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Sunday, May 15, 2011

Graduation Ceremony

Yesterday I officially graduated from college. In December I finished classes a semester early, but I received my diploma yesterday. It was a beautiful ceremony set under the old frescoes on my ceiling, my friend Theresa said of few words like, "Henceforth and There forth, and so on." I was then handed my very tasty diploma and the ceremony ended in giggles.

So I regret not being present at my own college graduation? Na, after attending 3 colleges and spending more times in the local national forest than I ever did on campus between classes, I am  perfectly happy accepting a baguette diploma in Florence. I do miss the fact that I wasn't able to share it with my family and friends back home, but it's never too late for that.

I didn't actually know whether the ceremony was Friday or Saturday, so it's been a weekend dedicated to celebration. On Friday Theresa and I headed to the beach. I typically favor the mountains, but the beaches here are beautiful and aren't similar to crowded ones like in FL.

So what's next in the life of Alexis Decosimo? I think I am going to spend the next month trying to find work in Italy or the EU for the fall. I sadly had to defer my acceptance to George Washington, but I will make the most of a year off.

I will for sure be home in July, but for now I am enjoying the Tuscan hills and making the most of my time. Tuesday I am off to Vienna and when I get back one of my closest friends will be visiting me for 8 days. So more fun to come!

Monday, May 2, 2011

Chianciano

2nd race 5th place (yes they won ham) I won 4 bottles of wine and pasta

3rd race in Italy. I didn't write up a report about last weeks (sorry FaFa). Last week I made my way from my 6th place finish in the first race to a 5th place. It was like night and day comparing the two races. The first race I kept thinking that the next corner would be the finish line. This resulted in 10+ disappointments, which is not the mindset to have during a race.

The last two races, and the way I plan to do any race where I don't understand the language, I line up in the box full of non English speaking Italians. This line up in the box usually take 20+ minutes, so I usually smile, do little dances, and try my hardest to find out what I have gotten myself into (with no prevail as of yet). Then I follow the large crowd of Italians into the woods, and find my "happy" spot.

My happy spot is when I find the group of people who I yo yo with throughout the race. It never tends to be with women, though. I think that's because if I do end up seeing a woman, I make myself race harder until I am comfortably ahead, then I find new yo yo buddies. Because these races are so large, I never actually know where I am compared to other women (to be perfectly honest I don't realize where I placed until the announcer has to physically place the awkward American, who has no idea what's going on but is standing on the stage smiling and laughing, on the right podium box).

The yo yo affect is funny in Italy because instead of being stronger on the uphills like in the US, I am a much faster descender. Now this could be because of 4 reasons.
#1- my butt has probably grown a substantial amount due to pasta and gelato, which scientifically would make my momentum faster and help me roll easier if I got booted off the bike.
#2 Italians suck at descending.
#3 My butt has gotten so big that subconsciously I realize that if I wreck the pasta and gelato will act as a pillow.
#4 I have improved at downhills
One will never know, I guess.

Anyways so this past race was in a town called Chianciano. It had significantly more climbing compared to the beach side race last week in Follonica. Equally as beautiful and equally as confusing. The descents were fantastic, Pisgah style rocks, and the up hills well they went up. My mindset on the uphills was "well this is never going to end so keep going." Once again this is the perfect mindset. Weird, well sure, but it works. I finished with a smile on my face, and I ended up making a lot of friends. I can only understand every couple of words, but they don't have to know that. I laugh when they laugh and agree when they look like they are saying something important. This is when my teachings on how to be a Southern Belle works so well.

