The Uphill Battle: Blog

How to play friendly with the natives ...

Wed, 30 Jul 2008 01:28:16 GMT

I don't know if anyone else has read the Newsweek story about bike commuters, but it (and some other concerning internet commentary) have me a smidge worried about the state of bike commuting in America. And since I currently am a bike commuter, I'd like to help prevent these incidents from proliferating.

So here's the deal. I have one tip, just one, for the bike commuters of the world to prevent incident proliferation:

BE AS FRIENDLY AS HUMANLY POSSIBLE

Allow me to elaborate: Smile at all times, wave with all five fingers, mouth the word "thanks" every time someone doesn't run you over, and be very careful about running red lights, stop signs, etc.

I guess the only thing to add to that is this last piece of advice: DON'T BE A HATER—don't get super miffed at anyone for anything. Just my thoughts.

Okay, so it's been a while ...

Thu, 17 Jul 2008 15:10:38 GMT

Why am I blogging now? So I can rant and rave about something.

Already, so here's the deal: Losing weight is not a priority for me. I'm actually about two or three pounds lower (today, anyway) than I'd like to be. That probably means I'm shy on muscle mass at the moment. BUT, I know weight loss is a huge priority for a lot of people out there, so I just wanted to throw out my opinion on the subject:

First off, I think people place WAY too much emphasis on weight. Look, weight is ONE measurement for health. BMI is another. Neither of those gives you anything more than a narrow perspective of health, however. You can be low-weight and still be incredibly unhealthy. Trust me; I've seen it. So step one here is to quit worrying about the bathroom scale so much—if you're like me, your weight will vacillate by two pounds every night anyway.

Next, I keep reading these web sites that promote low-carb lifestyles. They seem to think the cause of obesity is carbohydrate. Well, I'm sorry, but the human race has been eating carbs for THOUSANDS OF YEARS, and the obesity/overweight epidemic is maybe 30 years old. "But Caloi," you say, "our ancestors were also more physically active than we are." Well, there's your solution then: Don't cut the carbs, increase the activity.

For some reason, I feel like this advice falls on some deaf ears sometimes. People seem to want to know what the minimums are when it comes to exercise—what's the minimum amount of exercise I can put in and still gain the health benefits? I'm sorry if you're someone who's asking this question, but my answer is that if you're going for the minimum, you may as well forget about it. For you to really, truly benefit from exercise, you need to enjoy what you're doing and you need to do it often. If you don't enjoy it, you won't do it often enough. If you hate treadmills, forget it. You need something you can stand to do for HOURS before you get sick of it. Those skinny cyclists and runners you know aren't putting in the minimum. They're putting in hours of exercise. They're so compelled to do it, they'll keep doing it even after they break bones and get told not to do it by their doctors. They sincerely enjoy doing it.

What kind of exercise should you do? That's partly up to you, but it's also partly up to your body. Bear in mind that the amount of muscle fiber you have will change how well you react to certain types of exercise. If you're packed more with Type II (fast-twitch) muscle fibers, you're going to run yourself into the ground trying to run marathons. Fast-twitchers are more prone to inflammation. On the other hand, if you're a Type I (slow-twitch) kinda guy (or girl), you probably won't ever see the results from lifting weights. Most of us are somewhere in between, so most of us should be doing a little of both—endurance/cardio and strength/power. You'll reach your optimal shape with a combination of both.

If you want to look at improving your eating habits, look for something that is younger than carbohydrate. In my opinion, there are really two or three ingredients you ought to watch out for in foods. These are:

Trans Fat otherwise known as hydrogenated oils. If you see hydrogenated anything oil on the label, put the food down and back away slowly. Don't buy it so you won't eat it.

High-fructose corn syrup or HFCS if you prefer. It's kinda freaky that high-fructose corn syrup was discovered at about the same time as the beginning of the obesity epidemic, and it's a bit wacky that even the experts know that the body doesn't process HFCS the same as it does other sugars.

Truth is, I'm also not a fan of caffeine or aspartame, and I avoid them like the plague. It's my opinion, but your body knows what to do with sucrose and even fructose—it doesn't know what to do with aspartame. Caffeine will just mess up your sleep cycle and force an unnecessary high on your body. I've also read it can lead to heart problems.

So that's my little treatise on health. I hope you'll take it for what it's worth, go eat some bread, stop dieting, and ignore that Atkins-funded moronic study in the New England Journal of Medicine.

Baby!

Tue, 27 May 2008 19:17:10 GMT

Okay, we had the baby. She's little and precious. I'd tell you what we named her, but this is an anonymous blog.

So how will this affect my cycling habit? I don't know yet. I've been sick all week, so I haven't exactly been tearing up the roads lately. So first, I need to get healthy again. Then I can worry about squeezing cycling time into my schedule.

In lieu of good reading on my blog today, I'll give you this link to an article about bike position on cyclingnews.com. Happy reading and riding.

Race Photo

Sat, 17 May 2008 03:51:58 GMT

So it's been almost a month since the race, and I'm just now posting a photo. Cut me some slack here; my wife's supposed to have our second child this week. I've been busy.

Anyway, some family member snapped this photo right as I came back into the transition area. I'd followed this guy with the foam helmet all through the descent—down stairs, around a bunch of crazy campus corners, etc.—and then I passed him as I realized we were coming back to the transition area. I know you're not supposed to sprint in a triathlon, but I didn't have a run split to worry about. So I couldn't think of a good reason not to stand and crank it. As you can see, I actually managed to open a pretty decent gap. Peace out, Caloi

Scope this out

Wed, 14 May 2008 14:45:47 GMT

Well, I just got accepted to grad school yesterday, which means I won't be buying a new bike for a while. Nonetheless, I couldn't help but blog about the smoothest looking mountain bike hardtail out there: The Blue XC. The good news is that the XC frameset sells for pretty close to $1,000, which means I could conceivably afford this bike some day ... if I ever strike it rich.

If you haven't ...

Mon, 05 May 2008 18:04:31 GMT

... already visited the Fat Cyclist web site, you need to go visit there now.

The Best Part

Tue, 29 Apr 2008 02:34:12 GMT

I’ve realized something I love about bike racing, specifically time trials and mountain bike races: No one shares that experience with you, and when it’s over, you are the only one who has those memories.

I suppose that sounds selfish, but when I race, I do it knowing I won’t be able to do the experience justice afterward, no matter how detailed a story I tell.

Take this last weekend for example: I did the mountain bike portion of the Fourth Street Clinic Triathlon in Salt Lake City with my brother-in-law and his wife. Perhaps the funniest part of the story happened when Chard, my bro-in-law left to go to the poolside and his wife, we’ll call her Mrs. Chard, ran to the bathroom, leaving me with both of their children. When the kids looked around and realized I wasn’t their mom, the tears flowed freely. I’m sure I made for a pretty entertaining sight for Mrs. Chard—one exasperated brother standing in the transition area surrounded by bikes holding two bawling children trying to convince them their mother would come back for them sometime.

After she took the kids to go watch their dad swim, I got all prepped to take the timing chip into the bike course. Swimmers began emerging from the pool and running up the grassy hill to the transition area where I was waiting with a few other guys who were riding the bike split for their teams as well. Soon, Chard came up the hill, looking much like everyone else who’d just emerged from the pool—pooped.

Now, I don’t know about you, but racing for me isn’t about beating a time or whatever. I just see someone ahead and chase to get those people behind me before the finish line. So when I got on my bike, I passed three people before I left 200-foot parking lot by the transition area. Then I found one of the first obstacles on the course: a four-flight staircase leading to a bridge over a major road. Well, I’m pretty good at stairs, so I passed two or three more people by the time I reached the bridge. I caught a few more people before the doubletrack started, and then the real fun began.

