Cedar Hill State Park

After spending yesterday morning and much of the afternoon watching the rain and crossing our fingers, we took advantage of a lull and headed off for Cedar Hill State Park yesterday afternoon. The roads were still wet, the skies were still kinda foreboding, but we were happy to get moving! Jeff, Kate, Arik and I left Oak Cliff about 4 and made it to CHSP around 6. We enjoyed mostly low traffic roads and made it through some tough hills. We found a nice campsite, got set up, and had a tasty dinner. The boys went to the marina and bought some firewood (there wasn't any dry wood around) and we got a nice fire going. We turned in pretty early and were awakened this morning by the melodious sounds of...... 20 screeching crows. doh! We ate some oatmeal in the cool morning air (crazy that 60 degrees now feels cool to me- I guess I've adjusted to Texas weather already!) and started heading home. It was sunny and 70 degrees- perfect riding weather! The hills didn't feel quite as bad on the way back, but we did have to survive a high speed chase by a Jack Russell Terrier- that little dude was vicious and he'd clearly chosen my bike as the one to attack! We rolled back into Oak Cliff close to 11. We headed straight to our favorite eatery- Spiral Diner- and enjoyed their Sunday brunch. I foolishly scoffed down about 10 pancakes, and after 2 hours of riding my belly wasn't too pleased! Thankfully we were close to home. We bid farewell to Jeff and Kate and rolled back to the casa. A hot shower and some slobbery kisses from our bulldog later, and we're now well rested. Our gear worked great, we enjoyed a pretty ride, and got to hang out with good friends- overall a great weekend mini trip! Here are some pix:

Leavin' OC

About 1/3 of the way there

On the road

Arik guarding the bikes at Walgreens


Some nice motivation on the way up a big hill

How we entertained ourselves

Our campsite

The crew on the way home

That's all for now!

Be well,

Arik and Mia

http://www.livestrong.org/grassroots2009/ariknmiabike

Done!

Mia graduated from law school last Saturday, and after 20 hours in the bug, Arik and Mia have returned to D-town.


We've met our new bulldog, seen long missed friends and family, and are ready for our first mini bike adventure!


Tomorrow afternoon we're biking with our buds Jeff and Kate to Cedar Hill State Park (about 15 miles away), camping there for the night, and heading back Sunday morning. It'll be our first chance to test out all our new gear and the longest trip we've been on since we got our new bikes. We'll let ya know how it goes and will hopefully have some pix to share!

Be well,

Arik and Mia

http://www.livestrong.org/grassroots2009/ariknmiabike

Apologies

A quick "our bad" for not being better bloggers- Mia's LAST EVER law school exam is this coming Tuesday and her LAST EVER law school paper is due the following week (she's not excited about this or anything) so we've been blog bums.

We promise the posts will pick up once we get back to D-town after all the graduation craziness!

In the meantime, please let us know if there's anyone you'd like us to ride in honor or memory of and of course feel free to mosey on over to the livestrong site!

Thanks again for all the love and support!

Be well,

Arik and Mia

http://www.livestrong.org/grassroots2009/ariknmiabike

40 Days to D-town

We've been pluggin' along with our cold weather workout regimen, but I'm starting to get stir crazy with the stationary biking and can't wait to get back to Dallas. It snowed here last night, so my hopes that Spring might finally be settling in were dashed. Fortunately we don't have long to go- I (Mia) graduate on May 9, a mere 40 days away! Then it's finally back to hot sunny Dallas for good for the first time in 3 years. We'll both return with a new appreciation for our hometown. Arik's been rockin' the Hyperfit workouts- he goes 5 days a week and does 2 classes in a row twice a week. The other 3 days, he comes home from class and bikes for an hour. He's a trooper!

Furry Arik on the Rowing Machine

Arik Post-Haircut & the Hyperfit Crew (on the right in yellow)

Last week I figured it was time we learned some camping basics. We considered getting "Camping for Dummies" on Amazon, but decided to raid the info on the internetz first. We found quite a treasure trove of tips, including:

- How to Dig a Cat Hole (or, where to stick your poop when there aren't any toilets around- vital info to be sure!)