Next week the hardest race in Tuscany 90 kilometers and lots of climbing. I have a choice on doing a shorter race but as coach FaFa says "go big or come back to America." Guess I need to start some serious negative training.
negative training at it's best

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Final Report on Art Therapy in Jamaica


1.     The Plan           
a.     With the background of an undergraduate education in Art Therapy, I decided to plan a trip to Kingston, Jamaica. The plan was to work within the systems of a squatter’s community and orphanage, where I would lead a small group of students to help conduct group art therapy sessions. I received guidance by a registered Art Therapist, Geri Hurlbut (Coordinator of the Art Therapy Program, Assistant Professor of Art Therapy at Converse College), prior to the departure to Kingston. The goals and preparation for the group sessions were also set before the trip. I set the goals based on traditional concepts and research done in the field of art therapy, which included theories on group and individual counseling.
2.     The Groups
a.     Ferry Squatter’s Community
                                               i.         Ferry is a small community set on the outskirts of Kingston, Jamaica. The land is owned by a local Catholic Charity and is lent out to families who receive a small amount of help for living expenses. The age ranges of those who participated were from newborn to elderly. I was well aware of problems in the community due to five previous trips over the last 5 years. The children roam free and struggle with attending school. The women hold up the community while also having to be the sole breadwinner and supporter of their own individual family. Each family system struggles with adequate daily food intake and basic living supplies. Along with problems with food and living, there are rivalries among the women that cripple the community systems. Rivalries include differences in ideas on how the community should be run, religious conflicts, and problems with men.          
b.      Orphanage
                                               i.         This orphanage was not familiar to me. I did not know that this would be the place where we would conduct the sessions until we landed in Kingston. It turned out to be a much better institution than the orphanage with which I was familiar. The ages of the children with whom we wished to serve ranged from a few days to 12 years old. The age group that would participate in the session we planned to offer ranged from 5 to 10 years. The orphanage gave the children the proper food and living essentials, but due to a major problem with overcrowding, the children lacked the proper individual emotional care that is essential for development.
3.     The Goal
a.     Ferry
                                               i.         With the knowledge of the problematic areas within the community, I wanted to build a session that encompassed individuality and community. I believe in order to build a strong community the individuals would need to be able to recognize their own personal strength. When that goal was met, I wanted to focus bringing the individual strength together to build a stronger community.
b.     Orphanage
                                               i.         The orphanage was a nice change from the orphanages with which I was familiar. They treated the children with kindness, which was not what I was expecting, but even with this change in attitude there was not a focus on each individual child. The orphanage was over-crowded. The goal was to incorporate the idea of a transitional object. A transitional object, as defined by Winnicott,  “are the infant's first not-me possessions, like a blanket or doll. They are tangible--can be held onto, grasped, hugged. They lessen the stress of separation and soothe the infant.” (Daniels, 2007) They are thought to bring a maternal comfort to a child as they begin learning about separating themselves from the constant comfort of their guardian. I knew that most of the children had been deprived of the initial maternal comfort, so I wanted to think of a therapeutic art therapy session that could build on creating an object of comfort. I also wanted to think of something that each child could call their own. My plan was that if each child had their own object that would limit the chance of the objects being stolen.
4.     The Projects
a.     Ferry
                                               i.         I planned to have a two-part session. In the first part I asked the participants to create their own personal image. I explained that this image could be anything. It could help resemble what makes them strong, what motivated them, what they love, or a collage of images that encompass who they are. I wanted to give them the freedom to fully express themselves.  In their everyday life, personal expression is a luxury, which is overlooked due to basic living needs. I initially thought I would give them about 30 minutes to complete this project, but due to the natural chaos in the community, we ended up letting the participants tell me when they were ready to move on. The individual drawings ended up taking about 45 minutes.
      When the participants were ready for the next step, I asked each person to talk about their images. I wanted to give everyone the chance to be heard. We gathered into a circle, which began the second part of the session. Together as a group, we moved to a selected part of the Community Center’s outside wall. I explained here that the plan was to paint the individual symbols together on the wall where they have their community meetings. I knew that there was a large amount of tension between families and I wanted a permanent image to continually remind them of their individuality and what type of beauty can happen when they work together. I also hoped that creating a safe place for the participants to work together would allow for some positive group work and reconnect friendship.