The dirt sections immediately had a few semi-steep inclines, or that’s how it seemed. Some people were getting off their bikes and walking. As I passed one guy, though, I realized I was still in my big ring while he had obviously shifted to something smaller.

I came up to a turnaround, and that’s when something unexpected happened: someone passed me—someone with a braided ponytail. I’d just whizzed by dozens of athletic-looking triathletes, people with ripped six-packs and huge quad muscles.

AND THEN I GOT CHICKED!

I took chase, but I got caught between some slower traffic on the brief downhill.

Someone told me the week before the race that there would be some pretty scenery on the bike course, but now that I look back, I don’t remember seeing any scenery at all. It’s probably because I was so focused on the people ahead of me. The girl who passed me was flying up the next climb. I was keeping her in my sights, but it was obvious that wouldn’t last long. As the climb pitched steeper, she quickly crested and disappeared from view while I picked off a few more stragglers on the hill behind her. By now, there were more people walking their bikes than riding.

Up around the crest, the course had even more goodies to offer. For good measure, they’d thrown in a mud puddle, some decent-sized boulders and a few more power climbs. Again, I managed to keep it upright, keep the pedals moving (although I did hop off the saddle for one quick, rocky descent) and even keep passing a few people.

I’d been gearing up for the last part of the course for a while, knowing it would likely be a downhill with a surprise or two thrown in. I’d already resolved to keep my hands off the brakes as much as possible, since I’m typically a pansy on the descents. So when I got to the downhill, I let it fly, bombing down the trail, which was less technical than I expected, headed for home. Where the trail met the pavement (the way back to the transition area) one bowlegged kid actually caught me descending an even faster pace than my own, so I naturally decided to key off of him.

Together, we weaved through the tight corners and found our way back to the four-flight staircase. I kept on his wheel even as we bounced down the staircase on our hardtails. We turned the last corner and hit the straightaway to the transition area, where I got out of the saddle and cranked out a quick sprint to gain a gap.

Passing the trees, I suddenly recognized some spectators—my in-laws, my wife and most of the rest of the family. I passed on the ankle chip to Mrs. Chard, and that was that.

Waiting around for her to come in at the finish, I spotted that amazing girl mountain biker who passed on the first loop. After she crossed the line, I couldn’t hold back, my curiosity, I had to find out where this girl got her leg power:

“So are you a pro or something?”

“Yeah, well, a pro mountain biker,” she responded.

“No kidding? Do you race the Intermountain Cup or what?”

“No, the NORBA National Series.” In case you’re not familiar, the NORBAs, or NMBS races, are the U.S. pro series. This girl was the real deal—she was out there competing with Olympians and World Champions. As it turns out, she was from Pocatello, so she actually knew a few local names I knew. To top it off, she won the female side of the triathlon.

So I’d been caught and passed by a real mountain bike pro. I could handle that.

It struck me as pretty entertaining that I keep meeting professional athletes—Sam Jurekovic, Pete Kuenneman, and Kit DesLauriers at the Teton Pass Climb back in the day, Wendy Wagner at the E100 12-hour, my cousin Brad at our family reunion, etc. etc. In what other sport can you do that? Mountain biking is cool—bottom line.

At the end of the day, our little triathlon team didn’t have such a bad day either. We managed a fourth-place finish out of the 25 or 30 triathlon teams at the race, and we had some relatively impressive results for our individual splits. But I couldn’t help apologizing to my teammates.

“Why?” you ask? I hogged the coolest leg of the race all to myself.

Bike Split

Tue, 29 Apr 2008 01:57:39 GMT

I’ve realized something I love about bike racing, specifically time trials and mountain bike races: No one shares that experience with you, and when it’s over, you are the only one who has those memories.

I suppose that sounds selfish, but when I race, I do it knowing I won’t be able to do the experience justice afterward, no matter how detailed a story I tell.

Take this last weekend for example: I did the mountain bike portion of the Fourth Street Clinic Triathlon in Salt Lake City with my brother-in-law and his wife. Perhaps the funniest part of the story happened when Chard, my bro-in-law left to go to the poolside and his wife, we’ll call her Mrs. Chard, ran to the bathroom, leaving me with both of their children. When the kids looked around and realized I wasn’t their mom, the tears flowed freely. I’m sure I made for a pretty entertaining sight for Mrs. Chard—one exasperated brother standing in the transition area surrounded by bikes holding two bawling children trying to convince them their mother would come back for them sometime.

After she took the kids to go watch their dad swim, I got all prepped to take the timing chip into the bike course. Swimmers began emerging from the pool and running up the grassy hill to the transition area where I was waiting with a few other guys who were riding the bike split for their teams as well. Soon, Chard came up the hill, looking much like everyone else who’d just emerged from the pool—pooped.

Now, I don’t know about you, but racing for me isn’t about beating a time or whatever. I just see someone ahead and chase to get those people behind me before the finish line. So when I got on my bike, I passed three people before I left 200-foot parking lot by the transition area. Then I found one of the first obstacles on the course: a four-flight staircase leading to a bridge over a major road. Well, I’m pretty good at stairs, so I passed two or three more people by the time I reached the bridge. I caught a few more people before the doubletrack started, and then the real fun began.

The dirt sections immediately had a few semi-steep inclines, or that’s how it seemed. Some people were getting off their bikes and walking. As I passed one guy, though, I realized I was still in my big ring while he had obviously shifted to something smaller. I came up to a turnaround, and that’s when something unexpected happened: someone passed me. And that someone had a braided ponytail. I’d just whizzed by dozens of cyclists, men and women, and here some girl chicked me. So naturally, I took chase, but I got caught between some slower traffic on the brief downhill.

Someone told me the week before the race that there would be some pretty scenery on the bike course, but now that I look back, I don’t remember seeing any scenery at all. It’s probably because I was so focused on the person ahead of me. The girl who passed me was flying up the next climb. I was keeping her in my sights, but it was obvious that wouldn’t last long. As the climb pitched steeper, she quickly crested and disappeared from view while I picked off a few more stragglers on the hill behind her. By now, there were more people walking their bikes than riding.

Up around the crest, the course had even more goodies to offer. For good measure, they’d thrown in a few mud puddles, some decent-sized boulders and a few more power climbs. Again, I managed to keep it upright and keep the pedals moving (although I did hop off the saddle for one quick, rocky descent) and even keep passing a few people.

I’d been gearing up for the last part of the course for a while, knowing it would likely be a downhill with a surprise or two thrown in. I’d already resolved to keep my hands off the brakes as much as possible, since I’m typically a pansy on the descents. This time, however, I only passed more people on the downhill. Where the trail met the pavement (the way back to the transition area) one bowlegged kid actually caught me descending an even faster pace than my own, so I naturally decided to key off of him.

Together, we weaved through the tight corners and found our way back to the four-flight staircase. I kept close on him even as we bounced down the staircase on our hardtails. We turned the last corner and hit the straightaway to the transition area, where I got out of the saddle and re-passed him.

I passed on the ankle chip to our runner, and that was that.

Waiting around for her to come in at the finish, I spotted that amazing girl mountain biker who passed on the first loop. After she crossed, I tracked her down and asked a few questions:

“So are you a pro or something?”

“Yeah, well, a pro mountain biker.”

“No kidding? Do you race the Intermountain Cup or what?”

“No, just the NORBA National Series.”

So I’d been caught and passed by a real mountain bike pro. As it turns out, she was from Pocatello, so she actually knew a few local names I knew. To top it off, she won the female side of the triathlon.

