How Was It?

Immediately after the Trek, everyone asked me “how was it”? I mean EVERYONE asked me. I know that most people were asking with the best intentions, like ‘how was it, did you have fun or was it torture?’ Others were asking because they get that riding 180 miles with your Dad could be an amazing lifetime memory. Or, it could turn into a disaster.

The truth is, the ride was fine. I’m sorry that i’m not more enthusiastic or forthcoming with details. I don’t mean to be off-putting. I mean, it wasn’t on my own personal bucket list to do the ride. Despite my mediocre training, i always knew i would finish. The ride is my Dad’s thing. Because i’ve heard about it for the past 10 years, I have a hard time articulating how it was in my own words but i’ll give it a shot.

It is hard to sit on a bike for 70 miles a day. Your butt hurts when you start the second morning. But you soon move from pain to numbness. Stretching at every rest stop is so incredibly important and while you are at it, you wonder why they don’t have beer and cocktails at each rest stop. (Okay, i completely understand *why* but there were many times when i just wanted a drink. End of story). At night, you crash by 9:00 so you can get up and do it all over again.

You pray you don’t get a flat (i did) or that your chain won’t fall off (mine did). Inevitably, it will happen and when it does you pray you, as a novice cyclist, can figure out how to fix it. I could, well, the chain at least.

As you ride you try to pay attention to scenery. It’s gorgeous. You acknowledge people having a conversation with you. As an asthmatic, it’s hard to engage in too much conversation. My Dad can attest to this after we nearly came to blows at my unwillingness to expend precious oxygen on much more than a grunt.

And you just sort of take it all in. There is your Dad, in all his glory. Having fun, doing what he loves, having fun. I know i said that twice but that’s how much fun he was having.

So, the ride was fine. I enjoyed myself and enjoyed challenging myself physically. I was humbled to have the ability to do the ride, even i only did “okay” by my own standards. I was grateful to work for a company that grants me enough vacation that i could enjoy this time with my Dad and still have my own vacation later this year. And i am blessed that my Dad is still with me, physically more fit than i am, and showing me how important it is to have fun in life.

So how was it? It was pretty good.

Trek Across Maine: 3 Days of Father/Daughter Bonding

Sunday River welcome sign for Trek Across Maine cyclists
Sunday River welcome sign for Trek Across Maine cyclists

The title of this entry probably makes my Trek Across Maine sound a lot more dire than it was. (That must be my flair for the dramatic.) I decided to participate in this 180 mile bike ride across Maine as part of my 2013 goals, one of which was to travel more.

Admittedly, my Dad begged me for years to join him but the idea really came to life when i forced myself to write down a few simple goals for the year. Although i grew up in Maine, there are a lot of places i never saw or even rode a bike through. This always sounds funny to people outside of New England. It’s a big state, people! Maybe not Texas big but it’s big and spread out.

Now that you’ve been acquainted to Maine geography, let me also add a few fundamentals that are important to know about this adventure.

  1. The Trek Across Maine (Trek), starts in Bethel, Maine and goes across the state to Belfast, Maine. The ride is 180 miles over about 2.5/3 days (depending on how fast you cycle).
  2. It’s a ride not a race. This is according to my Dad.
  3. The Trek is a fundraiser for the American Lung Association’s NorthEast Chapter. You have to raise a minimum of $500 to participate.
  4. I hate asking people for money.
  5. Days typically start between 6:00-7:00 a.m. And I was on vacation.
  6. Depending on what lodging you selected, after riding you are camping out or sleeping in a dorm room.
  7. The first day of the ride is longest; the day of the ride is all hills.
  8. If my Father ever says “it’s all down hill from here” to me again, i will probably clobber him.

I threw number six in to make sure nobody thought we were staying at the Four Seasons. I enjoy hiking and have certainly “roughed it” during other adventures so the concept of the Trek and camping/dorming did not bother me. The one thing that probably bothered me was how over-the-top, Gung-ho my Dad was about this.

Since you don’t know my Dad, let me tell you he takes being passionate about something to an entirely new level. The man is not just passionate about cycling, he has multiple bikes hanging up in the basement for different types of terrain and cycling distances. (I am confident his bike collection is worth more than my shoe collection.) He lobby’s for cyclists rights, he teaches people safe cycling habits and techniques. And he likes to ride fast.

And this is where we get to what bothered me. At one point during my training, my Dad let it slip/joked/stated in a matter of fact way, that he would meet me at the finish line since he was confident i couldn’t keep up with him*. After nearly reaching through the phone to throttle him, i calmed down. And then i got competitive. Like, nobody-puts-baby-in-the-corner competitive. Picture me: “oh really, i can’t keep up with you? i’ll show you.” Looking back on my childhood and this conversation, i’ve come to realize this is my Dad’s way of supporting and motivating me.

And that actually did motivate me. I repeated that exchange before every spin class and distance ride for four months. And i did it right up until the last six weeks before the ride when i was traveling non-stop for work and got violently ill the week before i had to ride. Oops.

Despite needing some major meds, i did the ride and i did okay. Yeah, yeah, my goal was pretty low: don’t walk up any hills and cross the finish line before or ahead of my Dad.

I’m undecided if i’ll do it again next year but not because i didn’t enjoy hanging out with my Dad and seeing him in his glory. The training just takes so much time. As a trekker with asthma, i actually should have trained a lot more than i did. If i had put in some longer rides, i bet my lungs would have been a lot happier with me. The thing is, i just don’t know how you balance working full-time, a house/chores and needing to ride a minimum of five hours every weekend. Also, it’s a looooooong haul from DC to Bethel, Maine. In fact, at one point i jokingly asked my Dad if we were going to do any cycling since all i had done for two days was sit in a car.

And yet, when i look at this picture of me and my Dad, i realize its probably predetermined that i’ll be back next year. My Dad is a pretty happy guy, but i can’t remember the last time i saw him smile this much (even after he witnessed just how bad i am in the morning)!

Me and Dad at the Trek Across Maine staging area, two miles before the finish line.
Me and Dad at the Trek Across Maine staging area, two miles before the finish line.

*writers note: i am confident that at some point my Dad will read my blog and this post. Therefore, i acknowledge this is not his quote verbatim. This is what i heard from our conversation.