      Every Art Therapy session needs an ending part to help instill what has been learned and also help facilitate bringing ideas for the future. It is a way of moving from one mindset to another while still in a safe place. When the painting was complete everyone came back together back into a circle. Each participant was asked to recount the emotions and realizations they had come across while doing the project. This chance to verbalize her experience gave each participant the chance to once again have a voice. In everyday life “getting a word in” can be difficult if not impossible but it is essential for each individual be heard for growth in a community.  Once every participant had spoken, I planned to thank everyone for joining and end the session.
b.     Orphanage 
                                               i.         Since I was planning to work with children who had no essential love from a guardian, I wanted to incorporate an object of love and comfort, as stated before. My goal was not religious based, but I wanted to create the idea of an invisible guardian for each individual child.  Within the idea of a transitional object, I then wanted the children to create a physical object with which they could hold and feel comforted. I called this object a guardian angel. Most cultures and religions have created an idea of an invisible guardian, but I did realize that this particular orphanage was Christian based. That fact made me comfortable enough to bring this idea.
      I began the session by asking the group what their idea of an angel was. I wanted to hear their individual thoughts and also wanted to allow the children to feel they were being heard. I then explained “my idea” of an angel. I asked the children if they ever felt lonely or like they needed a hug.  I told them that for each child there was an angel assigned to fix their loneliness and give them that hug. Angels can’t be seen. This is when the helpers in my group brought out the “angels.” (Note: The angels were stuffed socks, which are soft to hold and have nothing to choke on.) I told the children that it was time to create their angel so they can hug it when they feel sad or in need of a hug.
      We passed out paints and fabric pens (all hazard free) and allowed for creativity time. My group was posted up for problem solving, i.e. paint consumption, paint throwing, fights, and anything else that might go wrong. I planned to end the session when the children began to lose interest in the painting of the angels. When the children’s’ interest began to wane, we collected all of the materials, including the angels, to allow enough time to dry. I wanted to hear what the children’s ideas of angels were now that they had created their own individual one.  After children had a chance to speak, I ended the session by explaining that now their angel could be hugged and loved.
5.     Challenges and Resolutions
a.     Ferry
                                               i.         Ferry from an outsiders view can seem very chaotic. The many children run free while the parents do daily chores. It is hard to find a quiet spot, which is essential for the group setting. We ended up having three group sessions- women, children/adolescents, and young males.  Each group came with their own set of problem areas. We did have some universal challenges, though.
   When arriving to Ferry, I was under the impression that we would be doing murals on a newly built house. The house belonged to Miss Kitty, who is one of the backbones in the community. She houses around 17 unofficially adopted children, and my plan was to conduct the sessions on her porch, which I hoped would be quiet, and paint on her bare walls. Upon arriving to the community with paint and materials in hand, I was taken aside and told that the house was far from done.  The replanning took a full day, which had been planned for the women. We were told the community center was the second best place in which to paint our mural. We now had lost a day, so I had to plan on having two groups in one day.       
   Timing was also a constant issue. There is something called “Jamaica time” and it reins true in Ferry. I had planned to get to Ferry early each day to begin the sessions but it took up to a few hours to actually get everyone together. Once together, people, whether participants or not, were always coming in and out.
   Which brings me to another issue, the lack of privacy. I did not want to get deep into issues. We didn’t have time for that, and I didn’t feel like I had the appropriate educational background. I did however want to create a safe and quiet space for each individual group. My group and I realized almost immediately that that idea was going to be difficult.
   An issue essential to be addressed was the fact that we were American visitors in a third world country. I was well aware that this community consistently had visitors from America. There was a stigma on how these visitors treated and viewed Ferry. The way I approached this issue was explaining to each group that we were not there to pretend to understand what life was like for them. We knew that our daily lives were very different, but the reason we were there was to create a safe space and honor the work and lives of each participant.
     