It struck me as pretty entertaining that I keep meeting legitimate professional athletes at these races—Sam Jurekovic and Kit DesLauriers at the Teton Pass Climb back in the day, Wendy Wagner at the E100 12-hour, my cousin Brad at our family reunion, etc. etc. I think the Intermountain West has some pretty cool pro athletes, if you don’t mind my saying.

At the end of the day, our little triathlon team didn’t have such a bad day either. We managed a fourth-place finish out of the 25 or 30 triathlon teams at the race, and we had some relatively impressive results for our individual splits.

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Back to work after baby–how do you know when you’re ready?
http://lifestyle.msn.com/familyandparenting/articleNW.aspx?cp-documentid=5797498&ocid=T067MSN40A0701A

Fit

Thu, 27 Mar 2008 21:42:41 GMT

I remember riding around on my road bike almost in the months after I bought it (almost four years ago). The shop-hand had given me a lecture about how too many people ride in the drops and end up getting back pain as a result, so I was initially hesitant to ride aerodynamically. I even did my first time trial--the Targee Hill Climb--without placing my hands in the drops at all. I will always remember the response of those in my Tuesday night ride group when I told them my time: "Oh, hmmm," translation: Newbie, you stink!

So when I did finally get around to putting my hands in the drops on the group ride, I was somewhat surprised to find that my speed picked up about a mile or two per hour, which is significant if you think about it. I'm sure aerodynamics had something to do with that, but I knew it was more than that: the position was more powerful, not just less wind-resistant.

Since those days, I've tinkered with my position so much that I'm sure I'll never be able to replicate the way it was set up when I bought it. Heck, I even have aerobars on it now. Still, I remember that, last year, when I had my real breakout time trial and bikesplit (triathlon) performances, I had that same feeling—my body was where it needed to be in relation to the pedals. Unfortunately, I've gullibly changed my position since then because of silly things I've read on the internet. I now realize the lesson here: When you find a good thing, stick with it.

After all, a position that maximizes your sweet spot is priceless in bicycle racing.

But, I must say, I just came across a gem of an article on the subject. It's pretty technical and complicated, and it will likely take some time to digest. But it (and the article I have linked on the blog here) is one of the few things I've read about bike fit that really seems to resonate with my experience with the subject.

Oh, and it's written by Keith Bontrager, bike engineering genius. How's that for ethical appeal?

Why Gibo may be the niftiest pro in Europe ...

Sat, 22 Mar 2008 14:33:00 GMT

Gibo, Gilberto Simoni, two-time winner of the Giro d'Italia, the guy who could outclimb Pantani (even a bit during his amateur years), may actually be sorta cool despite being totally euro. No, I don't think "cool" and "euro" usually go well together. On the contrary, "euro" and "doper" usually fit much better. But, at least I hope, Gibo may break the mold.

The real reason I'm thinking Gibo is sorta nifty is this: After doing a mountain bike marathon as a training ride, Gibo suddenly realized that mountain biking is more fun than road biking—REVELATION! Of course, he's not the first road pro to realize this. But unlike the rest, Gibo is actually willing to basically scrap his road bike season after the Giro this year to compete in mountain bike events. C'mon, you have to admit, that's pretty cool.

Competing with competition: overcoming your worst enemy

Tue, 26 Feb 2008 21:38:11 GMT

My wife's due date for the birth of our second kid is in just four months. No pressure on me, but I'm hoping to get up Teton Pass a few more times before that happens. I'm still trying to reconcile my "no goals, no competition" mindset with my "must get up Teton Pass in less than 40 minutes" obsession. They're a bit incongruous, it seems, and the truth is that I don't really have time to be "competitive" about anything right now.

But that gets me on a subject that's been on my mind lately: The uselessness of intensity. I'm not talking about workout intensity; I'm talking about "attitude" or football player intensity. I used to be pretty intense about sports. I took them pretty seriously. I wasn't afraid of a little contact, some growling, snarling and other generally inhuman behavior. So when I got into cycling, I started off looking pretty intense—gritting my teeth, being "mentally tough," gut-checking, and "releasing my anger" as I hammered out a sprint.

Then, a few time trials and disappointing races later, I realized something: that whole "mental toughness" schtick wasn't helping. In fact, if anything, it was making me a much less pleasant person to be around during competition. After all, this is RACING we're talking about. That element of going toe to toe with your competition is nonexistent.

So what's the right approach? I'm sure it's different for everyone, but here's my take on the subject: In racing, it's all about your preparation. Being more or less "fierce" on race day is meaningless. It's what you put in during the weeks and months before the race that will make you faster or slower. So show up on race day and be happy with what you can put into it.

Now, granted, if you sabotage yourself with mechanical problems or a poor nutrition strategy on race day, that can ruin your day, but that's the next important point: sometimes you have a rotten day. That's the nature of racing. Sometimes your body is up; sometimes it's down. Sometimes it's down even when you really really need it to be up. If you race, you just have to accept that fact.

About competition: If there's a race you feel some sort of inordinate pressure about—you feel like you have to beat someone or your self-esteem is riding on a certain result—you probably shouldn't be doing that race. It's a sign that you've already taken an unhealthy approach to it. Find something else you don't have any expectations for and enter it. Racing is a privilege. Racing is fun. When it becomes stress instead of fun, you're abusing the privilege.

Competition, in theory, should result in you reaching your best. When you race, you either go off the front, give your best and win, or you key off the guys in front of you and give your very best. It's giving your all and seeing what you're made of that makes it fun. Those moments where I'm saying to myself "I can get that guy ahead of me" are some of my favorite race memories. In races where I've gone in with this mindset I don't find myself getting upset or frustrated when someone gets ahead of me. That's racing. You smile and keep giving it your all.

After all, if you can't "not win" once in a while, you'd better stick to racing losers.

The Best Bike for Your Buck in 2008

Sun, 10 Feb 2008 02:06:43 GMT

Manufacturers are now posting their 2008 bikes and prices, and I am, of course, taking notes. I was a little disappointed to see some companies raising prices on bikes that were not improved in the least since last year. Most notably, I helped my brother-in-law get a brand-new Trek FX 7.2 for $375 this past summer, and that same bike is now up to at least $475—no improvements, no changes, just $100 more on the price tag. Obviously the commuter bike market is hot right now.

Fortunately for you and me, the hardtail mountain bike scene must not be nearly as hot. Yes, Trek still has its prices up nice and high, even for 28-pound frames, but Specialized is being a little more flexible this year.

"What makes you say that?" you ask, noting that their bikes, for the most part cost pretty much the same as they did last year.

"Well," I answer, "have you checked out the frame material for the $590 Rockhopper hardtail?"

That's right, it's M4 aluminum. What does that mean? Well, last year the least expensive M4 frame was the Rockhopper Pro at $1,100. It's the lighter of the Specialized aluminums—the other one being the A1. Yep, that's right, this is a paperweight aluminum frame selling for LESS THAN $600!!!

I can't even tell you how disappointed I was to realize that I don't have a spare $600 right now.

Nonetheless, if anyone at Specialized is reading (HA!), like, say, Ned Overend, I should point out that I'm a professional writer who'd be perfectly willing to type up a review, advertising text, whatever in exchange for a sweet, cheap hardtail Rockhopper. Did you hear that, Specialized guys?

[cricket, cricket]

Did anyone hear that?

Bueller?

The wind ...

