Pedal 4 Parkinson's 2010

Day 13 - Cont

2010-01-22T01:06:00.000-08:00

Dinner with family

I must say I am definitely feeling a lot more awake and coherent than I was when I sat down to the computer last night and I want to thank you all for you patience. I am not one to take pain killers unless I am out of options and when I do they have a crazy effect on my body and mind (I have had some crazy dreams the last few nights).

Seeing dad! Yay!

As I said yesterday, we made it! Not only did we make it the whole day went so smoothly. Boys were up in a flash packing up camp, by the time I had gotten up and worked my way to the showers to wash and change everything was clear and breakfast was up. In order to ensure that we met Kary, Ingrid and Brendan (Parkinson's Victoria Cyclists) by the arranged time the boys were out of camp by 530am. Unfortunately due to logistics and timings I was unable to meet them along the way and as such can not give a personal account of the ride. The boys have said it was a really nice ride in regards to conditions, atmosphere as well as having other riders on the road. One thing they seemed to really like was the fact that there was a clear cycling culture and good vibe, especially with respects to the behavior of drivers, none of them were keen on trams in the slightest I am very envious as from last year I remember this last leg to be one of the nicest.

My drive in was no where near as smooth or enjoyable. Both the GPS charges had not been working properly since we started out and while this really did not cause an issue on the way down it caused absolute grief coming in to Melbourne. It seemed every time I came to a complex intersection or needed to make a few close turns the GPS would die resulting in the trip taking twice as long. This got even worse in the CBD when I was required to perfect the art of the hook turn... not fun with my ribs at all.

Gluten Free pie, yum.

Once parked I met two of my friends, Nick and Katie, in Federation Square who were hind enough to grab my bags off me so I could run to the meeting stop. When running it soon became clear the place I had agreed to meet was not just 1km out originally thought but closer to 4km, I still managed to get there with 2 minutes to spare. After a a quick briefing and introductions with the Parkinson's Victoria cyclists and the boys we started to head in. On the run it I managed to phone my dad and keep him posted as well as inform those at Federation Square we were on our way.

On arrival I didn't know how to react, I was definitely filled with mixed emotions as a result of the emotional and physical roller-coaster ride the trip presented but over all I was so very excited to see so many smiley faces as we approached. After a brief photo shoot, greetings and the compulsory signing of the beautifully stitched jersey we all headed to a near by cafe for breakfast.

I consider myself very lucky to be greeted by so many enthusiastic and supporting people but I was particularly lucky to meet an inspirational individual I have admired for the last few years. Nerissa Mapes is 32 and has been diagnosed with Parkinson's, since I began organising these rides I have heard nothing but praise for this fabulous woman and rightly so. Between her genuine character, driven mindset and pure determination the world is definitely lucky that she has chosen to use her powers for good. Nerissa is the founder of Prospectives on Parkinson's (POP) and I would encourage everyone to take the time to read her story. I am definitely looking forward to meeting with Nerissa again soon, who knows I may have even got my wish of having a girl to share next years journey with (may be easier to keep the boys in line...perhaps they may need to keep us in line).

As I mentioned yesterday we ended up heading back to Canberra which was actually quite a nice drive. Upon arriving we mat up with my family at the local Chinese restaurant, eating our fill and catching up over the past few weeks. This was the first time I had got to see my dad for the entire ride so I was quite excited however I'm not sure this showed through to well given my exhaustion.

Follow up lunch with Dennis and Irene in Canberra

Looking at Dennis's pictures

Today we drove back to Sydney and I think we will all be avoiding long car trips the next few days. It is definitely nice to be home.

Thank you once again to everyone who supported us in any way, it would not have been the same without you. Planning for next years ride begins in a few months (it does take a bit) so if you are interested in helping, joining or even just finding out more please contact me via email (smcd6737@uni.sydney.edu.au) or phone (0432 713 298). While it may seem early to express interest with respects to planning it really isn't so please let me know.

Thank you all once again, please do keep in contact.

x

Day 13 - Check in (To be Finished)

2010-01-21T05:16:00.000-08:00

All back together, even if I did have to get up 3hrs later it was worth every stitch

We made it to Melbourne! More or less in one piece. We also have made it back to Canberra, hence the late post.

I do however have to apologise and say that I will put up the full post of todays events upon returning to Sydney tomorrow (or prior if I can) as I took my pain killers prior to sitting down to this without thinking how they may cause issues. May also be best I get some sleep before driving again as while Bairnsdale Hospital was the best hospital experience I have ever had I would personally like to arrive home in the same (well preferably better) state that I am in now, without hospital aid.

Running in, with the speedy cyclists hot on my trail

Welcoming party, full of smiles and cheers

Nerissa and me finally meet (this woman is amazing -more details to come)

As such I just wanted to post a quick not telling you all we are all well, and we have had a fantastic day which I will document tomorrow, slightly more rested and slightly less drugged.

2010-01-20T02:59:00.001-08:00

The boys still grinning 60km in

Today was one very bizarre experience and a lot of people must have thought I was a total fruit cake when getting directions and trying to explain that I had only ever cycled the route. It began as usual with my alarm blaring at 4am, this was followed promptly by a few loud screams in agony as I attempted to pack up my stuff. It would appear that stuffing a sleeping bag with a bad rib is the most efficient alarm to get boys up and out of bed in a flash. I would recommend blood curdling screams to mothers and girlfriends everywhere as unlike the anger produced from cold water or other such wakeup methods this method can produce in a sense of relief once the boys discover you are still alive, I would warn that this is not one which can be used successfully on a regular basis.

Once all packed up Jimmy, Sri and I sat down to breakfast and sorted our plan of attack for the day ahead, then it was shower time. Showers were oh so much easier in the comfort of Bairnsdale Hospital as was dressing with the instructions of the brilliant Carrie. I found myself unable to gain enough room in the shower cubical to get dressed in the uncoordinated fashion required so took up the main thoroughfare of the female bathrooms to hop around and get myself as respectable as possible. There were two things which I found particularly amusing, firstly the fact I was talking out loud to myself instructing whether I should be putting my good or bad side in first and secondly that men all over the glob spend their lives perfecting the one-handed bar removal and I had 24 hours to perfect one-handed bra dressing (no man is ever aloud to complain in my presence again).

Sri's found asnack better than any GU

Once dressed and ready I saw the boys off and began my role as support driver. A bit of back ground here for those who don't know but Sri was initially meant to support by cycling this ride rather than driving and when no one was able to be support driver he kindly gave up cycling to fill in. As a result Sri, being much more a mountain biker, had never done training fitting to the ride. In fact the longest ride he had been on was one with me earlier in the year which was followed by weeks of cursing. Given todays leg would end up an excess of 130km (double the ride I had taken Sri on) I was both nervous and so very appreciative when he offered to keep Jimmy company on the ride.

Not only did the boys kill the ride, they didn't get lost once, made perfect time, pulled up fantastically and sustained zero “P Words”. As for myself in the car, I spent the day taking wrong turns, holding in loose GPS charging connections, juggling my computer, diary, phone and itinerary (while stationary) all in an aim to support the boys while drumming up as much media support as possible. I'm not convinced my day was nearly as successful as the boys, with incidents such as my brand new helmet being run over by a 4WD occurring (the lovely gentleman was very apologetic and seemed to have just as big a day).

From left: New helmet #2 (all ok to date), old helmet (crushed with head), new helmet #2 (crushed by 4WD)

The day did end on a high with Warwick returning for the final leg and an old cycling friend, Mark, paying us a visit. We have just all returned from a massive meal on the water followed way to much dessert and the boys are totting of to bed. Myself on the other hand have a jersey to fix.

Warwick working out the best wy to start on the Pizza

Jimmy enjoying a good feeding

Looking forward to seeing you all out there tomorrow (Even those who I will be meeting for the first time).

