm going to do it. If that means people are waiting for me at the bottom of hills, too fucking bad. I'm just going to have to realize that I'm slow going downhill. I hope to get to where I was before Saturday, which is still slow, but I'm not the only one who rides their brakes down long descents. Going faster than I feel safe is not good, period.
Secondly, while I knew my bike needed better handlebars and short-reach brake levers, it's officially a priority. The fact that I can only reach one brake at a time and it's super-awkward doesn't help me at all, and makes me more likely to death-grip the damn things. I'm going to have my headset looked at (it felt shaky, which is scary). Also get the bottom bracket overhauled, but it needed it anyway. *lol*
Thirdly, I'm going to get one of those doofy mirrors that attaches to your helmet. I can't safely look over my shoulder while going downhill. I need to see what's coming up behind me and how close they plan to pass me. It's one thing to hear a truck behind you, it's another thing to realize it's a logging truck that isn't slowing down or moving over.
Last: I need to practice descending someplace where I feel fairly safe. Mt. Tabor is closed to cars on Wednesdays, so that seems just about perfect. I can ride up and down all the live-long day, or until my legs turn to jelly from climbing the damn thing.
And on that note, I think I should probably go to bed. Jesus. It's almost 2:30 am!! Gonna rub some more muscle stuff (that stinks in a good way) into my aching calves and crash.
