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Bike Fit

So after a few weeks of being in pain on the bike due to my back being tight and my shoe not feeling right, I finally booked an appointment for a bike fit. I knew that my position on the bike would need to be adjusted as I developed more strength and flexibility but I didn’t expect to be in so much pain. I decided not to mess around and booked a Retul fit. For somebody who’s totally a numbers person like me, this is the best thing ever. Using little infrared sensors attached to key areas of the body, the camera takes an image of you cycling for 15 seconds. From these images, the computer can calculate all of the key parameters and determine what adjustments should be made. The good news is that my crank length turned out to be perfect. There really wasn’t any bad news in that everything could be fixed but I was very disappointed to find that my handlebars were actually off-center by almost a centimeter!! That seems like a pretty amateur mistake. So the overall changes were a slight adjustment in cleat position, seat moved back about 3mm, seat moved up by probably over a 1cm, and handlebars moved down by 1cm. The change is amazing!

So today I was really looking forward to my first ride on the new fit but the wind today was ridiculous. Something like 30mph wind gusts. I wimped out and went to PH instead. I actually don’t think I can get away with calling PedalHard a cop out given how hard the workouts are. I found that I felt much better on my bike today and felt that I could push more power than I had before. When I did the actual analysis against my last session I don’t’ know that the data actually looked any better but I felt like it was better.

Frustrations of a Shorty

I have always been incredibly short. This may seem obvious but some people start out fine and just stop growing early. Not me, I always looked like I was two years younger than everybody my age. Still, I never wanted my height to limit me in any way. I worked to make sure I could do everything the other kids could do; sometimes even better. In fact, I’m pretty sure “no, I can do it” were among my first words.

The first limitation I ran into was in middle school when all the other girls stopped buying clothes from the kids department and started shopping in juniors. I just couldn’t make the clothes fit. This was around the time that alternative music was making it big so for a few years I got away with wearing oversized everything and not looking too strange. There were a few daunting years that followed while I was in college. Then, as if my prayers were answered, petite stores of the major brands started popping up everywhere. Even though it was a huge step in the right direction, I had to be a little disappointed that petite clothing was designed for women 5’3” and smaller. Really? The average height of women in the US is 5’4” and based on those same statistics 40% of the US population of women are 5’3″ or shorter. I suppose that we should all just aspire to be taller? Although my options are still limited, this is one battle I no longer have to contend with.

Then I started cycling. My first bike was a total cheap beginner road bike with women specific geometry. It was great for a first bike but I out grew it (* small chuckle at my short joke *) in one year. My second bike was the smallest women specific geometry bike that I could find in 700c wheels. At the time, I felt it was very important that I have the same wheels as everybody else. No limitations, right? It was a great bike for the first year or so but then I started to notice limitation with my fit. There were whole muscle groups that were never engaged when I was riding and my handlebars were much higher compared to my seat than everybody else. I felt like I did trying to fit into the latest fashions that just didn’t fit. In September, my bike frame was crashed hard and I needed to get a new bike. I was excited about the opportunity to upgrade. It never occurred to me that selections would be limited. After all, 40% of women are 5’3” or less.

It’s difficult to explain how frustrating this time was for me without recounting every step I took in my bike search. If you find this lengthy reading frustrating then you understand a fraction of what I felt. Early on, I had my eye on one bike. I really hadn’t lined up a plan B because I remembered riding an XS Madone 3 years earlier and assumed that would be my plan B. My first mistake was not taking the measurements of my old bike before I got rid of it. We based everything off of the measurements listed on the website… which were completely wrong. My plan A bike didn’t fit at all. Second, the Madone isn’t even made in an XS frame anymore. This theme carried over to almost every manufacturer I looked at. I started to realize that the XS frames weren’t made for racing because the geometry just didn’t work. I would *have* to go to 650c wheels to get the geometry I wanted. This realization was hard enough. I hated the idea of being different but research told me that it was the only way to go. Most information pointed to 5’2” being the point at which one should consider 650c wheels and I’m 4” shorter than that.