One more sleep.
x

Day11- Sucking it up

2010-01-18T23:40:00.000-08:00

I think I can, I think I can, I know I can... Golden Books taught me well

Saying it has been a long day is an understatement. Since my last post I have has a magnitude of highs and lows the first being my visit to the physiotherapist, Kim. As much as he was reluctant Kim kindly took me to the exercise bike in the rehabilitation section of the hospital so we could see how I would go, gage how much pain and just general logistics surrounding getting back on my bike. This was definitely a high. I managed it all so well, pain was minimal and smile was as big as ever.

Carrie, me and little Carrie saying goodbye

As I had already been given the all clear from the doctor and now with the aid of excessive strapping tape, a list of painkillers and required dosage times we were ready to roll. Carrie (only the most fantastic nurse in the world) and the boys had convinced me to give my shoulder a rest for today and drive to Moe then look at riding starting tomorrow. So after saying our farewells the boys and I set off around Bairnsdale to work our way through the todo list prior to heading to Moe. The to-do list consisted of:

Fix Bike
Fix Jersey
New Helmet
New Arm Warmers
Get lunch from the awesome chocolate cafe (Crave)

Tasks 1, 3 and 4 were simple as we were directed to Riviera Cycles by the Pharmacist who sorted all 3 in the time it took us to complete task 5. Task 2 on the other hand was not as simple as first thought. Due to landing on my head this had to be chopped off, and while Dave and David did their utmost to cut along the seams when removing it the seamstress took one look, laughed and told me to throw it out. As a result I went with plan B, went next door, bought cotton and a singlet top and will fix it myself after dinner tonight.

Letter writen with my right hand thanking Dave and David for such a fantastic job scrapping me off the road

After all tasks were complete we decided we better begin the journey towards Moe. It was around half way I realised how much the hospital pain relief had helped, actually becoming physically ill from pain is not fun at all. Keeping to myself I sucked it up and took the prescribed painkillers in hope all will calm down soon.

Learning what goes on in the car scares me a just little (that haad been sitting in te heat all day!)

Upon arriving to Moe the boys began to set up camp while I did what I had been dreading all night, face the bike. All I can say is if there was ever a moment of truth it was then. Getting the bike down was not a problem, getting on the bike was slow but fine, similarly with positioning on the handlebars. Pain from applying pressure and distributing weight, there wasa lot of teeth clenching but I could stomach it. However no matter how hard I tried I could not physically get my left leg to pedal into position without my whole body giving way. We tried the lot, redistribution, repositioning and even rearranging seat heights, no matter what we did that motion killed me each time.

Boys setting up camp yet again

Gearing up to give it a go

As much as I am putting on a brave face with the boys to be honest I am gutted, I am fairly certain they will not see this until after Thursday so I will be honest here. Good news is the show must go on and while I wont be able to do tomorrow I have no doubt I'll try for Thursday and at any rate I will be in the car to each stop meeting the support groups along the way. As for Melbourne we will no matter what be there on time, Federation Square Thursday between 8:40 and 9:20, even if I cant the boys will cycle and I will at very least run my bike in. I think the think I need to come to terms with is that while making the cycle is a big thing for me and I am torn that I cant do the whole thing, the whole point of the cycle was o raise public awareness surrounding Parkinson's Disease and funds towards Parkinson's Australia, and we have successfully done both.

It's what you achieve not how you get there (Myself and Winey at 2009 Parkinson's Awareness Week)

I will keep you all up dated as to how things go the next few days and once again thank you all for your kind support.

Day 11 (Morning) – Finding the best way to manage lost time

2010-01-18T12:07:00.000-08:00

The boys have yet again taken amazing care of me

Even in the comfortable surrounds of the Bairnsdale hospital and the doping effects of way way way to much pain medication my body still some how will not allow me to sleep past the sunrise. Being a touch disorientated when I awoke and in dire need of a pee I went to shoot up and off to the loo only to be brought crashing back down with a sight reminder that my top left rib is fractured and I was attached to a large number of cords. I was a little more careful, and awake when I tried this again.

I would like to apologies for my briefness in posting last night as I was really not well, I think a combination of pain killers, anti-inflammatory medication and perhaps a touch of pain got the better of me. Good news is I am feeling a million times better now,even if this is due to having a very understanding doctor and nurses who are doing everything they can to (safely) get me back out pedaling asap. As a result I have been given the all clear to leave today as other than drug me up and spoil me there is not much more that they can do. Apparently cycling will be doable on the grounds I feel I can put up with the pain and of course safely control the bike.

Doctor speek always ties my head in a knot.. (define: ?#(L)1st)

So I have called the boys, sweet talked the hospital staff for double breakfast and am about to get out the maps and itinerary and sort how we are best to approach this as I will with out a doubt be going very slow.

Thank you all for the well wishes, every bit of encouragement has and will help me get back on my bike.

x

Day 10- Ouch

2010-01-18T02:35:00.000-08:00

In the best care

Will need to be brief as typing hurts a touch.

As some of you know I came off my bike today and appear to have fractured a rib. Currently in Bairnsdale Hospital and being well looked after.

Turning up

Shoulder, laneded here and head

What a slide

Boys have found a place to stay an were well fed by Bev and Ian from the Bairnsdale support group.

Bev, Ian and Jimmy waiting for all clear

Promise more details and up dates when I feel a bit less sore. Will have phone on.

Day 9 – Totaled by a tent

2010-01-17T01:08:00.000-08:00

Boys at dinner last night enjoying the peace without Sarah

I tried to sleep in, I really did, phone was switched off temperatures were right and I had no real pressing matters to tend to. Even with such perfect conditions as soon as 530am ticked over it was almost like someone had injected a double espresso straight into my blood steam. I spent the next half hour willing myself to sleep knowing that it may be my last decent sleep for a week, but the bribes of a longer beach run only made me want to get up faster. So up I got, by the time I had located my running gear (which the boys had threatened to confiscate), drink bottles and reached blindly into Sri's tent to find the keys the boys had stirred. All in all waking them up did work in my favor as while I went for my run they went out to buy ingredients for the most ultimate feast (only to be beaten by lunch).

Our breakfast - in the words of Jimmy "Fuel the machine"

I'm getting good at pancakes (confused at this salute theme the boys have)

Boys cooking up a storm

The run was fantastic, I was however grateful that I was tackling the headwinds on foot rather than bike and am really hoping they die down a little before tomorrows ride. Breakfast was amazing, we cooked up pancakes, eggs, mushrooms, zucchini and tomato and ate so very much. It is becoming clear to me if there is one thing these boys know how to do it is cook a lot of food, they follow up with the eating part quite well too (I still win there).

After breakfast it was chore time, the choices were:

1) Clean up after breakfast
2) Do the clothes washing

Due to the fact that even the idea of a bra bag confused the day lights out of the boys I decided it may be in my best interests to take on chore number two.... next time I think I'll sacrifice the bras. It wasn't too bad and to be honest my stuff smelt just as much but I was confused that between two boys over the course of a week only one pair of socks was needing a wash. I spent the next few hours waiting for the loads to wash and dry while catching upon emails and sorting admin for the next few days of riding, the boys cleaned up within half an hour and spent the next few hours playing Street Fighter and Terminator Pinball (Sri apparently won).

The washing bag

After the washing was done and neatly folded might I add (even if it was out of habit they still didn't notice) we decided it was time to seek out lunch. After suggesting to the boys we buy some prawns, oysters and salad ingredients to eat on the water and being “poo-pooed” on the grounds they would rather have someone else do all the work we spent the next 2 hours walking around Lakes failing to find anything they wanted. It as around this time the boys came up with a great idea, something along the lines of “Hey let's get some prawns, oysters and salad ingredients to eat on the water”, hmmmmm.