                                              ii.         The Women’s Group
   This was our first group at Ferry, so we were still figuring out how to work within their system. It took about three hours to get enough women together. They were interested in what we had planned for them, but they kept disappearing to find friends or deal with problems.  We ended up starting the group only to have the other half show up about ten minutes into it.  Once we had them together everything did end up moving more easily.
   The next issue, which ended up being the hardest to deal with, was privacy and noise.  The children in the community are used to having all the attention, so when they saw the visitors (my group) spending their attention on their mothers, they were less than pleased. A metal fence surrounds the community center, so the obvious choice at the time was to lock it.  During the individual session, my group’s attention had to be on the children fighting to climb over the fence. Also during the painting of the murals we constantly had to prevent children from getting into the mural and paint.
   I began to realize that I was trying to create a safe space to my standards. I had worked so hard to plan this trip but I had failed to remember that I was working within their life style, not my own.  If I was going to ask the women to take time out of their busy day, then I had to accept that children were going to be in and out of the session. This was their natural life style, and asking them to change it would cause for results in the session that may not be authentic to them.
                                            iii.         The Young/ Adolescent Boys
      This was our second group to work around and by that time we felt like veterans. We were allowed to move from the outside porch to the inside of the community center for the individual expression. Half of our group was given the job of keeping the younger children occupied, which kept the outside commotion down. We invited one of the main male mentors to help us and work with the boys, which allowed for more familiarity.
   Our biggest issue was dealing with the few boys who didn’t take the project seriously. There were moments were I instructed someone in my group to cover up phallic symbols. There is a fine line between explaining that expression should be purely individual and having to tell a young adolescent that phallic symbols on a wall are not allowed.
                                            iv.         The Children
   This was supposed to encompass ages from 3- 16 years old. We found ourselves in the small community center surrounded by children beyond that range. I found myself explaining the plan numerous times because it was so loud. We then found ourselves having to deal with the massive range of attention spans within this large group. We combated this by handing out more paper and different materials. During the painting of the mural we had to accept the flying of paint in the air.
b.     Orphanage
                                               i.         Our first challenge came on our first of two days at the orphanage. We were not aware that we had arrived on a day where all of the children who were going to participate were on a field trip. This left us to the children in the nursery, which actually ended up being a good experience. We spent the day with crayons and helping the children explore the material and their fine motor skills.
      The next visit we conducted the planned session. We had all of the children sit on two sides of a room with tables in front of them. The largest challenge we came across was the material. This was something that could have been avoided with the knowledge that I had gained studying Art Therapy. Judith Rubin wrote, “Each medium has intrinsic qualities, central to what it evokes, demands, and stimulates in the child.” (Rubins, p. 106, 2005) With this information it should have occurred to me that paint would bring energy to the children. This material naturally energizes the artist, due to it’s fluidity.  We immediately found this to be true. The children began the session very well behaved, but after a few minutes of enjoying mixing the paint in the plates, we found ourselves dealing with increasingly energetic children. When we noticed that the paint (non-toxic) started going more on clothes and into mouths than unto the angels, we saw it was time to end the session. The next time I will use clothes pens, which allow for more attention and are less fluid.
   The other challenge with the paint was the difference in artistic interests and abilities of the children. We did not know the personalities of the children and unfortunately didn’t have time to learn before we started the project. We discovered about half the children found catharsis in the mixing of colors rather than the actual painting on the angels, while the other half of the children found relief and joy. There was a conflict of interests when it came to this because the children who enjoyed using the different colors were unable to do so since the child next to them had mixed everything together. There was tension due to this so this is where paint pens would have come in handy.
6.     Results and the Process
      Note: Yes we had challenges, but the results made up for bumps.
a.     Ferry
                                               i.         Women’s Mural
   When I first gathered the women together I noticed they were hesitant to start their personal symbol. Their attention kept going to the on going ruckus that their children were creating. Within a couple of minutes, though, I noticed a significant switch- as the women became immersed in their work. Some chatted amongst each other about what was being created, but for the most part, the women appeared to be drawn into their individual worlds. When I called the group back together I noticed the women start talking more and more about their own pieces.