Tue, 29 Jan 2008 04:48:02 GMT

Was gusting up to 54 mph at one point when I looked at the weather online. Yikes. Otherwise, it was a balmy 25 degrees outside. I couldn't help but think that the wind might've made for interesting flat time trial weather. That thought, of course, brought to mind some of the days when I tried to time trial in wind gusting up to 30 mph. My 10-mile time trial time dropped by about three minutes, and I spent most of the time listing to the right. Very strange.

That stuff's not my focus this year, anyway. Instead, I've been thinking more about Teton Pass, which is more a haven for backcountry snowboarders and skiers right now. Wanna see evidence? Here are the current conditions on Teton Pass.

By the way ...

Sat, 26 Jan 2008 15:29:17 GMT

Check out this nifty YouTube vid from SRAM.

Do or do not ...

Fri, 25 Jan 2008 23:01:05 GMT

I know, my blog is about as lively as a potato field in winter. Such is life. So today, I want to give you an update on what I'm up to cycling-wise, or more accurately, what I'm trying to be up to.

So it works like this, I went to New York for Christmas, walked the whole time, and didn't turn a single pedal while I was there (when I brought up the idea of renting a bike and riding through Central Park, all of my non-cycling family members—each one of them, that is—cringed). I did my best to run up stairs when possible, though we did skip the Empire State Building.

My plan was to start off the year with at least a six-week block of riding the trainer at SMAC level. What is SMAC? Sub-maximal aerobic conditioning. Yes, I made the term up myself (just picture me glowing with pride). The idea is that you ride just below the upper end of your aerobic HR zone, which for me amounts to about 150 bpm. The challenge is keeping your HR from going higher. Anyway, that's how I planned to build my base—doing that for an hour per session, three sessions per week.

I also wanted to include the occasional day of sprint work on the mountain bike, weather permitting. Well, the weather isn't permitting, so I haven't done that once yet this winter, which is a bit tragic to me. I'd like to work up some upper end fitness at some point, never mind the leg strength.

See, the whole idea behind all of this training was to get fit and make a solid run at Teton Pass in the spring and finally get that 40-minute goal behind me. Then I can get back to time trials, for which I only need a 30-minute base.

So that's what I wanted to do. What's actually happening? Well, we got back from New York, and I almost immediately caught a head cold. When I thought I was over it, I did a trainer ride. It turns out I wasn't over it, and I got even sicker. Then I started teaching my night class and got even sicker ... just kidding. Actually my night class has been a lot of fun, but it's just one more night I can't ride the trainer.

So my wife and daughter left town for a solid two weeks, during which I expected to be riding the trainer every day. Would you know it, that was when I got really really sick.

But you know, through all of this, I'm not doing too bad. My endurance is all right when I do get on the trainer. My bodyfat is staying relatively low. My legs are even perhaps getting more muscley because I keep doing squat workouts when I don't have time to ride the trainer.

(By the way, squat workouts, at least ones that aren't too intense, really didn't even exacerbate my condition when I was sick. If you get sick too, you'll have to try it out.)

So really, what do I have to complain about? I might just go for it and make that early season bid for Teton Pass. And I might just be smiling the whole way up.

NYC

Sun, 13 Jan 2008 00:32:01 GMT

Yes, I saw some people riding some nice road bikes in New York City, but by far the best rides were the singlespeed/fixed gears I spotted. Here's just one bike that happened to pose for me. Note the track handlebars, smooth-looking rear wheel, single gear, no visible breaks, etc. etc. I guess the track stand/sprint would be more valuable in a world with stoplights and short city blocks, eh?

By the way ... Did you guys hear, the Gatto Nero is returning to the Giro? (Scroll down to the bottom of the newspage, by the way.) I think this is going to be a pretty cool competition—who can be last without going outside the time limit? I may even be more interested in that jersey than the Maglia Rosa. And it's nice to see a jersey that doesn't require EPO to win.

Update from the Big Apple

Mon, 24 Dec 2007 05:50:44 GMT

Yup, it's true. We're doing Christmas in New York City with my sister this year. Before I left, my coworkers kept telling me how fortunate I was to be going. I told them it would likely shape out to just be a massive shopping trip for my mother and sister. So far, my prediction has proven correct.

But the shopping trip hasn't stopped me from scoping out the bikes of NYC. I've seen a few newer road bikes, nothing that looks like it cost more than two grand, and a heckuvalot of junky Wal-Mart style bikes. More impressive, though, is this style of bike I've never seen before: It's a singlespeed road bike, obviously for a bike messenger, with a set of really skinny flat handlebars--probably no wider than 20 cm. I'm assuming the bars are for weaving in and out of traffic(?).

Anyway, expect a more complete report at a later time. In the meantime, Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, and scope this out for an example of New York City bikeriding.

Phenomenon

Thu, 20 Dec 2007 20:04:40 GMT

Last night, I did 29 chin-ups in one set—a new record for me. It was particularly satisfying because I hadn't done a single chin-up in two weeks or more. That may have also been my performance advantage—tapering. But I somehow forgot about the disadvantages that sometimes come with performance.

See, this morning, I woke up feeling grouchy. I got to work, and I grouched when something didn't go my way. After a few hours, I found myself sitting and thinking, "Why am I so stinkin' grouchy today?" Then I realized: I did 29 chin-ups last night.

This is a pattern I've noticed in myself over time—anytime I really really exert myself when my body wasn't properly conditioned to do so, I wake up the next morning feeling like I want to chew someone out, not to mention being sore and absent-minded.

So what I'm wondering is this: Am I the only one who experiences grouchiness after totally exerting myself?

The Blog Roll

I know I haven't been blogging all that much lately. Instead of feeling guilty about it, I'm just going to direct your attention to some other interesting bike blogs. Here's one I just discovered today: Sam Jurekovic's Blog. Sam is on the junior mtb racing team. Perhaps my most embarrassing moment in life was the day I went to the Teton Pass Climb (only my second race ever), and asked some random kid where I stick my race number. I then proceeded to do the race with a t-shirt. The kid, of course, was Sam J. That year, Sam went to World's, and the next year he came back and won the Pass Climb.

That first year, though, the race was won by none other than Matt Shriver. I can also list one of my embarrassing moments as having asked Matt's brother some other ridiculous question before the start. I don't know how I do it, but somehow, I always manage to pick out the race winner and embarrass myself by talking to him—yet another strange phenomenon.

On that note, I would be remiss to leave out Dave Harris, who I parked my bike next to at the start of the E100 12-hour. I managed to keep my mouth shut this time because I knew I recognized him from somewhere. That somewhere, of course, was the E100 video. Dave went on to win that day, and Botched and I survived (which was my goal).

Anyway, none of these guys is reputed as a brilliant blogger or anything, but I actually found some pretty good reading on there. Matt Shriver had a top 10 finish at the National Road Championship last year (when George Hincapie won), Sam won the U23 cross country National Champs this year, and Dave, last time I checked, crashed hard at the BC bike race. Take the time to read Sam's national champ story—it should make up for the lack of content here.

Not Bad

Mon, 10 Dec 2007 19:11:17 GMT

Well, I didn't do great on the math section--only in the 47th percentile--but the verbal reasoning section was a different story. For the verbal section, I scored a 760, which probably means nothing to you, but it's well into the 99th percentile. I'm still a little nervous about the written section, which I won't be getting for two weeks. Either way, I'm hoping this expanded some options for me.