Lunch was even more massive than breakfast, to the point leftovers have been factored into tonights dinner. Sri also used this time to be introduced to oysters, which he didn't like one bit. Half way through enjoying the food and sun the clouds moved in and the rain began forcing us to vacate.

Sri just got us all the picture in before we dived in to lunch

Sand sculpture along the water (I found the turtle - the boys couldn't)

In the afternoon I left the boys to look at camping stores and I wandered the coffee shops and stores while I waited. Sitting down to coffee I had a massive Sarah moment while on the phone to my mother and spilled the entire large hot very needed latte everywhere before even as much as smelling it.

Always wanted to be able to flip, perhaps not exactly like this

Back at camp we decided we better get organised before any more rain settled in and put out the tarps to unpack, reorganise and repack the car. We are well and truly getting good at this however in our extreme moments of flawless efficiency I somehow managed to not register that Sri's tent was where it has been the last 24 hours and totaled myself in the most hilarious fashion.

The boys are getting a new high score in car tetris

Currently we are sitting in the caravan park kitchen area and the boys are mastering Mexican while playing Guess Who and dodging little kids as they dart past. One thing I am liking is while they are busy they have less time to plot or play their little games, the most recent one being “who can make the OC side of Sarah crack first”.

Better help them with dinner. Tomorrow Jimmy and I head for Sale.
x

Can you tell that I've been cycling?

Look at that muscle! Wow Jimmy

Day 8 - DST-1K Bug

2010-01-16T01:15:00.001-08:00

Gathering around camp

I've decided that while my perception on temperature has been really out of whack for the past few days there are many different ways I am coming to learn to aid me in gaging it's severity. Clearly you have your standards like the time it takes your iced drink bottle to be hotter than your morning coffee, or even second degree burns on the soles of your feet and lower legs as a result of the heat radiating from the tar. Today I discovered a new indicator which would work for all extremities, it was deemed a hot day today when 100km in we opened the “Aussie Bum Cream” to find it quite literally boiling. Ouch!

This morning started quite comically with Warwick, Jimmy and I waking to a frantic Sri yelling across camp “Come on guys, you up?” after trying to reason with Sri that is was in fact 3:30am and not the prearranged 4:00am it became clear he was delusional and would not believe us, so we all ignored him and stayed in bed blocking out his curses. Once up and fed we all chipped in to pack up camp before Jimmy and I rode off and Sri drove Warwick to Lakes Entrance to get back to Melbourne.

Good to know I'm the boss

Jimmy posing to be the hotdog man

Jimmy and I had a fun morning cycling, stopping at Cann River to post yesterdays blog and then cycling pretty much straight on the Cabbage Tree Creek. We were all really looking forward to this stop as some weeks ago I received a call from a lady by the name of Kathy who had read my itinerary and could not understand why we had our rest scheduled at the truck stop past Cabbage Tree Creek rather than in town. To be honest neither could I so the stop was re scheduled to be at the General Store / Cafe. As Jimmy and I had aced the morning legs we arrived not only before Sri but also an hour early. After introducing ourselves to the owners Jo and Pete we sat down to a coffee while we waited for Sri before ordering much needed meals. While we didn't get to spend nearly enough time in Cabbage Tree Creek I am really keen to give myself more time to explore it when I next pass through, between the great coffee, tasty food and fantastic company of Jo, Kathy and Peter I have no doubts we will not only be back soon but also be moving our rest stop there permanently.

Outside the general store at Cabbage Tree Creek

Next on the route was Newmerella, a little place just outside of Orbost. Here we were greeted with the smiles and kind offerings of cold drinks, watermelon and biscuits from Sarah, Ted, Joe and Reuben all from the Orbost support group. After sitting down to a nice lunch and chat with the group we all decided we would recruit Reuben as or support in training for this and many future rides. This amazing 4 year old put a smile on all our faces and was very good at ensuring we all had enough biscuits and water, he even helped Sri fill up all our bottles.

Orbost Support Group

Reuben and his masterpiece

Sri got Reuben in training early

In other news we passed the 1000km mark today, which Jimmy and I counted down as we approached the exit to Orbost. When the odometer hit 999.99km we were ready to cheer only to find that it simply ticked back over to zero... so much for the picture with the odometer reading at the end. This has been named the DST-1k Bug and I am far from happy as there is no reason as to why it can't count past 1000km given it's total measured distance is already well into the thousands.

5.86km..... try 1005.86km.... grumble grumble

We are currently in Lakes Entrance and the boys are waiting for me in the restaurant as my computer decided to break mid post before dinner so I am left to rewrite it. There are a number of plans being thrown around with respects to what we will do tomorrow but at this stage I will be more than content if it doesn't storm and I get my beach run. Guess I'll keep you posted.

PS: Lakes Entrance Support Group: I tried to call a few times and couldn't get on to any one, we waited at the park but couldn't find anyone to meet us. In Lakes all day tomorrow so please feel free to call.

Day 7 – The pain of old injuries

2010-01-15T12:20:00.000-08:00

(Posted in morning from Cann River)

Leaving Bega, sunrising over the valley

I am wondering if it just has something to do with this leg of the ride but given last year my knee flamed up (originally injured by a mishap with a bus) and this year my back (put out many years ago from a horse riding incident) I am left wondering what it could possibly end up being next year.

Unfortunately my back pain was not fun and games in the slightest and the boys got whiff of this very early on in the picture. To them it must have been clear that something was up when I was reluctant to hold conversation while riding and provided short single word answers when posed with questions (usually followed with a growl and teeth clenched). This was the case from the word go and I surprised myself when it only took 25km to give in to the wise voices in my head, which sounded scarily like my boyfriend and sister, and pulled over to reluctantly take some pain killers (ATT: Chris & Mandi – I'm learning... even if it was only because I was sure you would both hunt me down if I didn't).

Just some pretty blooms, made my day

The boys were fantastic the rest of the ride, Warwick and Jimmy listened to the earlier warning signs and sat behind leaving me be the whole way while Sri stopped regularly to ensure all was well, pass water and encourage us along as we got close.

I have to say the ride it's self was not hard, however this could have been due to my methods of dealing with pain. In order to distract my mind I pretty much put my head down and go, focusing on making each pedal stroke harder and faster. While this method works wonders unfortunately as soon as you stop or slow down the pain is back so logically you would want to keep going which is fine for me as it was causing me less pain to push harder, I do however feel a bit guilty for the boys. On the up side it was a very fun ride particularly entering towns 20km+ above the speed limit... whoops.

At the NSW-VIC boarder

As a result of the adopted “head-down pain relief” we arrived in Eden 1.5 hours ahead of schedule after leaving 10 min late and enjoying a toilet stop. This timing fitted perfectly with the arranged live catch up with ABC radio presenter Ian Campbell. Some of you may remember Ian from last year when he cycled a leg of the ride with me (Eden to Scrubby Creek). Unfortunately due to timing Ian was unable to join the ride this year however he has been an incredible help in raising the profile of the ride and most importantly awareness surrounding Parkinson's Disease.

I was in my PJ's as soon as we pulled in and enjoyed a little sun before writing todays blog

Currently we are camped in Alfred National Park and as you may have noted from the fact that the blog has been posted late we have no signal at all. Our campsite is literally an over sized pull in bay next to the Highway and we have been tooted by many a passing car (Hopefully as a result of listening to Ian this morning). The plan tonight is to eat asap, pack and crash then pack up camp and get out assoon as we can in the morning. Warwick will be heading back to Melbourne tomorrow to get a few days of work out of the way but will be back on the 2nd last day.