   I began the circle by explaining my piece. I felt that if I started the rhythm the others would follow. I knew a few women were still hesitant about talking to the group and my example helped start the discussion. The women had very similar images in their artwork. In most of the drawings the women drew the sun (strength, brightness, and guidance), the cross (Christianity and strength), the ocean (calm, dangerous, and vacation), and their families (love and motivation).  One woman had created an image of her son, who was sitting beside her. The son’s face consisted of many different colors, and she explained that it represented his strength and personality. After the women had described their pieces of work a woman named Lisa said,
              “Sometimes it’s hard to express yourself in words, so your drawing can help express yourself. Some of us express ourselves in love, some in anger. If you keep it within yourself it is going to hurt more. Sometimes words can’t express what you need so you must find other ways. Like this picture I drew it but I didn’t know what I was going to say with it but then as I opened my mouth to explain it, it came out. The picture gave me the idea of what to say.
The women agreed, except for one woman, Sonia. Sonia explained to me that she had always found self-expression in poetry. The ability to write poetry helps her completely express herself. By writing poetry she finds that she can write free and use words for good. I told her that we could make a section on the wall for her poetry.  She had never shared her poetry before, so this would be her first time for people to read her poem. I passed out a few more pieces of paper and explained that now it was time to think about the group mural.
    As the women began to create the mural, I took note of how they were working together. They were recreating their individual images on a small wall together side by side. There were some images that were blending together, but there was a definite separation in each woman’s drawing. The notable part was that there was no tension or fighting. There was laughter and conversations amongst the women but there was also a strong sense of concentration on what was being created. They began the mural in a more individual sense but as the mural manifested we began to hear group singing and explanations of what they were doing. They had to share the buckets of paint, and just that fact brought the group together because they had to learn to work together. As stated before the community was suffering because the women were not able to work together to problem solve, so this was a wonderful sight to see.
   As Sonia began to paint her poem on the wall, she realized that she was not able to paint the words well. She asked her daughter to try, but her daughter struggled as well. She then asked another member to help her, and Sonia read her poem as the woman painted it.
   The paint began to go on more places than just the wall. The women began to paint each other’s faces, which they called warrior paint. They also began to gang together to tell the children to get out of their area. In the beginning they didn’t see the point in having just women time but by this point they were yelling at the children, “It’s women time! Get out!”
   The result of this session was better than I could have imagined. Women, who work day and night to provide for their family, were able to take a small amount of time to honor who they are. Rivals became friends and even helped each other. They reported to me at the end of the session that their hope was to do this project again. We had sparked interest in the community, and they believed more group work would begin to mend the community.
                                              ii.         The Young Males
   During the planning prior to the trip I wanted to have an all males session. I wanted to work with the males in hope of bringing up problems in the family systems. I was strongly advised by the sole male in my group not to do so. He brought up the points that we did not have enough time to gain their trust or deal with what might come up. I respected the wisdom that he brought and forwent the all male mural for this particular trip.
   On the last day of murals, I had planned to divide the children into young and adolescent. I wanted to focus on the natural act of painting with the young children and I wanted to get into symbolism more with the adolescents. To my surprise though, I was confronted by a large group of adolescent and young adult males who were upset with me. They told me that they had been looking forward to their mural and expected the same treatment I had given the women. We had gotten used to thinking on our feet by this time, so my group and I quickly scheduled to have a male group first and an all age children’s group later.
   I decided to structure the session similar to the women’s group. My goal was to focus on their strength in hopes that it would bring conversations about how to help in the community. I also emphasized looking into the future. I knew that many of the boys were struggling with motivation in school so I wanted them to take the time to visualize the possibility of a successful future. As the boys worked on their individual symbols, I noted the different attitudes that were being put into their work. I noticed some boys working quietly by themselves and others were working as a group.