I really wanted to ride on Saturday, but it didn't pan out. I actually busted my seatpost ring--the second time that's happened this month. In the words of Bullwinkle, "I guess I don't know my own strength." With the bike on the trainer, I think I'm getting a little more leverage on the multitool—perhaps a little too much. Anyway, I then went to take the mountain bike out, and after the first mile I realized my chain wasn't shifting properly. It turns out one of my pins was coming loose and had added a new stiffness to one of my links. After about a half hour of tinkering with a chain tool, I gave in and went to the bike shop for some spare parts—a new seat ring for the road bike and a SRAM powerlink for the mountain bike. And that was about all the time I had allotted for riding a bike.

I won't even tell you how much of that time was spent wringing my hands in absolute frustration.

To top it off, I was running an errand for my wife yesterday and took a hard fall on some concrete. I now have a gauze pad soaking up blood on my throbbing knee. So that means I may not be riding until tomorrow (if I'm lucky). An old friend is planning on joining me for a snowshoe hike up the old mountain bike trails on Saturday, so I'm not too worried about my newfound belly softness.

But yeah, tomorrow I have an interview at my alma mater for an adjunct teaching position. I might be picking up a night class for some extra cash (provided I get the job). That means it might be a busy four months.

Big Week

Thu, 06 Dec 2007 23:13:05 GMT

Sorry, all. I haven't given up on cycling, I swear. I'm just preparing to take the GRE this weekend (that's the exam you have to take to get into grad school). I'm a little nerve-wracked, but no big deal. I'll tell you guys how I did.

Is anyone else concerned ...

Tue, 27 Nov 2007 21:05:36 GMT

... about the high frequency of endurance athlete deaths lately? I read recently about Ryan Shay, who died at the US Olympic Marathon Trials, and then, just yesterday, I read about Mike Janelle, the pro mountain biker and roadie.

Does anyone else find that alarming?

I guess the thing that has me worried is the possibility that maybe, just maybe we're barking up the wrong tree with our fitness goals here in the US of A. I've read some things lately that suggest that perhaps exercise isn't the life preserver we all thought it was.

I don't think I know enough about the issue to take a position on it just yet. I also have no idea if I have an 'enlarged heart' or 'hypertrophic cardiomyopathy.' And, I suppose, you can die from just about anything, so why get uptight about this?

Still, as much as I like riding a bike or getting a workout, it's definitely not worth dying early for.

Quit Yer Subluxating Already!

Thu, 15 Nov 2007 18:30:00 GMT

I tend to side with the school of thought that says that stretching causes more injuries than it prevents. That said, Yoga, I think, is useful for something: It's good rehab for joint problems, I think.

What's my justification for that?

It seems to me that you get joint irregularities (those characterized as 'overuse' injuries) when certain muscles become too tight or strong while their opposing muscles atrophy or simply remain weak. How can stretching (aka Yoga) help with that situation? It makes those larger, stronger muscles a little less tight, reducing the constant strain of a tight muscle across a joint.

I'm actually hoping this will help with my current situation. As you may already be aware, I've been lifting weights since the end of the summer. I think I've gained some strength, but in recent weeks, I've been feeling a weird popping sensation in my knee (I just learned the scientific term: subluxation). I've also been tweaking my cleats here and there trying to get the position perfect. Actually, I feel like a bit of a moron on that one—my cleats were fine before I started messing with them. Now I can't help but wonder if that's the cause of my subluxation.

But as is, I may be looking at a week or two off the bike. I guess I couldn't ask for a easier week, though. We're planning on leaving town for Thanksgiving next week, so I shouldn't be anywhere near my bikes for most of that time (unless I diabolically sneak one into the trunk of the car before leaving town), and to top it off I'm looking at taking the GRE the week after that, which would mean I'd be too busy studying to turn the pedals prior to the test.

Yeah, so I'm hoping I can increase my ... limber-ness and therefore remove the annoying clicking that has just lately started to occur anytime I walk down stairs. So what do you guys think? Will it work? I'd hate to waste a doctor's visit on it, but if it doesn't go away soon, I might just do that. I also don't want to leave it until it's permanent, y'know. How obnoxious would that be?

The Annual Health Exam

Tue, 13 Nov 2007 22:37:26 GMT

Just like the past two Novembers, I had my insurance health exam just yesterday. I was disappointed with some results and pleased with others, but all in all, there weren't really any dramatic changes—and that was a bit of a let down.

Perhaps most interesting, my blood pressure 'worsened.' See, I have a thing with needles—they freak me out. I can even sit there and let someone put it in, but I get really tense when it happens. I sorta freak out on the inside. Go figure, immediately after being poked with a needle, I was shuffled into the blood pressure line. I asked the nurse to check it twice for my convenience. The first check showed 140/90—right on the line to be considered hypertensive. But the second check (administered immediately after the first check) was already down to 134/84. Usually, in any other doctor's office, my blood pressure is more like 112/72-ish (even when I got my wisdom teeth removed earlier this year), so I'm going to chalk that one up to test or needle anxiety.

I was a bit weirded out when they decided to do a bodyfat analysis. Just two weeks ago, I checked on the hand-held bodyfat analyzer at the gym, and it gave me about 7 percent. For my insurance exam, I registered 13 percent. Just today, I checked at the gym again and it was more like 10 percent.

The part that really surprised me was my cholesterol. I'd been eating 'healthy' for the entire year just hoping to bring this number down from last year. Last November I registered a 126 for LDL, a 49 for HDL, and a 193 for total cholesterol, so I was hoping to beat these numbers. This year, my LDL was 123—pretty much the same—my HDL was an incredible 61 (I have yet to talk to another male whose HDL was higher than 50), but my total cholesterol was 201 (!). My blood sugar, which changes from day to day anyway, was up to 91, while my triglycerides, which weren't checked last year, were a mere 87.

So when you get done with your tests, they steer you into a room with a consultant to tell you how to 'improve.' Our nurse started by asking about the bodyfat numbers, which evidently didn't get recorded, so I told her about my conundrum with the differences from one week to the next. Her reply, "Oh, well, usually only athletes have bodyfat percentages as low as 7 or 8—marathon runners and that sort of thing." I was pretty disgusted with the system by this point, so I just sort of rolled my eyes while my wife tried to explain to the woman that I work out WAY more than I need to. I suppose I need to run marathons to get my normal bodyfat numbers back.

Next, she tried to instruct me about lowering my total cholesterol. "That's usually accomplished with dietary changes ..." I cut her off to save time, "I've already tried that. It doesn't look like it worked." I suppose I was a bit rude, but I was feeling pretty impatient with it at this point.

Two thoughts:

1. It's possible that I messed up my bod by eating a bunch of unhealthy foods the night before. We were invited over to a Sunday night pre-Thanksgiving feast with a few other couples, and I had plenty of chicken, potatoes, gravy, pumpkin pie, etc. Still, I would that that would only affect my blood sugar and perhaps my triglycerides (again, my blood sugar was high, but the triglycerides were very very low).

2. I've read a few things in recent months suggesting that extremely carb-filled diets (probably including my own) tend to promote internal inflammation while diets higher in veggie content tend to reduce it. I'm not talking about vegetarian diets, by the way—this has nothing to do with meats. But here's my thought process: cholesterol is basically just your body's resurfacing agent for your vascular system. It exists to fill in the cracks when your blood vessels are damaged. Damage is probably related to inflammation. Perhaps my LDLs are higher because I'm eating a diet that's promoting inflammation in my blood vessels. Perhaps if I ate more veggies, I'd fix that problem.

Trouble is, I've never really been a huge veggie fan. I suppose I'll have to think this over and perhaps do some experimenting. Hmmmm.

Anyway, those are my thoughts.

My recovery workout

Thu, 08 Nov 2007 21:34:12 GMT

If you're like me, you probably want to exercise more than you should. Fortunately, I keep too busy to be able to work out every day. But even if I didn't have other reasons, I'd still be an advocate of taking two days off each week for recovery. Yes, two FULL DAYS—try not to panic.