Jimmy is one of the most resourceful guys I know, besides we haven't needed the frypan to cook yet

I have just been called for dinner so should really sum up. Having the boys take what I was going through today in their stride, still be concerned as to how I was doing, offer massages and currently be cooking dinner and setting up camp really meant a lot. I don't know how it would ever be possible for me to thank them but I will sure try.
x

Day 6 – Past the half way mark

2010-01-14T02:46:00.000-08:00

Well we have well and truly made it past the half way mark! Todays ride was from Batemans Bay to Bega and according to the itinerary (aka the direct route) we should have traveled 724km and according to my odometer we have now reached 757km, this includes cycling to interviews, campsites and “Sarah's special tours”. Given that we have achieved this in the hardest terrain we will come across in 5 days of cycling and we still have 6 days to go I think all we really need to do now is to sit back and roll with the hills all the way to Melbourne (perhaps a little peddling, just to get the blood flowing).

One thing that did come to my attention today was how much fitter I am this year in comparison to last years ride. While I was fit enough to do the ride last year I remember being tired, drained and with a very sore back side. This year however my tiredness has only come from getting 3 hours or less sleep, the only pain I've felt has been from cold showers with only a tea towel to dry with and well my backside is in fine form... my knicks on the other hand are another story.

My poor knicks

The cycle today was great fun and Jimmy and I are pretty chuffed at how well we blitzed it. I have two real weaknesses when riding, hills and sprinting, and for some reason unbeknown to me I had decided to use today to set myself the challenge of sprinting to the top of every uphill and ensure I kept spinning on every down. Now doing this for 146km is an interesting challenge in itself however for those who know the road we traveled today you will understand that while there are no major mountains the road is a series of ups and downs, making the fact that today was the day I set this challenge even more crazy. Mind you I stuck to it and while my sprint speed is well below the average I ensured I worked. To be honest I was amazed at how well I managed it, while there were a few hotter hills after lunch that were of a much slower pace my legs probably deserved the pace (my stomach sure needed the extra blood to digest the masses I was eating).

Lunch at Tilba

I may not be good at hill climbing but tree climbing I can do!

Along the road today we were overwhelmed with masses of support with Margret and Bill from Eurobodella Support group meeting us out near or Lake Brou, then masses of Bega Support group meeting us at both Quaama and our final destination of Bega Lookout.

Welcome party at Bega Lookout

Tonight we have spent a marvelous evening in the company and kind hospitality of a very amazing man Bob McDonald. I have heard many a story about this man since I started the first ride in 2009 and was even mistaken by many to be his daughter so it was an absolute delight to finally meet him in person and I must say not even the wonderful stories and kind words everyone has to say about Bob could do the man justice. We had the most fantastic dinner of Bob's chicken risotto and Sue's Curry with more salad than even I could consume and sat around talking and sharing stories and experiences.

So very spoilt

Catching up while blogging and cooking

It only just clicked tonight that Sri, Jimmy and Warwick came on this ride with no prior background or knowledge of Parkinson's, but instead just to simply support me as a friend. These boys are now developing a good understanding and empathy towards the disease and those affected after only 6 days out on the road. I guess seeing this really brings me hope that increasing public awareness and social understanding of the condition is well and truly in reach.

Well I am looking forward to a goodnight sleep tonight and as such must say goodnight. We are heading to Alfred National Park tomorrow and I am unsure if we will have signal but I will see what I can do.

Day 5 – Never ever say the 'R' or 'P' words

2010-01-13T02:56:00.000-08:00

Well it's been a long few days and after 3 hours sleep last night and jam packed day today I am definitely ready for bed, yet here I am sitting in my pjs on the concrete back at Camp Long Beach so I don't wake Jimmy and Warwick with my clumpy typing. Sri is still up packing the car and occasionally poking me to ensure I finish this post. As a result I am so sorry if I seem to skim or miss things in todays post but my eyelids are hardly able to stay open and given the next 3 days are near 150km blocks each more than 3hrs sleep may be an idea.

Sarah and Sarah

Today began with a very welcoming site at Parliament House (other than the hot egg rolls my mum had kindly prepared), a gentleman by the name of Dennis Smith who was apart of the Canberra Parkinson's support group had come to wish us well. Not only this but this early morning adventure had inspired him to write a poem, see as follows:

Pedalling for Parkinson’s

Told Sarah McDonald that I’d see if I could get inspired and write a poem fo rher. She is riding a push bike from Sydney to Melbourne to raise funds for Parkinson’s .research.

What am I doing up at this ridiculous hour?

My eyes are tired and my mouth tastes sour

My legs won’t move and my brain does ache

It’s much too early for normal people to be awake

It is 5:00am and the sun’s still lying in bed

And that’s where I should be but I’m here instead

Although it is early I am not alone

There are others around I can hear them moan

It’s Sarah McDonald and her crazy support crew

One to drive the car and then bikers there’s two

Riding from Sydney to Melbourne, yes they are

It would be much bloody easier travelling by car

But they are fundraising for Parkinson’s Disease

So donate money and support them please

From Sydney to Canberra via Bateman’s Bay

Back to Bateman’s Bay they are riding today

They will then carry on down along the coast

They’ll make it easy I heard them boast

Sarah started the ride with ten other bikers

And all but two have turned out to be pikers

This is Warwick and Mickey’s longest ride

They are looking good but feeling real tired

We think that they had a failure in their brain

That has caused them both to become insane

Their support man is the organized Sri

He is the only sane one you will see

He doesn’t ride but drives the support car

And is often found waiting for them at a bar

This is Sarah’s second fundraising ride

And her enthusiasm she just cannot hide

“Ten minutes to the start of another day’s fun”

She tells the others as they wait for the sun

They are on their bikes then on their way

A couple of hundred kilometers to ride today

I wave goodbye and watch them disappear

Their fundraising efforts deserve a big cheer

Dennis and the boys enjoying the beautiful morning

Once on the road we were blessed with yet another puncture (Warwick – 3, Jimmy – 5) and managed to capture some of the stop on camera. (filmed a bit too but doesn't want to upload at this moment)

The slice of puncture number 8 (5th for Jimmy)

Busted using the pink pump!

The main part of todays ride had to be going down the Clyde, lucky for us the boys had toyed with fate the night before mentioning the 'R' word a few times. As a result the trip own the Clyde was a little more wet, had a lot lower visibility and higher stress levels than originally intended. But we made it all in one piece and were greeted yet again by Clare from the Eurobodella Support group.

At rest without a knife the boys hadn't used on their Gluten filled food... fun

It fit, both in mouth and tum

Upon arriving to Batemans Bay our first task was to get clean for dinner with the Eurobodella Support group. This was made particularly interesting given both Jimmy and I had left our towels in Canberra. Our solution? Jimmy used his spare sheet and I took up a clean tea towel (not as absorbent as I had hoped... After finally getting clean and dry we headed off to dinner and dare I say it were spoiled rotten. I even got my very own plate of gluten free eggs sandwiches. It was a lot of fun and a great experience for myself and the boys to meet with this fantastic group and I really can not thank them enough for their hospitality and friendship.

At Clare and Davids after dinner with the support group (Tummy filled with the yummiest food)

I guess that brings us here, to the concrete. I am sure I am missing lots and will endeavor to be slightly more alert for future posts. Hope you are all well, touch of home sickness kicked in today not that I want to go home but instead those who are home should be here cycling with me!

PS: Warwick is starting to stress a little about Sri's driving

Sri is driving poor Warwick mad

I think the look says all

Day 4 – Redefinition of Rest Day

2010-01-12T01:32:00.000-08:00

What a truly perfect day!

Between being pampered with a massive 1.5 hour sleep in, a run along my favorite route, unbeatable sunrise along said route and an interview with WIN News (which we had to cycle to) I'm not sure today could get better (actually mum is cooking fish tonight so it already has).