So my search for a 650c race bike started. I first checked out the tri stores because the rumor was that they love 650 wheels. I found a Felt frame that looked perfect. It looked like everything was going to work out. However, even though the frame was listed in the catalog, they hadn’t actually made any of them and didn’t have an expected date when they would. What!! Their closeout list indicated that every 650c frame from the previous year had sold so what’s the hold up? I started to panic.

A friend tipped me off that another bike shop in the area had 650c frames in stock in the store. These Orbea bikes were not race bikes but it turned out they could order a race frame no problem. Hope! The down side; Orbea also decided not to continue the 650c line. We would be ordering 2009 or 2010 frames! Still, it was the best option I’d found for getting a new bike. We started the fit process on the frame they had in house and early on in the process they tell me I need smaller cranks because the 165 cranks are too long. 165mm is the smallest size that any of the major crankset manufacturers offer so I was looking at replacing the 165mm crank arms with BMX crank arms. I have an inseam of just over 27in and according to most sites; this means I should be using either 150mm or 155mm cranks. I really struggled with the idea of modifying my setup, though changing crank arms seemed innocuous enough, I did have a little “brand name” breakdown. That was until I found out the largest gear I could use with it was a 52-tooth chainring. With the smaller wheels, this would seriously reduce my low-gear rollout; from 101cm/rev to 92cm/rev to be exact. Even though I knew I didn’t use the 53/11 combo often, I had needed it at times and the thought of giving it up was extremely upsetting. I started researching and every table I found regarding crank arm length indicated that 30″ inseam was the starting point for 165mm crank arms.

At this point I had a serious breakdown about my height unlike anything since buying clothing in high school. I found myself rehashing the same arguments that I had for clothing lines. How can companies ignore such a large part of the population? I wonder if other shorties out there are as frustrated as I am. I’ve heard arguments that shorter crank arms haven’t caught on because “size matters” or because there aren’t enough women in cycling to make it worth it. I think both of these arguments are insane. While I’m very upset about having to compromise, I’m equally as thrilled that there are still people who know the shorties need some attention. Maybe there will be a huge shift in the industry in the next few years as people realize their bikes don’t fit. I can only hope.

Funny Stories and Bike Drama

My back has really been hurting these last couple of days. It’s so difficult for me to say if it’s muscle of spine since the muscles are totally related to how your spine moves and feels. I tend to think that it is just muscle pain but it makes me nervous. The good news is that it is very low; much lower than my L2.

Yesterday was nice and relaxed. Brian came home early and decided not to go into the office today. The mood was light and fun for the first time in a while. As we were cooking dinner, I mentioned a conversation where Shontell tried to argue that pint glasses were 12-oz. Brian wondered if pint-glasses were actually 16-oz or if they held a little more so that you could fill it with 16-oz and still walk. Being engineers, we had to try it out. I filled a pint glass almost to the very top and it measured 16-oz. My plan was to drink it but after I poured it to the top I started giggling. As I giggled the water threatened to spill which made me giggle harder. Giggling turned into laughing which turned into waters spilling all over me. Brian was almost in tears laughing over the whole ordeal.

Later, I was trying to crawl up the stairs on my butt. I sat down on the stairs and Bennett immediately sat down next to me. He gave me this adorable look like “We got this mommy”. Brian started up the stairs and tried to pass when Bennett got all excited and tried to block him. It was so cute!

Today I went to MJ’s to get fit for a new bike. When I got there, the guy who was supposed to fit me passed me off to another sales guy who didn’t fit me at all. He looked over the measurements of the two bikes I was looking at and just talked to me about them. I had already done all the research so he didn’t really tell me anything new. He did tell me he didn’t think the Parlee would fit being 2cm taller than my last bike. We decided on the Madone only to have him check inventory and find they don’t make it in my size anymore. I left really upset. When I got home I realized that that Specialized has been expanding their line of short woman’s bikes and they sell frames. So worst case I buy the frame at BSS and build it with my discount at MJ’s.