I used to think you ought to limit your body movements as much as possible on a recovery day. My thinking has since changed. I already spend more than enough time just sitting at a chair staring at a computer—I don't need a recovery day for that. So where I used to be an advocate of inactive recovery, I'm now a definite active recovery proponent. Yes, you can recover by taking a bike ride, in my opinion, but I think there's another option as well. Consider this for a recovery activity: walking.

Why walking? Well, here are my reasons:

• You're still moving enough to get your blood flowing, albeit at a heart rate that would generally be considered below your training level. You're moving enough to get your juices flowing, and flushing out the debris from your workout is an important part of the inflammation process which governs all exercise improvement.

• Being outside and moving slowly exposes you to sunlight, a great source of vitamin D. Vitamin D is necessary to absorb calcium into your bones. Wanna avoid getting osteoporosis or some other bone-density issues? Make sure you get your sunlight every day. Walking is a great way to do that.

• It's low-level exercise, really. It's what our bodies are used to doing—most people used to get their strength from working and walking (that was before we all took jobs gazing at screens all day). With walking, you're not exerting yourself to a degree where you'll need a recovery day to recover from your recovery day—it isn't severe enough to cause you to release cortisol as a result of stress. It's still, in my opinion, healthier for your body than lying in bed or sitting at a computer.

Besides taking a walk, I think it's a good idea to massage out any tight or sore muscle groups. A little bit of stretching won't hurt. Some deep breathing might not kill you either. But take it easy. Don't stress. Get a full night's rest.

How about you readers (the thousands of people who come here every day)? What do you typically do to recover?

See the Light—A Quick Physics Lesson

Fri, 02 Nov 2007 17:16:12 GMT

Every once in a while I read something spurious on all of these athletic sites I visit that just irks me, that leaves me thinking, “Where did this guy get his information? Has he done any research or talked to anyone with any kind of experience?” Today’s post is about one of those.

I came across an article recently where someone suggested getting a lighter bike as a key to a better bike split in a triathlon. Lest you believe I totally disagree with that idea, I would like to state that, yes, a lighter frame can sometimes make you faster—but sometimes, it makes no difference at all. It really depends on the topography and a few other things. Allow me to explain:

The whole idea behind the bicycle was that you let the machine carry your weight rather than hauling it yourself. On climbs, weight plays a huge role as you have to push the whole package (machine, man, clothing, hydration, etc.) up the hill. But most triathlons don’t take place on daunting climbs. Most of them, while perhaps featuring the occasional climb, take place on relatively flat roads. And on flats, it’s all about aerodynamics—weight isn’t even a secondary concern (I’d place it pretty far down the list, actually). The truth about riding on flat roads—as any roadie from the Tuesday-night group ride can tell you—is that the bike renders weight a virtual non-factor. The bike is carrying all of your weight for you, and once that body gets in motion, it tends to stay in motion—so you really just need to get it moving.

Now, granted, spinning weight is a different subject, though it does function on the same physical principles. The drive train and wheels, if lighter, can improve your speed somewhat. But even then, you don’t want paperweight wheels because they won’t carry as much momentum. In a flat time trial, momentum is what allows a rider to ease off from time to time—it’s a crucial determiner of speed and exertion.

Even bodyweight has only a minimal effect on speed on flat roads. Take a look at the current World Time Trial Champ—Fabian Cancellara (hang in there, Dave Z, it’s your turn next year!): Does Fabian look light to you? His web site reports his weight to be about 80 kilos or about 176 pounds (and you can bet that’s a conservative estimate). That means he’s about 16 pounds heavier than Lance Armstrong was. It’s his weight—the muscle power in his thighs—that allows him to be the world’s best time trialist.

One piece I read in Joe Lindsay’s blog at Bicycling.com suggested that a full 90 percent of the resistance against a cyclist comes from aerodynamic forces—from the wind and air the rider is moving against—and two-thirds of that 90 percent (so 60 percent, I suppose?) comes from drag produced by the rider. Even drivetrain resistance accounts for a mere one percent. Granted, as the road becomes steeper and the rider moves slower, aerodynamics factor less and less into the equation.

So what’s the take-home principle? Improve your legs and your lungs BEFORE you go drop a bunch of cash on a more expensive bike, improve your own aerodynamics, and make only smart upgrades. What would be a smart upgrade for a triathlete? Well, maybe some slightly lighter, more aerodynamic wheels, perhaps an aero helmet, and of course a set of aero bars. Save the 15-pound frame for when you plan on racing up 10-percent gradients at high altitude (where aerodynamic resistance is less of a concern).

Doze, yo.

Tue, 23 Oct 2007 01:43:44 GMT

I wrote an article for work recently about sleep. I don't think they plan on using it—there's a conflict of interests that I was fully aware of when I wrote it. Maybe I'll submit it somewhere else. In the mean time, you get the athletic short end of it.

Face the facts, as athletes, sleep matters. It can make a huge difference between your recovery and feeling like absolute garbage. Sleep, you may be aware, is the time your body uses to restore and repair muscle tissue damaged during training or racing—the micro-tears caused through the inflammation process in your body when you work out. Sleep is the time when your body releases natural HGH. Sleep is how you get stronger.

So how do you capitalize on it? In order to answer that question, I must first do some esplaining: Ahem, sleep is managed by two body systems—your homeostatic system and your circadian rhythm. I wish I was still in contact with Botched, 'cuz he was actually doing some really fascinating research on the circadian rhythm when he was finishing his PhD. Yeah, my job sounded pretty pathetic compared to his.

Anyway, the homeostatic part of your body's sleep system revolves, as far as we know, around a substance in our bodies called adenosine. You may recognize that from the term "adenosine triphosphate," our basic unit of cellular energy along with its companion adenosine diphosphate, depending on the energy system at work. In your brain, however, adenosine functions as a soporific agent that causes you to sleep. When you wake in the morning, your adenosine levels have usually been cleared from your blood during the night. During the day, adenosine accumumlates, slowly making you more and more tired until nighttime when you lay down and do some shleeping. Then you wake back up and start all over again.

Then there's your circadian rhythm. As I understand it, your circadian rhythm is extremely sensitive to light. It also sticks pretty closely to a set schedule. Like I said, if Botched were still around (and if you are still reading, Botched, feel free to weigh in on this with your PhD intelligent-ness) then he could shed some greater light on the subject. But for now, we're going to stick with the facts I do know.

Okay, so how do you take advantage of your newfound sleep knowledge? Like this:

1. Sleep on a regular schedule. Sounds easy enough, right? What about on Saturday mornings when you get to sleep in? Yeah, stick to your schedule. Sundays? Stick to the schedule. Holidays? Schedule. 'Nuf said.

2. Avoid caffeinated beverages, foods, etc. Caffeine is an adenosine inhibitor (Botched, again, if you're reading, do you recognize that term?), which means basically that it resists adenosine in your body. "That's great!" you say, thinking that it's nice to get your cup of jo in the mornings. Okay, here's the problem with it: caffeine has a half-life in your body of about 3–7 hours. That means it could be 18-35 hours before you get your cup of jo out of your system. Even then, one of caffeine's metabolites is theobromine, which is also an adenosine antagonist, meaning it also inhibits your ability to sleep.

3. Use light to your advantage. Your circadian rhythm is sensitive to light, remember? So when it's time to go to sleep, turn the lights all off. Make it as dark as it can get. Then when you wake up in the morning, don't grope in the dark, turn the lights on and wake your body up. Make the contrast more severe and it will bode well for your circadian rhythm.