   There was a significant theme to the male’s individual drawings. The game of dominoes has been introduced to the youth earlier in the year, and it had worked as a positive tool to motivate and keep peace. I saw a lot of images with dominoes in them. These images and this game united the boys. I saw a mix of images alongside the dominoes that were truly individual. The boys were connecting as a group, while also focusing on themselves.
   When we moved to the outside mural, they immediately went to work. They worked side by side, and for the most part they shared the materials. They recreated their images of dominoes and personal symbols. They were so immersed in their work that they still were not done when we left Ferry hours later.
                                            iii.         The Children’s Mural        
   When I introduced the idea of individual creativity to the children, I quickly learned that they were not familiar with the word “creativity.” As a group we figured out how to explain creativity by talking about different ways someone might express them self.  The paper was handed out and the children got to work. My group and I were surprised at how diligently the children worked, but as expected the children began to get anxious to paint within about 15 minutes of drawing.
   I brought the children back together so that they could show their images to the group. The children’s art was of their family, favorite sports and activities, and self-portraits. We had a wide range of ages within the group, so I saw a range of developmental stages. We had small children that were in the beginning stages of the pre-schematic stages. This was noticeable by the simple circular and linear shapes that were used to suggest humans. Some of the older children were trying to draw realistic and naturalistic images.  The big range of ages made it difficult to set the stage for children to explain their work. I ended up opening the floor to those who wanted to talk while keeping everyone still.
   I released the children to the mural.  The older boys were still working hard on their pictures and more adults were picking up brushes, so it turned out to be an all member mural.  I had planned to finish the trip with a community mural but I didn’t need to introduce the idea; it had already happened.
   Little children worked on their paintings as their parents stood over them working on their own image. The final result was a mixture of images. Some related to each other while others were purely individual. I had anticipated trying to get the community to work in harmony but to see it actually unfold was amazing. When we had all of the members freely working there was moments of silence as everyone immersed themselves in their creations.
b.     Orphanage
                                               i.         As stated before, we initially met the children the day of the session, which made it difficult to understand how the children worked within a group and individually. We were lucky because the staff gave us a section of the room to conduct the group work. Walls in the middle of the main room sectioned the working room off and on either side of the walls were tables in front of long benches. This gave me the opportunity to be able to see all the children, and the tables helped the children stay in their seats.
      I began the session when we felt that the children were as settled as they could be. When I asked the children what an angel was, a few of them responded “Gabriel,” the arch angel in the bible. I went on to explain the idea of guardian angels.  As we passed out the angels, I went around to talk to individual children. At first the children seemed hesitant to paint, but once they got their brushes wet they began to explore the medium. The once quiet children grew more and more energetic, as some mixed paint and others painted their angels. It went well for a good while. My group helpers did a good job of replenishing the paint and showing the children the skills needed to paint on an object. Problem solving skills were essential at this time. We had to separate the paint eating and mixing children from the children who were consciously painting faces and images on the dolls.
   When we felt it was time, we picked up the dolls and paint. We were able to successfully sit the children back down, and as I looked at the once clean children, I was painted faces and dirty clothes. I did see, though, smiles and excited chatting. When we began the session, the children seemed to move as one entity, but at the end of the session each child seemed to want to talk and express themselves as individuals.  One child, in particular, was excited to show me the face he drew on his angel. It was obvious that he had given a personality and spirit to his angel doll. I watched him as he cradled his new friend with care. While some children understood the idea of a comforting object, almost all the children enjoyed the act of expression and painting.
7.     Conclusion
      As a whole there were bumps and victories. I had planned this trip for a year, and I had felt the plan was flexible enough to handle “Jamaica time.” It ended up that it was essential to rely on thinking on our feet instead of sticking to a schedule. The results that came from this trip were unique and wonderful, and I could not have planned for what each individual took from the projects. I would like to give most of the credit to the individuals who joined me on this adventure. Without anyone of them, I would have not been able to pull this together. A video documentary of this trip is in the works and will be coming out soon.
      As for the art therapy aspect, it is amazing what art can bring. A person can say only so much with words, but colors and images can bring a whole new conversation amongst individuals and groups.