-How to Survive a Bear Attack: I know it's an irrational fear, but the idea of being prodded awake by a furry bear paw has been one of my recurring nightmares about the trip. Fortunately, knowledge is power! Amongst the helpful hints I learned:

• Never run or scream. Grizzly bears can run 30-35 mph. (whoa!)
• Talk softly to a non-aggressive bear, but give an aggressive bear some sass! (yell, throw stuff etc.)
• Use bear spray but only as a last resort

Armed with Knowledge (and a can of bear spray), We Will Survive Your Ferocious Attacks!

- What to eat. Though most of the recommendations are for standard no spoil camp fare (GORP, peanut butter, etc.), we also discovered freeze dried meals! Just add boiling water to the bag, let it sit, and enjoy a gourmet (or at least more gourmet than GORP) meal! We'll probably bring a few along for a special treat.

That's all we have for now- let us know what we're missing!

We've also been gearing up via big online sales. We got the bike shorts I'll wear on the trip for 50% off (they're only 40% off now- muahaha!). We also got Arik's bike shoes for 25% off, and a long sleeved shirt for me for 20% off. Yippee! Alas we paid full price for our tent, but it should be worth it. I should note that even on sale, this stuff is all pretty pricey. We hope this tour will mark the beginning of a lifetime of outdoor adventures, so we're buying gear that'll stick around for a while.

As always, thanks to everyone who's offered support, encouragement, and donations!

Be well,

Arik and Mia

http://www.livestrong.org/grassroots2009/ariknmiabike

Tax-Deductible Advertising + Warm, Squishy Feeling = (hopefully) Donations!

Arik and I have pretty much exhausted our networks as far as fundraising goes. We are so thankful to our friends and family who have donated and sent us notes of support. Now we're branchin' out! We're trading ad space on our bikes (in the form of stickers) for donations to the Lance Armstrong Foundation.

Please help spread the word! Local business owners, your employer, even the kid who mows your lawn, all may be potential donors!

Be well,

Arik and Mia

http://www.livestrong.org/grassroots2009/ariknmiabike

Who We Ride For: Kathleen Baskin-Ball

Kathleen Baskin-Ball September 16, 1958- December 2, 2008

We'll continue our profiles of the people we ride for with someone who helped inspire the cancer-fighting side of our trip and the youngest person either of us personally knows to have been taken by cancer: Mia's childhood preacher, Kathleen Baskin-Ball. Here's what Mia had to say:

Most of us agree that charitable action should be an integral part of one's life. That its scope should be large, its motivations selfless, and its impact meaningful and wide-ranging. My dear friend and former pastor, Kathleen Baskin-Ball, epitomized this ideal.

She went straight from college to seminary, and in 1989 was recognized as a rising star in the Methodist world. But instead of seeking an appointment to a nice, cushy, high-profile congregation, Kathleen opened a new church called Nueva Esperanza in a poor West Dallas neighborhood full of recent Mexican immigrants. She spent six months in Mexico learning Spanish and when she returned she could preach to her congregation in its native language. She devoted herself to serving the youth and teen moms that composed much of her congregation and resisted Methodist officials' calls for her to switch churches. She preached and served and mentored at Nueva Esperanza for five years before being moved to Greenland Hills UMC, where I met her when I was 11.

Kathleen was a beacon of a woman. A wonderful orator with the warmest of smiles, I knew even then that she was someone special. And more than that, that something special worked within her and inspired her. When we first joined the church, my then eight year old sister, startled to see a female pastor after years at a male-dominated church, asked Kathleen, "so do I call you...pastoress?" Kathleen smiled at her and said, "No baby, you just call me Kathleen."