4. Milk. As I understand it, tryptophan really does cause some release of some neurotransmitter that makes you feel sleepy. So how do you get tryptophan in your system? I've heard it's in turkey, but who wants to eat a bunch of turkey chunks before sleep? No one I know. Milk has tryptophan in trace amounts. How much tryptophan do you need? I dunno, maybe only the amount available in milk. Even if it isn't enough tryptophan, milk is a base and will suppress acids that would otherwise cause acid reflux, heartburn, whatever ails ya. And the protein, saturated fat, lactose, etc. will be useful for your body during the sleep-recovery process. Got milk?

5. This goes without saying, but be a little more active. Greater activity levels are associated with higher adenosine in your blood. So if you're more active during the day, you should be more tired at night. I suppose if the rest of this doesn't work, you can try taking a nap early in the day (perhaps during a coffee break in which you are no longer drinking coffee?).

These are my ideas. Take 'em or leave 'em. But really, my one-year-old can testify to the effectiveness of most of these techniques (though she's never really had a coffee addiction—probably never will), of course, she also needs to learn how to talk first. How 'bout y'all—any sleep ideas? Thoughts on the subject?

Whoa!

Fri, 12 Oct 2007 03:43:04 GMT

Okay, I just noticed all of the hits my blog is getting today. To those of you passing through from the Spaces main page, thanks for visiting. I don't usually blog every day anymore, but I suppose I can make an exception this week (don't tell my boss, but I'm also quite bored at work). Feel free to scan the archives—I think you'll find some interesting stuff back in the earlier days of the blog

I suppose I ought to introduce myself. You can call me Caloi. That just happens to be the brand name on the downtube of my lime green mountain bike. I'm pretty sure I'm one of ten people left in the United States with a Caloi mountain bike. From what I've seen of their latest bikes, that's a good thing.

Anyway, as the subtitle states, I'm a weekend warrior. That means I squeeze training time in during lunch hours at work, for brief intervals after I get home, and occasionally on, you guessed it, the weekend. Don't let the scant training times fool you, though. I still managed to take three minutes out of my ten-mile time trial last year. I'm certainly not going pro anytime soon, but that doesn't stop me from enjoying the sport.

Each of the past years, I've picked some different aspect of sport to focus on.

• My first year, 2004, I went to a couple of bike races in nearby Jackson Hole, Wyoming. One was a mountain climb up Teton Pass—a viciously steep road on the south end of the Teton Range. I got my rear handed to me by the mountain and immediately fell in love with racing my bike on mountains. Later that year, I put together a team for our college triathlon with a really fast runner, me on the bike and a very attractive swimmer. We won by more than six minutes and I married the swimmer the next year.

• In '05 I went back to Teton Pass in substantially worse shape (gimme a break, I'd just gotten married) and puked at the race. Still one of my proudest moments ever.

• Last year, in '06, I gave mountain biking a shot and won the beginner division of my first cross country race. About a month later, I got my rear end kicked by a 12-hour mountain bike race (which I did as part of a two-man team) in Park City, Utah. I did five laps totalling 50 miles, and I only hated lap number 3. The rest were a lot of fun.

• This year, it was time trialing. I figured I had time enough for that. As it turns out, I realy like time trialing. I just can't convince my wife to buy me a Giro Advantage helmet for Christmas.

I also tried my first couple of triathlons this year. As much as I enjoyed those races, and I really did enjoy them, they definitely reaffirmed my conviction that I'm a time trialist doing triathlons, not a triathlete.

So what's the purpose of the blog? Well, whenever I get long-winded or didactic or in a good old-fashioned tissy fit, I spill the beans here. I used to blog every day, but after the birth of my beautiful baby girl, the choice came between blogging and cycling. Guess which one wins out. After all, what would I have to write about if I wasn't riding?

Like I wrote before, thanks for visiting. Feel free to drop a line about yourself. Maybe I can scope out your site as well, eh?

Iron-Folk

Thu, 11 Oct 2007 18:24:33 GMT

I'm pretty excited for this Saturday—the Ironman World Championship. I have my favorites, and I wonder how they'll fare. Truth is, I'd like to see a repeat of 2005 with Faris Al-Sultan winning the men's side and Natascha Badmann winning the women's side, but it's hard to say how everyone will stack up.

Faris, who my wife (with some disgust) refers to as "Speedo guy," has to be my favorite pro athlete at the moment. He's exemplary in more than one way. For example:

• Attitude: "The world keeps going its way whether I win or lose," he told Outside magazine before his '05 win. "It's just a sport, and I can't get crazy about it."

That's probably my all-time favorite sports quotation. It should be the weekend warrior's mantra. Unfortunately, some of us take our sports just a little too seriously (and certainly Faris' attitude changed somewhat when he won the World Champs and had to carry that mantel around) where we should be doing the sport for the simple enjoyment of doing the sport. Faris very obviously does his sport because he loves it. He's the kind of guy I totally could've hung out with in college—even if I couldn't have kept up with him on the bike.

• Strategy: While the last part sets Faris apart from other pros, this part really sets him apart from other pros. Faris is a "balanced" triathlete, meaning he's not really weak in any discipline—although his run isn't exceptional either. Yet, when he races, he just goes to the front and pours on the power whether swimming, cycling or running. He clearly expends more energy than many of the other pros as he spends so much time out front, but you know what? He doesn't care. He's not going to change his strategy because he feels that's how races are supposed to be raced.

He's also a bit of a purist. He doesn't shave anything but his legs before a race, he wears a Speedo (like the triathlon heroes of yore), and he refuses to look at his powermeter numbers during a race.

• Bike: Faris rides a Cannondale. I ride a Cannondale. We might as well be long-lost cousins.

On the women's side, I'd love to see Natascha come back to the front of the race. Granted, she has some scary rivalry coming from last year's champ, Michellie Jones, who's also super-cool, a few IronSophomores, Juniors and Seniors Kate Major, Jo Lawn and Desiree Ficker, and some Ironfreshman, Leanda Cave and Canadian Sam McGlone (you gotta cheer for the canucks!).

• Attitude: Nonetheless, Natascha's the coolest of the bunch. Last year, she got sick (something a lot of race predictors overlooked when making their predictions) and finished a mere 10th (her lowest ever). When asked if the experience ruined her day, Natascha said, "It felt like I'd won." Her victory dance almost had you thinking she won, too.

She got into triathlon because she enjoyed it, and she's vowed to leave the sport as soon as it stops being fun. How cool is that?

• Strategy: Natascha's swim leaves some to be desired. Hey, so does mine! She can outbike any pro out there, and yes, I'm including Michellie in that group (Michellie just outbiked and outran the swimmers last year—look at the stats, Desiree Ficker outsplit her on both the run and the bike). Any pro who wins the race primarily off the bike earns some amount of respect from me. And 2005 proved she can run down a competitor or two as well. She's strictly anti-drafting (and anti-doping), and she shows all of her competitors a ton of respect.

• Bike: Okay, it's not a Cannondale, but have you seen her bike? That thing's an aerodynamic machine! Here, allow me to snag this photo from her website for evidence. I can't be the only one who gets covetous when she pulls that thing out of T1. Granted, it's not really my size ...

• History: I think Natascha has one of the coolest stories out there—an overweight and almost completely inactive secretary who somehow connects with an endurance coach and, after years of training, becomes a world champ. How's that for inspiration?

So those are my picks. I'll admit, I'm wondering if Craig Alexander, Macca, Sam McGlone or Des Ficker are going to spoil the party, but we'll see. Even if they do, these two will probably still be my inspiration for the time being.