 Work Cited:
Daniel, V. (2007). Object relations theory. Retrieved from http://www.sonoma.edu/users/d/daniels/objectrelations.html

Rubin, J. (2005). Child art therapy 25th anniversary edition. New Jersey: Wiley & Sons.



Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Zero Training

I thought I might go into my ultra serial training methods on my blog, so that everyone could see how serial I am about riding bikes and how I firmly believe that riding bikes is about winning and being fit. It is never about the adventures or places you go.

A very wise yet ridiculous friend once told me that in order to do well at races he goes into "zero training." This zero training, which Dan correct me if I am wrong, involves unplanned 6 hour Pisgah rides, downhill shuttles, and simply playing on bikes. This of course is always followed by really horrible yet delicious Mexican food and of course beer. In following this strict regimen, you can succeed in the sport of racing bikes.

So back to my strict training methods. Two years ago I had a strict, very wonderful coach, and a power tap (a super serious machine that doesn't let you slack off). Even though the coach was very intelligent the training did not fit my style of riding. The more I trained and the more I understood what heart rate and power meant, the less I loved riding and I never seemed to race to my potential. (I will admit this does work for most people, and the coach that I did have was incredible in that area)

So I took off the power tap and just began to ride. Instead of strictly knowing how long I should ride a day, I will either find long adventures or go on rides where I fall asleep in olive groves or sit by streams to watch lizards play.

And here I am today. 2011 and with this zero training I have been able to catch a stars and stripes jersey and happily have a few other races under my belt that I am proud of. All thanks to completely refusing to train on my bike. I have to admit I am pretty strict on zero training. Many of my Italian friends invite me on rides with them, but the only problem is they say to me, "We are going mtb training today. Join?" Well that is against my training plan. I can't possibly go on a mtb "training" ride. That would completely put me off schedule, so I don't go. Now if they said, "Hey lets go get lost in the country side and see if we can find some amazing trails." I'd be out the door in two seconds.

This is why you may see me smiling at every race and/ or dancing. Instead of working on my physical capabilities, I have learned how to have PMA (Positive Mental Attitude). So at some races, where I end up doing well, it's not because I trained everyday on a strict schedule. It's because I have been riding and going on adventures, so I am just truly happy to be on a bike.

So here's to single speeds, long adventures, the feeling of freedom while being lost, dancing on a bike, bad mexican food, beer, racing DH in high heels and skirts (thomas), and just the pure bliss that these funny pieces of metal can bring.

Oh and shout out to Geoff, who has been my coach the last 2 years. His suggestions on riding have always been something like, "Ok go for a 2 hour adventure and remember to smile." Thanks to him I can feel somewhat on track.

Sunday, April 10, 2011

First Italian Race

OOOOWWWW. That's all I have to say.

I had ABSOLUTELY no idea what type of race I was getting myself into. After missing the first one, due to miscommunication on time, I was ready to race. Today was the perfect example of how the first race of the season is the hardest. I was told it was 45 kilometers, so my thinking is, "HM only what 23ish miles? I'll be fiiiinnneee." I expected that the women would start in their own categories, but it was a mass start. The elites lined up in front and then there was everyone else. A lot of the faster women were in the front part, so it made it almost impossible to catch up to them. The start got so clustered that it took minutes to actually get the wheels rolling, and don't get me started on the bottle necks and stopped lines on the actual single track.

It was unusually hot today, and I felt it almost immediately. Lets just say I was suffering. From what I could tell, I was able to keep in front of the non elite women, but I had difficulty getting the others except for a few. As for time and placement, I don't think I did too bad, but for knowing my body, I know I could go significantly faster. Oh and 45 kilometers is a long time when your climbing most of the first 1/2.