As you may already be aware today was our rest day, as I am not one to sleep in I decided to leave the boys to it and relax in the way I know best. One of the things I think I miss most about Canberra is the accessibility to bushland and as a result took advantage and revisited one of my old running tracks. Even with the most amazing sunrise and views,and even though I felt on top of the world I would like to make clear to all concerned parties that I did not do my full run and kept to a sensible pace given it was a rest day (I can not tell you how much it pained me to turn around).

The Pancake stack, I had 3 frypans going

Upon returning I cooled off with a quick swim with my puppy (who lives in Canberra with my family) before cooking breakfast for the boys. I did try ever so hard to cook quietly as I wanted them to sleep as long as they could but my standard pan clanging and bench banging woke Warwick which in turn lead to chatter and laughter between us followed by the others emerging. While slightly disgruntled at being stirred all was forgiven when handed a fresh cup of coffee and a banquet of pancakes, eggs, and grilled veg. Breakfast was also accompanied by a fantastic article by The Canberra Times (Pg 12).

Little Sarah and I having a girly chat prior to cycling today

After breakfast we began to plan our day of relaxation when I received a phone call informing us that we had an interview with WIN News and we were to cycle back in to Parliament House by 11:30am. I can honestly say I have never seen the boys move so fast in the morning, plates and food were cleaned away, bikes out and ready, nicks on and we were off. The interview went really well as did the cycle in and hopefully I will obtain a copy to post so those out of area can enjoy (especially the part were Warwick obtains yet another puncture during the interview).

Circling Parliament House while waiting to meet WIN News

Jimmy, Warwick and Norman (CEO of Parkinson's Australia) prior to meeting with WIN

Once we recovered from the buzz we called to the bike store for more inner-tubes it was deemed that the puncture war between Warwick and Jimmy wasn't over yet (Warwick – 3, Jimmy - 3). While there the sparkle and general pinkness of a group of bikes caught our eyes (ok my eyes) and much to the staffs entertainment we had to give them a go (well the boys may have been threatened at knife point). Next stop was lunch at a local cafe who make the yummiest gluten free pizzas and searching for a cheap bluetooth head set enabling me to safely answer media calls (alas $120 was a bit much).

Go Team! I think it gives as all the VaVroom we need

Ok so they had to pry me off and pull me out of the store before I bought the bike (for little Sarah of course)

In the afternoon we each went our own ways; Jimmy to Avitar, Warwick to show Sri the art of road cycling and myself to visit my old bosses and friends. Currently we are packing ready to hit the road again, and awaiting a splendid dinner prepared by mum.

On a more serious note I received a very thoughtful call today from one of the support groups we are meeting in a few days giving a warning and update on bush fires. If any of you are on our route or just if you hear of anything happening please text or call it into me on 0432 713 298 even if it is happening prior to us coming to the area. I would rather be told the same information a million times than not find out at all and while we will be frequenting the on line maps, updates and info lines we can't do this 24/7 and I think it's best to be safer rather than sorry. So please contact me with any information.

Well I have left the boys hard at work packing and really need to give a helping hand.

Sri hard at work packing the car

Warwick practicing for Puncture King Title

Day 3 – The sound of gearing down

2010-01-11T01:46:00.000-08:00

One thing that occurred to me this morning as we were cycling up the Clyde was that being a Monday there would be so many many people sitting in their offices sipping coffee and suffering serious Modayitice. Then there was us, up at 4am, lacking coffee due to stove issues and cycling up the Clyde. The thing that confused me the most about this is that that logically (at least to the social norm) what we were doing under the given conditions should have in fact been more painful than any intentional roast consuming cubical position, but we were loving it.

The boys are slowly warming to 4am starts... Perhaps a little slower than my hill pace

Our luck was up (excluding the coffee and a minor puncture issue... again) as for the entire of the Clyde we were blessed with cool cloudy conditions with the occasional mist. I wont go as far as saying the climb was an easy one however I will say it is no where near as bad as you all seem to think. To make things better it would appear the Federal Government was kind enough to redo a vast majority of the road and as a result the climb was fantastically smooth. These splendid cool conditions were soon replaced by blistering sun and exposed road as we headed towards Canberra.

Warwick and I couldn't get enough Sunscrean in the afternoon heat

Even given the mornings terrain and the extreme afternoon conditions we kept good time and made it into Canberra right on schedule. Here we were met by the Canberra Parkinsons' support group and CEO of Parkinsons' Australia: Norman, who had set up their cheer team righ of Parliament House. We would like to send a big thank you to all that came to see us and an apology for being maybe a little vague due to excitement, disbelief and possibly a little bit of exposure.

Canberra Support group at Parliment House (note my vague-ness)

What a pleasent supprise, should cycle to Canberra on a regular basis

We have all settled in for the night after enjoying a fine feast set out by my mother and are looking forward to a rest day tomorrow (and a run).

Jimmy developed a close bond with the brats pillow as soon as we arrived home

Until tomorrow.........

Day 2 - Inspirations, life lessons, flats & boys who can't take their chillie

2010-01-10T03:02:00.000-08:00

Berry rest stop prior to cycling out with Ian

Today I met one of the most inspirational people, Ian Parr from Berry. Ian was introduced to me by John from the Illawara North support group and cycled a leg from Berry to Nowra with myself and the boys. Sitting around the dinner table tonight and discussing our encounter with Ian a general consensus was reached that the man is a champion, setting the pace and keeping our spirits high with many a cycling story. We enjoyed our time so much with him we have extended a special invitation for him to join us on next years ride (what better way to celebrate his 80th year).

In other news we are keeping the stats consistent with the boys noticing 20km out of Mollymook that 2 of them had flats. As a result we pulled over to the side in an aim to avoid issue with Sunday traffic and fixed both bikes (Warwick and I won as Jimmy and Chris managed to puncture another tire in the process). This slight delay was backed up by my flawless navigational skills and decision to take the boys for a scenic tour through the slightly undulating back streets of Mollymook, I figured 4km of hill sprints was the best way to freshen up before lunch. In conducting this scenic tour I never considered how dangerous the roads could be, this was soon realised when we found ourselves under fire of a driveby water bomb attack (Alas their aim was not good enough which did disappoint us given the heat and hills we had experienced).

Finally made it to Mollymook

Another key event of the day was the learning of a very important life lesson, no matter how late you are you should never ever scoff lunch then start off again in one breath, especially if you determine how much you scoff by how much you have eaten in past lunches as they were spread over 1.5 hours rather than a couple of minutes. I definitely learned this the hard way, the result being dumping the bike and making for the bushes.

4 boys cooking for me, whaat more could a girl want?

Currently we are sitting down to a glorious meal of green curry prepared by the boys. While Sri and myself think it was perfect Chris, Jimmy and Warwick spent the meal sweating and sniffing the entire meal. I think we will be making 2 batches next time.

We are sharing a campground with the kangaroos, mozzies and leeches at Camp Long Beach tonight and are looking forward to a good night sleep in prep for the long day tomorrow.

Camp Long Beach (spent many a summer here)

Hope you are all well.
x

Day 1 - Sunshine, stowaways, good company and lots and lots of water

2010-01-09T00:51:00.000-08:00

Well we made it to sunny Kiama, one day under our belts.

2:30am Pancake cookup, the best way to start a ride

The day could not have begun any better being met by a large number of people at the Opera House, and at such an early hour. Be it friends, family, fellow cyclists and media. I could not believe the number of people who came to show their support and would like to extend a big thank you to every single one of them. It should also be mentioned that we were kitted up with our Parkinson's uniforms, many hugs and a little stowaway (also named Sarah) from the fantastic girls at Parkinson's NSW (classed as friends in the above thanks).

All the happy supporters who came to see us on our way

We left the crowd of supporters at 6am to head on to our first stop; Kareela. To my amazement, we had aquired 8 cyclists for this part of the ride.

