Archive for June, 2008


Posted in Live on June 21, 2008 by Pip

Over the past week I worked with Lose the Training Wheels – I had an amazing week of being reminded why I love to ride. When we shift from just riding: to taking a stand (cars suck), lose some extra weight, meet with a group or training for a race..We forget what we fell in love with-freedom.

I am guilty of jumping on my bike and picking apart everything that is not running right. I can ride and bitch about the heat,cold..general crap weather and drivers that ignore me..but, I can also take a ride and feel a breeze on my face. With each pedal stroke I gain what I let daily living has taken away..Freedom!

When I was a kid I loved cruising on my 10 speed with my summer kit on: Swim team bathing suit, flip flops,towel around neck and zinc on an overly burnt nose.

This week I was introduced to Sam he is 18 and from eastern NC…He wanted only 1 thing! He wanted to learn to ride a bike.

Monday morning was the first time he had been on a Wednesday I no longer walked next to him to help him out..I had to run at a dead sprint to keep up. You think I am kidding..By the end of 75 min my pigtails were tied back into two little knots of sweaty hair. Sam would rail on me about sweating too much. On Thursday he rode a 2 wheeler all by himself..I looked over and saw his Mum I looked back at Sam and said,”Man, I am so proud of you”..he then said “hey,Pip I am really really proud of myself”….That was the moment that I turned on the waterworks..This was a total babble..I wanted to post the pix so I gave you a little background..


random thoughts to update

Posted in Flow on June 19, 2008 by Pip

I have noticed the following when riding in the early morning:

1) at 4:30a.m. putting a helmet on is tricky

2) with my light on my bars I can make cool shadow puppets

3) the shadow puppets can be made to eat cars and rednecks with one bite ( think kids in the hall ..”I’m squishing your head”)

4) I can sing really loud while riding and no one can see me ( even if they can..I don’t care it is 4:30, they are either just getting in from a bar or they just got up)…I believe singing on my bike to be like einging in the you sounds good.

5) In NC it can be 80 degrees in the morning

6) my fear of birds has ended..New fear…in NC bats can fly into your face while riding down a hill.

7) The day of the living Dead…

So in the next few days I plan to flesh out these thoughts…hope ya’ll are well and DONATE for 24 hours of booty…(….Last name Gregson)



Get Ya Hot Nuts!!!!

Posted in Live with tags , , , on June 9, 2008 by Pip

I really could not think of any other title to explain day two of 100 degrees . The past week it has been in the high 90s…I see people out riding and they are doing the southern spin..meaning attempting to ride a good pace when it is humid and hot. You might as well ride under the ocean near a thermal vent. The other day I arrived home waiting to feel a blast of cold air as the front door opened..and as I stepped in I got “nuthin’..not a small hint of chilly just more heat with clumps of dog hair as my pups sheds for the third time. I looked down at Taupo (my dog) and she looked up with the “it is about freakin’ time you were home-wanna know what I did all day. I watched as my fur fall of in clumps bc it is 99 degrees in here.” I checked the temp it was a mere 88 in the house. I teach yoga in hotter rooms than this..I contemplated what to do as I sat in a Starbucks mooching a cold air vent. I though maybe it has cooled off now..Maybe the “I don’t wanna sweat when I get out of the shower” fairy has fixed the problem. I arrived home and it was still hot. I figured Ethan could check it out when he got home from the shop. When he arrived I did tghe classic,”I think there is something wrong with the air conditioner” (I know it is not working but I don’t wanna deal with it). Ethan went outside to see if it was running- it was but the fan wasn’t turning. Awesome, so it is working but not totally. It was the weekend and the heat and air guy would have cost a ton, we decided to ride it out. Saturday night was like camping on the equator with a down sleeping bag. The search for cold spots in the bed was nonexistent. The fact that the fans were on blowing hot air was a reminder of how a fan blows air..when it is warm it feels nice, like a little spring breeze. When you are trapped in hell, it feels like waking up to someone with hot breath ( not only does it hits the back of your neck) and it encases your entire body. After the night of no sleep I woke up and stepped outside-it felt like winter, like the end of winter when you can bust out your shorts but were a beanie and a sweater..

Later that day Ethan went to the shop ( where the air conditioning kicks ass..I stayed home to finish up some work. After changing into my third shirt I decided I was either gonna hang in my bathing suit or go to the bookstore. Of course I opted for the bookstore ( last thing I wanted to do is answer the door in my bathing suit (while rocking a “my thighs and torso rarely see light” tan). In the bookstore I went to the how to fix stuff section-(pretty sure it is called something else- but does it really matter) I pulled out books on air conditioners..Was I going to buy them “uhmmmm no”. Thank God my Mum made me take the speed reading course in my 8th grade summer. I found two answers 1) take it apart 2) call someone….I had nothing else to do, either way I was going to be sweating my ass off. So I put on my apron ( I use a mechanics apron for my “1950’s Mum baking cookies” look) and decide the air conditioner must be do that I must take it apart. Worst case scenario..I have to call someone. So I get stuck in and remember Monks and my nephew threw mud at the unit( yes, I said unit..feel free to are a tool, but feel free to giggle). I see nothing but mud and random grass stuffed everywhere. As I finished get everything back together my neighbor rolls up ( stay at home Dad who gives me hard time for being a tomboy) at that moment I have two braids with grass and mud stuck to them, sweat running down my muddy face and I am barefoot..(nothing says NC more than that). He was going to ask me to go to the pool but I wasn’t looking up to it. How awesome would it feel to jump in a cold pool…we chatted and after awhile of letting the mud dry on my face I went into the house..Into the cold air conditioned house…I the woman who is awful making cakes and casseroles rock at fixing air conditioners!!!