Health Blogging?

Wed, 10 Oct 2007 14:28:21 GMT

I've been a bit of a health nut in recent months. Truth is, I've been reading a lot about certain health subjects for the sake of my job as I've been asked to write about certain health subjects lately. It's been pretty interesting. My wife thinks I should've majored in health science in college since I've become so consumed with the subject.

So I got thinking maybe I ought to write about that on the blog once in a while. Usually, I shy away from it because, hey, I'm no health professional—I only earned a B+ in my last biology class, and that was all the way back in 2002—and people don't always find this stuff as fascinating as I do.

That said, I'll probably still go off on the subject from time to time because, hey, sometimes a blogger needs material, right?

Figured I'd make that public.

P.S. Boz, thanks for the cycling stuff. I watched most of it last night—of course I had to rewind and watch the time trials a few times.

Cycling Hero Addition

Thu, 04 Oct 2007 20:40:56 GMT

Since we yapped about cycling heroes a while back, I've been on the lookout for new athletes who fit the bill. It's off-season now, so you wouldn't think now would be the time for it. But, for me anyway, that's not the case.

I like to listen to the occasional edition of Competitor Radio (I need to add them to my links list), and one episode this year included an interview with Steve Larsen. I don't know if you're familiar with Steve, but here's a quick abstract:

Steve got set up on his bike by Greg LeMond during his younger days. When Lance Armstrong came on the scene, Steve was beating him ... at least, at first. Lance, of course, rose to prominence almost immediately, leaving Steve (and everyone else) in his wake. Nonetheless, they both turned pro and went to Europe at about the same time. Steve's road career went all right, but not great. He rode the Giro twice, but finished pretty low on the GC—almost a contender for the gatto nero, aka the black cat or last finisher.

So Steve got out of the road scene and then came to back to the US of A where he proceeded to tear up the mountain bike scene. For about five years, he ripped it up at courses all over the US, but when it came time to select the mountain bike Olympic team, USA cycling left him off the roster. Appropriately miffed, he stomped on his competition for about the next six months and then went and tried a mountain bike triathlon. When he enjoyed it, Steve decided to try out the triathlon gig.

Here's the cool part: in his first-ever Ironman race, Steve survived the swim and then plowed through the bike and the run for a win. He could still count the number of triathlons he'd raced on one hand, he'd never run a marathon before, and he won Ironman Lake Placid. Just a month later, he raced with the best in Kona, Hawaii, and led on the bike, finishing in the top 10—a respectable place for anyone, but particularly amazing for someone doing only his second Ironman.

Probably the coolest part is the fact that, as he freely admits, Steve doesn't know any other way to race than simply sticking his neck out and going for broke. So that's what he does. Nowadays, because he loves to race, he continues to do triathlon, mountain bike and running races and has deservedly taken legendary status among triathletes.

So, does anyone else have a new cycling hero to add to the list?

A Confession:

Thu, 04 Oct 2007 05:00:35 GMT

Okay, I know I'm a little too "triathlon-ish" for some of you. You're cyclists, not triathletes. Well, before we go any further, I want to make one thing straight, if I haven't already: I'm not a swimmer, a runner, an 'age-grouper,' an Ironman™, or an 'olympic distance' triathlete, but I'm also not a roadie, or really much of a mountain biker (although I thoroughly enjoy mountain biking and do it as often as I can); I'm a time trialist. Yes, it's official, that's the category I fall into.

If you'll bear that in mind, I'm about to admit something: this year, I'm more excited to see the results of the Ironman World Championship than I was to see the results of the Tour de France. It's not that the Tour wasn't nifty, but I was restricted on internet at work this year—meaning I couldn't even follow the race as minimally as I used to—and half of the competitors were pulled from the race with positive doping tests. How Interesting can that really be?

Actually, I do have to thank Boz for mailing me some DVR recordings of the Tour—it really was pretty exciting stuff.

But last year the most entertaining race I watched on TV was the 2006 Ironman World Championship, and I actually got a little hooked on it. Since then, I've only found it more and more interesting.

See, in long-distance triathlon there are two basic schools of strategy at the moment: one school, traditional Ironman racing, says you put it all out there all day shooting to hit the finish line first; the other school of thought says you conserve as much energy and absorb as much advantage as you can (even on the bike where drafting is supposedlly illegal) and then you try to get a high enough placing to satisfy your sponsor or your ego.

The odd thing about is, both schools are valid.

See, on one hand you have the purists who say the spirit of racing is throwing it all out there, then on the other hand you have those who point out that this is Kona, Hawaii, we're talking about. When you get too brash at the Hawaii Ironman, as many have figured out before, the island itself can turn on you—capricious ocean currents, unbelievable crosswinds, searing lava field heat, take your pick. You never know what will happen.

Nonetheless, I still cheer for the purists who put it all out there. My favorites win off the bike (go figure) and aren't afraid to take the front. It also doesn't hurt that NBC puts together a wicked-good TV package for the race.

Still, for me, that's too much distance—the same way the Tour is too much distance. I'm content to do the occasional sprint triathlon. And even then, I know I'm just a time trialist in a triathlete's game.

I know I'm a little late for heckling ...

Sat, 29 Sep 2007 23:30:01 GMT

But have you guys seen the details from the proposed Tour of America?

I don't think these guys realize that something more extreme has already been done—and for less money.

Ahem, it's called RAAM people. Maybe they can look into putting all that money into RAAM instead so the race can finally get the respect it deserves.

Revelations

Fri, 28 Sep 2007 21:25:22 GMT

One of the few things I know about writing is this: spend it all, shoot it, play it, lose it, all, right away, every time. Do not hoard what seems good for a later place in the book, or for another book; give it, give it all, give it now. The impulse to save something good for a better place later is the signal to spend it now. -Annie Dillard

Yep, that used to be my blogging policy until life caught up with me. Again, this is weekend warriorship we're talking about. None of this "I went for a nine-hour ride before getting a massage and eating a meal prepared by my in-house cook." Although, I'm sure my wife feels like that sometimes.

So instead, you get stories like these:

About two weeks ago, I was headed out on a mountain bike ride when I realized I needed to slap on the new SRAM chain I'd bought. My drivetrain was trashed at the time, so I needed to get the gunk off my cassette before I put on the chain. Unfortunately, I'd already spent my entire can of T9, and I had no idea where to purchase more. Looking around in desperation, I found a bottle of 10W30 motor oil.

"What the heck," I thought. "It's good enough to grease my motor."

If you've ever tried this, you already know where I'm going. I went out on my mountain bike ride, and the drive train was ticking over smoothly. The trails were dusty and dry, and we got pretty dirty. Still, it's my favorite season to ride.

When I got back, my bike was pretty dusty, but, I assumed, so was my partner's. So no big deal.

The next week, same two guys, same bikes, no changes or maintenance, back on the trails. It wasn't until I took a look at the other person's bike that I realized, "Hey, my drive train is caked in dirt." And I mean CAKED.

Motor oil, unlike bike grease, has no protective element, so it absorbs crud. There's no wax, no teflon, and nothing else to keep it unsticky. Who knew?

Fortunately, I discovered Sears sells T9 (only in large cans accompanied by some kind of rust-remover manufactured by the same company). So last night, I T9-ed my drive trains (both road and mountain), and probably used half of the can to just clean the crud from my mountain bike chain. Looking at the resulting puddle of mud as I left for work this morning, I couldn't help but laugh at my folly. Dumb.

So that's my revelation today: don't use motor oil on your bike.

P.S. T9 ROCKS!