Upon arriving at Kareela, we were greeted with the cheeryness and enthusiasm of the St George / Sutherland support group. I must say if they could bottle whatever it is that gives this group their morning zing I think coffee would be well and truly obsolete. After catching up on the year gone by and many a Kodak moment it was time to potter on to stop two, Helensburgh.

Shirt signing at stop 1, big thank you to the St George / Sutherland support group wo always make me smile

By this time the heat had began to pick up and once in Helensburg the boys had raided the town for elevenses (at 10am) and then went back for seconds. We also could not leave without a carriage photo, which much to the boys disgust they still conceited to my excitement and posed with the most enthusiastic expressions they could muster up. In leaving Helensburg our crew shrunk slightly with Chris S having to cycle home to prepare for his own perhaps slightly faster paced cycling adventure.

As much as they won't admit it they loved it!

The next leg involved tackling Bulli pass and after chewing through our break pads and giving our arms a good workout, we arrived at our third stop; Corrimal. Here just as last year we were met by John from Illawara North. The heat had really began to pick up and all cyclists were busy hydrating for the next stretches, which was lunch at Haywards Bay followed by our final destination for the day, Kiama. On these last two legs Jimmy encountered 2 punctures (Go Jimmy!), a few members were experiencing the effects of being cooked by the road on such a hot day.

Resting up in the shade of Corrimal police station

Words can not express how relieved we all were when we reached Kiama, whether it was just the thought of getting off the hot road and perhaps a cold drink we were grateful. Luckly my Aunty Pat had spent her day cooking up a storm to feed the five of us lodging with her tonight.

Here at last, at Kiama Lighthouse

All in all today was a splendid day, even with the heat and the hiccups as the ride would not be the same without them. I cannot tell you how happy I am to be back on the road, to be honest I feel almost at home.

Sarah the stowaway has made herself at home on my bike

Looking forward to tomorrows 160km into Batemans Bay!

NOTE: See our news article with ABC here and buy tomorrows (20/01/10) Sun Herald as we are some where in it! Yay!

Crunch Time

2010-01-08T05:02:00.000-08:00

Well finally the time is here, it is just on 12am and we are still packing for our epic adventure which begins... well today.

From left: Sri, Jimmy, myself and Warwik experienced a slight squeeze to fit in with all the stuff to pack

As we need to be gone from Meadowbank in 4 hours I will make this post short and sweet. Myself, Jimmy, Warwick, Chris S and Sri have had a fantastic night packing, fixing and catching up. Currently the care is more or less packed, chicken is grilling, eggs are boiling and most importantly of all my bike has red tires (that's correct RED TIRES! Yay!!!). I would like to express my disgust at Warwick's nerve to bring his bike to the party also dressed in red tires, our bikes have ever sorted their differences and have taken to snuggling up close against my bedroom wall in an effort to conserve space in my shoebox of an apartment.

Bike snuggles!

We all are looking forward to seeing you in Sydney (9th Jan), Canberra(11th & 12th Jan), Melbourne (21st Jan) on the road (all dates between those stated). I will have my mobile on me the entire way and will be regularly updating the blog so keep posted and feel free to drop me a line.

Take care and sweet dreams.

xxx

My Pillars of Strength

2009-12-31T12:21:00.000-08:00

I found myself deep in though while cycling the other day and came to the conclusion that while I am certain you all can't hear enough about my training regime and typical "Sarah moments" there is actually a lot more to this ride.

As the "About Pedal4Parkinson's" section of the blog will inform you I started this ride as a way of doing something for a cause which I was sick of hearing that there was really nothing we could do. While a lot of my passion for this cause was driven by showing my father my love and determination to help him in any way I could I was also determined to in some way help anyone else who might even remotely relate to the highs and lows experienced by my family as a result of Parkinson's over the past few years.

When most people ask me about the ride they tend to focus on physical fitness, making comments like "I wish I was fit enough" or "you're a beast". In all honesty after last years ride and training up towards this years I have to say the physical fitness required is only a very small component in comparison to the emotional strength required in the lead up and duration of the ride. I am expecting some will scoff and make some snide remark that all you need to do is sit and pedal, why would that require emotional strength?

Even if it wasn't for such a cause sitting on your bike day in day out for a number of hours gives you a lot of thinking time. While there are minor distractions of traffic and various obstacles this time is more or less forced reflection time. Given we as a society are becoming so good at distracting ourselves from such time it can be quite a daunting thing to run with especially when there is no place to hide. Be it thinking about you meals the last few, your future direction in life or the ones you love these thoughts can get quite deep and intrusive on their own, adding in the physical exhaustion of training and emotional exhaustion of a cause so close to your heart and I think you will see where I am coming from with the emotional strength.

The fact is there is no way I could have conjured up anywhere near the emotional strength to do last years ride let alone consider riding again this year without such a strong and inspirational network of family and friends. While there are many people I would like to thank for their love and support (I like to think you know who you are and that I have thanked you endlessly) I wanted to share a few stories of some very strong individuals who's stories and support have really helped me hang in there when things get hard.

My Family
This consists of my Dad, Mum and my little sister Mandi. As cliched as it is to thank my family for their love and support I could not go with out doing so, and to be honest I wish there was more I could do to thank them.

Firstly my dad, as you are all aware he is the centre of this whole ride for me. Since I could remember my dad has always taken a cup half full prospective on life, the first quote or saying I ever remember being repeated to me being "Don't be a glum-bum, don't be sour. With every rain, there blooms a flower". I really feel my dads optimisuum and positive outlook on life has not only helped me through a vast number of things including the ride but I like to think that just a little has rubbed off on my character. In combination to this my father has to be the strongest and bravest person I have ever known not just for surviving in a household of three very driven, stubborn and feisty women. Since being diagnosed with Parkinson's it has been a rough ride for us all and while it has been hard and we all have our moments my dad has pushed through and if anything pulled us through with him.

Mum, Dad and me enjoying the finer things in life

Then there is my mother, the most driven, powerful and inspirational woman I know. Mum had definitely given me direction in life as well as the determination to not just succeed in my goals but to push the limits and always give my 200% effort, the saying "the sky is the limit" definitely does not heights reached by my mother near the justice she deserves. While we have had out differences and clashed I like to think that these happen as a result of being to alike in many respects and for that I could not be more grateful.

Finally there is my Mandi, my sister, my partner in crime and most importantly my best friend. If there is one line to sum up our relationship it would have to be "family by chance, friends by choice" and I honestly could not have chosen a better best friend. For those of you who don't know my sister we are generally speaking polar opposites, to give you a brief insight I have put together the following quick comparison:

It should however be noted that no matter how different we are across the board we still seem to know each other inside out. I can always count on Mandi to be there when I need it, be it my gross lack of fassion knowledge, my inability to shop, someone to skype cook with, stalk pretties around town or to hold me up when I need the support I know my sister is always there. I can only aspire to provide the same in return.

My Saint
When I first moved to Sydney to study everything was a little daunting, my fathers diagnosis was still fairly fresh and all I wanted was to be there to help, instead I was starting a degree in a different state. My first day of O-Week I encountered the most enthusiastic, passionate and inspirational young woman, Winey Suen. Going in top an engineering field words could not express how much I cherished meeting and being accepted by such a bubbly spirit. It was not until 6 months down the track that I realised Winey and I had a lot more in common when she announced she would be shaving her lovely long locks for Parkinson's to support her father. This was a massive turning point for me and I owe a lot to Winey as she changed my perspective on everything. I still remember standing there watching her hair falling to the floor and telling myself that's were I want to be, I aspired to be as strong, as forgiving and as generous as this beautiful woman and to thios day this aspiration keeps me going. I have no hesitation in saying that Winey is my Saint and with out a doubt my savior and I know I am not the only one she has touched.