The Accident

It’s been 1 week, 23 hours, and 30 minutes since the accident. It’s difficult to comprehend everything that has happened in that time. I should have been keeping a journal the whole time but I was not exactly mobile. Here goes my attempted at capturing the events.

The Accident
It all starts with the bumper of a white pickup truck. A white pickup truck is going to hit me. I was traveling straight and he was coming opposite me making a left turn across my lane of travel. I remember him stopping instead of turning and thinking that was odd. I waited, and waited as I approached the intersection, finally deciding that he was letting me go. He never saw me. I remember thinking I needed to stay up right or things were not going to go well. Then I was on the ground, rolling; and everything hurt. My back was excruciatingly painful as I waited for the EMT. A few times, I thought I might pass out it was so painful. When the ambulance arrived, they rolled me onto my back and that helped the pain some. I knew that I could move all of my extremities so I was not worried about my back being broken; I thought it was just my muscles. I didn’t know you could break your back without being paralyzed.

The Hospital
I was admitted to the ER where they evaluated me and took my neck brace off. At this point I was worried about contacting Brian and I was trying to work out what impact this would have on my life. My knee had started to hurt very badly and I knew something was wrong. Early on, I was silly enough to think I might have a bad case of bursitis. Brian called me from the airport and the ER personnel let me use my phone to talk to him. It was nice knowing he was on his way and I wouldn’t be alone. After a bunch of X-rays  and a CT-scan, I was met by a neurosurgeon. This was probably the most scared I ever was. He explained that I had broken my back. I had a compression fracture of the L2. I wasn’t able to breathe until he said that surgery was not required. He explained the brace that I would need and that I would have to wear it for 3 months. At this point I’m thinking that I can wear the brace to work and probably even do trainer rides with it. I really had no idea. They admitted me into the trauma ward, where I would stay until my brace arrived.

Saturday (day 1)
Until the brace arrived, I was limited to complete bed rest. I ate in bed, I peed in bed, I did everything in bed. As horrible as it was, I kept thinking “at least I’m out of here when the brace arrives”. Overnight, my leg continued to swell and hurt. It wasn’t until the afternoon that I was able to get somebody to look at it. When the news came back, it wasn’t good. Not only did I have a broken back, but a broken leg too. I was scheduled for surgery on Monday, which meant I was not getting out of the hospital until Wed, maybe Thursday. This is when I officially lost it.

Sunday (day 2)
Brian’s mom got on a plane and we both breathed a small sigh of relief. Things calmed down and I started to take stock of the situation. Most of Sunday was spent on the phone and resting. Brian got his mom settled into the house late in the afternoon. With her watching the dogs, he was able to spend the night since my surgery was first thing in the morning. It was nice having him with me. Nighttime was the worst. Sleeping was so difficult since I could not move myself.

Monday -Wednesday
I was out of surgery by 9:30 and spend most of the morning in a drug-induced coma. My friends started showing up around 3:00 to see how I was doing and help when needed. Brian really needed some relief from being by my side so this gift from my friends was priceless. I finally was fitted for my back brace in the afternoon but had to wait for the neurosurgeon to approve the X-rays before I would be given the ok to get out of bed. The approval came Tuesday and I was so happy when the PT came to show me how to use my walker. It was harder than I thought I was concerned with how quickly I tired. I stopped the pain meds on Tuesday with hopes that I would spend Tuesday night at home. I had a ton of friends with me all day to help the time pass. Unfortunately, I was not to go home until Wednesday. I checked out at 10:00 and could not have been happier. I knew things would be very difficult but was up for the challenge (I hoped)

I have since realized how difficult this will really be. I cannot get out of bed by myself, which means I have to wake Brian up every time I have to use the restroom, or need a blanket, or whatever. The daytime is better and I’m much more independent. I still can’t cook anything or carry anything. I can’t lift anything heavy or bend forward. I’m learning new ways to do simple, everyday things. Right now, having a normal life seems very far away and my bike feels even farther. I miss moving and doing. My brain works far too fast to be held up like this.