As for the trail, well it was what helped me stay sane on this never ending race. For you Pisgah lovers, imagine Bennett, Trace Ridge, and Laurel Mtn. Just a few days ago I was feeling homesick for long descents and especially missing Pisgah, so when I came up on these descents, I actually was passing people. I think it was the heat, but I was having a hard time not thinking that I was in the embrace of Pisgah. That's how similar it was.

I know this post sounds like the race was miserable, and to be perfectly honest it did seem like a never ending pain session. Because I couldn't communicate with the racers, I couldn't ask how much longer, so my mind kept telling me the end was near. That is the absolute worst mindset to have because as soon as the trail kicks back up into the woods my dreams would be crushed, but now I know what to expect.

Other than the pain, it was an amazing race and loads of fun. I traveled with my team Pro Bike, which consisted of 5 Italian men who wouldn't let me speak English. They would give me grief about things and make me respond back in Italian. The drive there and back was a consistent laugh and I actually think I learned more Italian in those 3 hours than I have in 3 months. I always have been told that in order to be fluent in Italian I needed to find myself a Stallion for a boyfriend, but I think I found a funnier solution, and now I know some witty sayings. The single track, like I said, filled my cup when it comes to missing Pisgah, and the race ended with a gravel road surrounded by yellow flowers as far as the eye can see.

Would I do it again? Well I am planning to race next Sunday. I am going to pack more food and I now know what to expect.

Ireland

Well I decided to make a spur of the moment trip to Dublin, Ireland. Why? Well I was itching for some local live music and green rolling hills. I got just that. I stayed in Dublin for 3 days, and I spent two of those days wandering around the city and one day in the countryside. I stayed at a B&B the first night and went and made friends at a local pub. The next day I went to the Guinness Museum and talked to mountain bikers about local trails. I like Dublin, but I was itching to see the countryside.
me at the Guinness Museum, after you walk through 6 floors, the tour ends at a 360 degree bar where you get a complimentary pint. I went alone to Dublin but had a very easy time making friends

The next 2 nights I stayed at a friend of a friend's. Derek is the picture of a Irish gentleman, which was a good change from the Italian boys in Florence. He first took me to listen to traditional Celtic music jam session in a mountain pub. It was magical and made me want to stay forever.
cross bike? Yes please


The next day he took me to see the countryside. I have pictures, but honestly they don't do the green hills justice. I spent the whole time drooling in Derek's car.
My lovely Irish host

Derek thank you so much for the incredible hospitality, and Ireland, I am already trying to plan my next trip bike in tow.
Mom and Dad this is much better than being a productive member in society

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Munich with Garnett

The wooden tables where we had our German style beer garden

So Garnett flew into Munich to spend his spring break with his sister. I took a 9 hour night train in from Florence. Night trains are nothing to be romanticize about. Imagine a broom closet with 6 very small bunks stacked on top of each other. Fortunately nobody smelled too rank.
Garnett at the BMW museum

So we have been here for 2 days now. The first day was spent wandering the streets until we found an outdoor sitting area with long wooden tables and benches. They were completely filled with Germans drinking 1 liter beers. Garn and I were some of the youngest and the only Americans we knew of. Those old German women can put down some beers. We watched as one man regurgitated as his elderly mother, 1 liter beer in hand, tsked at him for not being more of a man.

Well we ended up buddying up with some young Irish and Scottish lads who were in search of some traditional German fun. We spent the rest of the day chatting with them, enjoying the sun, and enjoying what was around us.

Today we headed to the BMW museum. I swear Garnett is in love with this country. He spent the whole day drooling over cars and motorcycles. We then had dinner in a beer house. I don't think he's going to be able to go home after this experience.
Garn in front of Augustiner-Keller ANOTHER beer garden

I have really enjoyed Munich so far. I am hoping to find some trails and people to ride with. It was sunday so no shops were open. Germany is a nice breather from Italy, which I still love. Though I have to admit, it's nice to get away from the hootin and hollerin' Italian Stallions who constantly roam the streets. Things here are a lot more laid back in that sense.
enjoying our German meat and beer

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