Winey with her father (Picture from the Parkinson's NSW Newsletter)

My Allies
It is always reassuring to know that you are not fighting alone, as such I was ecstatic when David Greaves introduced himself on my blog. David is from the UK and has conducted a Pedal for Parkinson's there called End to End since before I'd even thought of such an idea. Suffering from Parkinson's himself David's story will truly inspire you and can be found at his website. In talking to David over the past few weeks we have been throwing around some crazy but fantastic ideas of perhaps involving me paying a visit to the UK mid 2011, of which I could not be more excited.

Another inspirational rider was also brought to my attention by Parkinson's Victoria, John Vaughan-Fowler recently completed his cycle Top2Botom, cycling Darwin to Melbourne in aid of Parkinsion's. I am trying to touch base with John to find out more about his adventures but given he just got in he is probably indulging in a well earned rest. You can read more about John's story on his website.

I must also say without the Parkinson's organisations and their support groups (Parkinson's Australia, Parkinson's NSW and Parkinsons VIC) this endeavor would have been near impossible. From sharing professional resources, assisting in planning and very kind words of support I can not thank them all enough. Since I have known them each one of them treats their job with passion and strives to achieve the best outcomes, provide unbeatable support and unconditional friendship for suffers and their families. All I can say is that it takes a very special kind of person to not just do the job but do it well and these guys are the best at what they do.

Finally a brief mention, as this post is already ridiculously long, to all my friends who have been there for me. Be it supporting me on the ride, giving me hugs, making me go out and train, rest and eat when I really don't want to or even just putting up with my moods as a result of this emotional roller-coaster you have all been there for me and I promise I am always there to return the favor.

Thank you all.
xxx

Rains, Drains and Minor Pains

2009-12-29T10:01:00.000-08:00

It would be an understatement to say that the last few days have been an interesting experience and quite eventful, even after the two days of puncture practice.

Monday began with the blaring of my alarm at X:XXam (censored as to not scare small children or men). While I can do early I decided that after last year getting use to shoveling food in at that time prior to riding might be an idea. I seem to have a fairly set patten upon bouncing out of bed and first step is radio, coffee on then sit down to SMH and BOM while I wait. This morning in particular a slight pitta-patter of rain could be heard and given the two prior days I thought nothing of it. Even when the news provided flash flood warnings in true Sarah style I went on my balcony and decided the rain was not going to make for a nice ride however it did not warrant loosing the kilometers. As a result after pushing some muesli and coffee in my mouth and updating my facebook status to sook about the rain I was off.

Dad use to magically know when I has been in the bath long enough by whether I had prune fingers. Do you think this applies for cycling in the rain?

Not long after I had gone out I discovered why they are called flash floods. 10km out the rains had picked up and I was finding myself cycling through large amounts of water developing intense rapids down the hills and accumulating in pools at the bottom. At this point I was as wet as I was going to be and had convinced myself that the knee deep water wading and rapid cycling would vanish as soon as it had come. Luckily this stubbornness only lasted until the rain picked up to a point where it actually hurt, disappointed but relieved that i would be able to dry off I headed home. On a lighter side for some strange reason when wringing out my clothes I measured much water I could get out of each item, results are as follows:

Wringing the water out after dripping all over my house

GVBR Jersy = 70ml
Knicks = 75ml
Hat and Gloves = 40ml
Bra, Undies, Socks = 55ml

Tuesday started much the same but a lot less wet, in fact I even got slightly too much sun. I have however decided I need to be a little more careful checking my gear after loosing one of the screws holing my left clip on down a drain in true Sarah fashion. While that happend only 30km in I would have rather ridden barefoot than turn back so I simply removed both clips and continued on for the remaining 90km. Now I am bot sure how many of you have attempted to cycle in road shoes clip-less but there isn't as much friction between you and the pedals as you would like which makes for many an amusing slip-up. All in all though I am very glad I went on and ad a truly amazing cycle (may have had a little to do with checking out the sexy planes in Richmond) and even discovered a new route.

My poor new shoes...

Given the exhaustion of the past few weeks today I have resorted to bribing myself with breakfast at my favorite cafe with a really good friend and trainer, Pei. I figure if anyone can scare some sense and rationality into me it is her. I have to say though since my ride yesterday spirits are definitely on the up and I am ready to concure the world again.

Running late for my cycle,
x

It is the Season for These Punctures...

2009-12-26T19:18:00.000-08:00

But I want to ride! (Sexy Saeco cap thanks to Alex from Deus)

Be it the rain, my carelessness or Santa's sneaky substitute for coal it has not been a good 2 days with respect to punctures. Today's experience was however much more spectacular with a total blow out while clocking 60kph on the decent towards Galston Gorge. Having never experienced anything of the sort before I must say I was a little shaken and took a few minutes to recouperate before attempting to view and repair the damage.

Upon inspection I found a nasty gash across my tire and being 50km out was pretty stuck as to what to do. I was later informed that it is not unheard of to use $5 note to cover the hole on the inside (thanks Chris), however between my shaken state and having smartly packed shrapnel and plastic I was grateful when Adam (support on P4P 2009) offered to collect me.

No idea what did it but it sure did it fast and a good job of it as well

Yet again the boys at Bikecology came to the rescue, supplying me with a folding tire to get me through the next few few days of training while they order me another set. While Andrew kindly fitted the tire (I think he sensed both my laziness and exhaustion of the past week) I headed out to my favorite cafe for a good feed and break from it all. How could good coffee, salmon and GF cupcakes from AboutLife not make me smile?

Coffee, salmon, poached eggs, spinach, beans, mushrooms and GF toast.... AKA Heaven

What Better Way to Celebrate Boxing Day Than With Beer (Glass)?

2009-12-25T17:31:00.000-08:00

While my inability to consume gluten results in a severe lack of beer in my diet, my bike decided to get right into the festivities of Boxing Day consuming a large chunk of beer glass on approaching the decent into Berowra Waters on todays ride. This unfortunately resulted in a spectacular puncher and a need to pull over and change the tube.

Changing a tube is usually a frustration especially in the wet conditions we were posed with today I am not sure I have ever had such a frustrating experience. It took three able bodies (me, Jimmy and Tom), five tire leavers and a lot of time. After many a slip and changes in strategy we finally succeeded to change over the inner tube and get back on the road.

Due to visibility concerns I finally wore my 2007 GVBR jersey...I have no doubts everyone saw me and soon after blinded

Excluding this minor inconvenience the ride today was brilliant. Even with the forecast for rain I was lucky enough to have two eager riders join, Jimmy who will be cycling to Melbourne and Tom (AKA the Hill King). After a little persuading Jimmy drove out to mine to meet at 530am where we left to meet Tom along the way. It took both Tom and I a few kilometers to get over the amusement that Jimmy was riding with two saddles, one one bike and the other stuffed in his jersey. Jimmy assure us it was as he was testing one and didn't want to be caught out if it wasn't comfortable, Tom and I had our own thoughts and have deemed that 'Jimmy 2 Seats' has a razor ass.

'Jimmy 2 Seats' recovering after tearing into his saddle

The ride totaled 110km and went out to Bobbin Head, Galston Gorge, Berowra Waters then back through Pennant Hills to home. While the misting managed to keep us a touch wet the rain was kind enough to hold off most of the way with the majority of drenching coming from each others rear wheels. Upon completion it was very amusing to see the sopping, greasy, muddy state we were all in.

The hottest look this summer; caking suncream, chain grease with a splattering of road grime to ensure it all sticks

Merry Christmas to all, I hope you all stayed safe and had a splendid time.

Only 2 weeks till we leave! Oh dear...

Getting Sarah Out of a Pickle

2009-12-19T20:19:00.000-08:00

Usual state of my bike, I think I will be taking a bit better care

Ironically after joking around with the boys on Friday night about how long it has been since I changed my chain my Saturday morning cycle was cut slightly short after a few minor technical difficulties. Between the slipping, jumping and general playing up when changing gears I felt mildly jinxed. Slightly annoyed and frustrated at having to turn around 30km shy of the 150km target for that day I called in a favor or two.