She spoke of God's love, often shouting out her signature catchphrase, "Glory Be!" Her style was wonderfully unorthodox: sometimes she would pick up a guitar and sing (she had a wonderful voice) and hymns were often accompanied by her dancing and keeping time with a tambourine. Her smile lit up the room and her hugs were given often and freely. I can't count how many times I left that church, even as a young teen, feeling full up to the brim with love. During her seven years at the church, membership doubled. The sanctuary had to be remodeled and expanded. When she left to share her gift elsewhere, we left the church. We tried out a few others, but none felt near as right. She spent the next seven years at a suburban church (Suncreek UMC) where membership tripled during her tenure.

Kathleen did all of the charitable things that pastors do: she led mission trips, taught bible studies, counseled church members, and preached on Sundays. But her biggest and most enduring charitable action, the thing that grew every church she touched and touched and changed every person she met, was her ability to connect with people and make them feel loved. As one church member recalled, "I have never known a pastor to love on everyone the way Kathleen loved on every person at Suncreek [the suburban church]. She called everyone by name and made every person that walked through the door feel special, just as God wants every child to feel. Kathleen was open, honest, funny, and made the most weary stranger feel at home and welcome."


While at Suncreek, Kathleen married and had a son. In January 2007, when her son was three, she was diagnosed with neuroendocrine carcinoma, a particularly lethal and unforgiving kind of cancer. She was diagnosed on a Saturday and was scheduled to begin chemotherapy immediately. Not wanting to miss preaching, she asked "How much would I lose if I started on Sunday afternoon? The church has to see me first. I can't disappear. That won't be healthy for me or the church." And so she preached that Sunday and was then whisked off to start chemo. She shared her diagnosis and her progress with her congregation and continued to minister to the very end. She missed only a single regularly scheduled sermon, sometimes preaching from a stool because she didn't have the strength to stand. On November 16, 2008 she preached all three services at the church.

Photo from http://freshphotography-em.blogspot.com/

In late November, after learning that a costly surgery would only add a month to her life, Kathleen chose to enter hospice care and opened her home to those who wanted to say goodbye. The line to her front door stretched down the street. One person who went to see her noted, "She wouldn't let fatigue get in the way of visiting with each person. Instead, she asked her husband to bring in the oxygen tank and she continued on." Another recalled, "When we saw her last week, it was she who was lifting our hearts and spirits - not us lifting her as it seems it should have been." To top things off, the Sunday before her death she baptized 35 babies.

She died December 2, 2008 at age 50. Her memorial service was attended by more than 3100 people - a testament to the staggering number of lives she touched.

When Kathleen was first diagnosed, she said, "I believe that God is healing all the time. What I won't try to put into a box is what that healing looks like...I think for God to be victorious in my life means that I will learn to live through this in a way that shows that love has the last word and love is victorious in the spirit of who I am, whether I get well or not." She was passionate, caring, selfless, and inspiring, and she left a hole in my heart when she left. But I feel so lucky to have had her in my life, even if only for a few short years. And I am convinced that love will have the last word.


If you'd like to write a profile of someone who has been lost to or is fighting cancer and have us publish it in our blog, please email us at ariknmia@gmail.com or leave a note in the comments. Please do the same if you'd like us to ride in honor or memory of someone you know.

Be well,

Arik and Mia

http://www.livestrong.org/grassroots2009/ariknmiabike

Yay for Craigslist!

In an attempt to distract herself from the 20 page paper she was supposed to be writing, Mia decided to putter about on the Dallas Craigslist in search of some funky finds. She ventured into the "General" section, and happened upon a wondrous gem: a Mountain Hardware backpacking sleeping bag! These puppies go for 200 bucks new because they're super light, super warm, and super comfy. This one, which had been used a mere 5 times, was offered for 60! And the seller was a fellow (Oak)Cliffdweller to boot! A quick email to the seller and a call to Arik's dad, who graciously agreed to pick the bag up, and we could cross one more thing off our gear list:

We've got 5 months till our tour, are more than halfway to meeting our fundraising goal (thank you!!) and are slowly getting geared up- it's starting to sink in that we're really going to do this, and it's awesome and completely terrifying!

Be well,

Arik and Mia

http://www.livestrong.org/grassroots2009/ariknmiabike