Friday, February 26, 2021

Vax Day

It's here. Vax day. It feels historical and monumental and shivery all at once. What a life-changer this last year has been. Remember the first days of mask-wearing and the other-worldness of stores and streets full of people wearing masks? Now I startle when someone is not wearing one. Ugh, anti-maskers and all the  political undertones. Past TV scenes of large groups together not wearing masks stirs an ache in me. Wow, it used to be like that... we could do that without ramifications.

I am super-curious of what we'll learn in the years to come. Why do some people who get COVID-19 end up on ventilators while others suffer only mild symptoms? Shoot, why do some people have a stronger adverse reaction to the vaccine than others? I hope some investigative journalist will canvas this virus's path and write a book like Randy Shilts's, And the Band Played On, chasing down every thread and weaving together the psychology of how Americans reacted to the threat of this virus. There are definitely parallels between this pandemic and the AIDS epidemic: people who want to deny the bad news, people who don't want to change their lifestyle if it doesn't directly threaten them - or even if it does. Then there are the ones who understand early, and try to get out ahead of the virus, the champions for reason and health and science. In both epidemics, Anthony Fauci is/was a key player. In both, the reaction to the virus became highly-politicized. Which saddens me. I wish humans could be more objective about health issues.

And I think where I have been with this... super-scared at first. I remember going back to WI in March the week that "Shelter-in-place" entered our vocabularies. I was shopping at Home Depot with my elderly father (who is already vaccinated, yes!) and was making sure I was the one touching items and not him and trying to hurry through the store to get him back to the safety of his van, receiving texts from family members warning us that the virus could live on surfaces for days and that we should wipe down everything... To fights with my Quarantine Partner over how safe we needed to be... To now where I barely worry about surface spread, but wear a mask whenever I am indoors with other people. To now where I am comfortable being at school with half of our students reporting each day, and look forward to feeling safe when 100% of them are in person. The dream of 100% in-person was unthinkable until vaccinations. 

That is the other piece. The students through this. Some have played a yearlong game of hooky; others have reached out to their teachers and are thriving academically. Most have found a way to get their social fix - whether it be in the Zoom calls with me (!) or connecting with cousins or friends. Tiktok needs a medal. It gave students a place to be goofy - or glamorous, as they presume. In either case, it has connected kids. And we will need to reconnect many of them to academics. What will this look like? I'm ready to figure it out. 

Rolling up my sleeve and ready.

Tuesday, February 23, 2021

FireBelly

 It's starting. The fire in the belly. I signed up for the Elephant Rock century ride and two weeks into training has taken me places... 

Ouch places when I first got on my bike, my old reliable Burley Pine Grove. No longer made, it's vintage and catches the eye of every bike dealer who I let work on it: "Oh, they only make bike trailers now." Sexy. 

Anyhow, the ouch was between my shoulder blades. Excruciating after 20 miles in the saddle and the pain staying for 2 days. So, I started looking for a bike fit and a new bike. My local guy took one look at me on my bike (outside of the shop for COVID safety) and suggested two tweaks. Some hundreds of dollars later as there were other issues, I had a new-looking bike on my hands - and much reduced shoulder pain! Miracle worker.

Ouch places... riding with my sister and our other friend who are in much better biking shape than I am. I have to qualify this. I am not coming from the couch, but I am coming from the mountains in 2020. I climbed a record 25 last year. Woot! 

Buuuut, that is a different kind of conditioning than saddle time. So, ouch. On the hills they killed me especially hard. I am not clipped in because of my chronic knee issues, but after years of religious PT (and HATING to suck wind behind those two other old bags), I might be ready to try my clips again. Which means back to the bike shop for me. My other ones are so old, I have to believe there are looser-riding, easier-unclipping ones in the world.

And finally, ahhhh places... places where I'm on my bike and I feel fast. Not one with the bike, not that yet, but I remember that I used to have that feeling. I get glimpses of it and know I'll get stronger and feel faster.

Places like last night, rolling up and down the hills around the countryside, reveling in new roads to ride. 

This morning... waking up and wanting to ride. Ready to ride. Ready to do this thing. I have a good case of fire in my belly.