Chris Smith is an endurance mountainbiker with a ridiculous amount of experience and knowledge base in both mountain biking and road cycling and lucky for me he is one of the most generous people in existence. Even after a strenuous day of training and the fact that he has an early start and more training the next day Chris kindly agreed to have a look over my bike, teach me a thing or two and point out what I would need looking at, even though it was 10:30pm. After being rightly critizised for perhaps not cleaning and looking after my bike as well as I should I was given a list of what I should get looked at, replaced and consider changing. I really can not thank Chris enough for all his help, and for those of you who feel what I am doing is crazy I would advise sussing out his blog and the wild world of 24hr racing.

Nice shiny new and clean chain and cassette (I had always thought they were meant to be black)

Once I had some direction I had the task of finding a bike shop who would do all this preferably within a couple of hours as to avoid missing any more training time. My first port of call was my local bike shop Bikecology in West Ryde who however as I feared were overworked with weekend before Christmas jobs as it was, Bob did however kindly direct me to their North Parramatta store where I was saved by Gary and his team.

Upon calling Gary at Universe Cycles and explaining briefly what I required, perhaps in a slight state of panic, he kindly agreed to have it done by that afternoon. Between listening to me rattle off everything I had been taught the night before with Chris along with the utter confusion as to why anyone would drill into a Cannondale frame and attach panniers I am not sure these boys knew what they got themselves in for, they did however handle it unbelievably well and even had it done more then an hour prior to the agreed time. As a result I would like to extend a massive thank you to Gary, Adam, Andrew and Rick at Universe Cycles for their generosity, smiles, great work and speediness as well as Bob from Bikecology for the referral.

The hard working guys at Universe Cycles

If you find yourself in a similar pickle drop the guys at Bikecology / Universe Cycles a line as I have no doubt they will do their best to help out and you will only get quality (in charisma and work):

Email - bikecology@bigpond.com
Phone - (02) 9630 1491 (North Parramatta), (02) 9874 5836 (West Ryde)

I will restrain myself from giving out contact details for Chris as I think he may need a bit of sleep.

2010 Ride Meet, Greet and Eat

2009-12-19T18:14:00.000-08:00

From left; Jimmy, Shu, Shorty, Me, Steph and Alex

Given that a few more people will be riding this year I felt it may be a wise idea to introduce them to each other prior to spending a straining 2 weeks on the road together. For this reason dinner was aranged at mine for both social and organisational purposes of course.

While the intention was to ensure all the full-trip riders met it was soon discovered between work, weddings and flu this was not as viable as thought. Still it was a brilliant night filled with fine food and company.

Milk-crates: An engineers solution to a furniture shortage problem

Those that ended up making the evening included:

Jimmy: A friend who guides with me for Disability Winter Sports, Jimmy will be riding the whole ride with us

Shu: From uni and also completed part of last years ride with me, Shu will be doing a leg or two of this years ride

Shorty: Was a bike shop guy and whip cracker to me on the Great Victorian Bike Ride and upon discovering we only like 8km from each other regular cycles and the potential of him cycling a leg of the ride have been put on the table

Alex: Good friend and cycling buddy, Alex and his workplace Deus have provided tremendous support towards me and this ride, Alex is intending to cycle a leg of the ride

Steph: Girlfriend of Alex and friend from uni, we are slowly getting Steph acclimatised to the idea of cycling a leg

Other people you will get to know but couldn't make the evening:

Sri: My sanity, Sri is the person that over the past 2 years has always ensured both my feet are secured on the ground. While Sri had intended to ride the whole ride he has kindly set this aside to fill in as a support driver, which we were lacking

Chris: Friend from uni and super keen cyclist, Chris will be cycling this whole ride with ease

Tom: Newly found friend who found out about the ride when published in The Northern District Times , Tom is considering coming on all or part of the ride and after cycling with him he will do so with ease

Other than eating food and enjoying one and another company we also managed to review the itinerary and sort some finer details of the ride, including meal plans, equipment, training and logistics. While we are still working out how to attach both a trailer, 4 bike-bike-rack and 5 bikes to the car with all else I have to say we are getting there, lucky to as it's not long now.

Personally I have to say the best part of the night was having three gentlemen clean up for me... That is not something you see everyday but I think I selected the most domesticated guys to go on a long cycle with.

The boys hard at work

Assembly line to maximise efficacy, I must say I was very impressed

Jimmy takes his drying seriously

Ride Preparation at its Best

2009-12-19T16:47:00.000-08:00

Dad and me on day 1 of the ride

What better way to train than with ocean views, resealed roads, redirected traffic, catering, arranged accommodation and brilliant company? This is what I was lucky enough to experience in the first week of December when cycling with my family on Bicycle Victoria's 2009 Great Victorian Bike Ride. The ride began in Portland and ended in Geelong and was set out as 550km of pure bliss along the Great Ocean Road. Being a glutton for punishment and perhaps a little nervous about January's 1400km ride a few extra kilometers may have been clocked along the way.

Could it be more perfect? The splendid views on route

My family have adopted this annual ride as a regular get-together event which seems to satisfy the key requirement of 'family time' as well as each family members individual requirements:

Me: training, training, training

Mandi: Sleep-ins, late nights, gigs & not having to cycle (Mandi Volunteers as she hates exercise in all of it's forms)

Mum & Dad: Almost romantic get away, without the guilt of leaving their darling daughters to fend for themselves

The 9 days was a truly brilliant get away and I most certainly took maximum advantage of the cleared roads and marked routes, not getting lost even once. We were also extremely lucky with the weather with only the first few days being a touch stormy. I did however lean that head winds just become a fact of life along these roads and the only way to appreciate them was to turn around and do the route again, which may have happened once or twice.

Cyclists sprawled along the beach at one of the lunch stops

One slight issue I did come across was the lack of fresh vegetables provided as part of the catering, given this seems to be my staple at home it did take some getting use to. I may have been caught out on the odd occasion turning towns upside-down in search of what ever roughage I could find, one such time produced half an iceberg lettuces and a tin of beans! As unexciting as it may sound to you now given this was all I could find in the town for 2 days it was a very big highlight.

My joy of devouring 1/2 an iceberg lettuce

Other such highlights of the trip included my sister and my desire to ensure a smile was on all 5000 riders and 500 volunteers faces of the evening. Our methods were not far off the usual behaviors of the McDonald Girls however we decided to make a particularly special effort for the Country Night, with Mandi dressing up as Dorothy and Myself as Heidi. Lucky for us as Mandi was on the Events team we got a heads up a few weeks before to prepare for such random antics.

The McDonald Girls at their best, Heidi (left) and Dorothy (right)

All in all I could not have asked for a better way to train and we are all already booked in for the 2010 ride!

I am thinking I need one of these made up for the Syd to Melb ride...

Here We Go Again

2009-11-20T19:15:00.000-08:00

Arriving in Melbourne at the end of the 2009 ride

Well it's that time of the year again and I am happy to introduce you to the official blog of Pedal 4 Parkinson's 2010.

While the majority of the route will remain the same, traveling down the Princes Highway, there will be a small change to the ride this year where by we pop in to Canberra on our way down. As you can see from the rundown tabulated below we will not be taking any extra days for this instead we have packed more kilometers in to each day. Take some time to look through where we will be and when and if you have any ideas surrounding what we can to and who we can contact to further raise awareness in these areas please contact me.

Table: Brief breakdown of rest stops and stays for the 2010 Pedal4Parkinson's ride (click on image then enlarge)

I look forward to hearing from you all a sharing my many stories and updates in the lead up and over the course of the ride.