Pushing Through Setacks

 

As if it weren't hard enough...

Between schedules and intermittent weather, one must learn to improvise while remaining diligent. Such has been the case thus far this season. Trying a new type of saddle on the hardtail, doing some hill interval training, I'm still not getting my heartrate up where I want it. Add to that some delayed onset heart-rhythm things and it just seems to keep getting harder every year. I'm still clear to ride, but am having to take blood-thinners for a couple weeks to setup for some more tests. This means I have to be cautious when riding - especially in the dirt. This has been more annoying than anything, but I still have to pay attention to what I'm doing. Truth is, there is a serious chance I may get pulled for part, if not all of the season. I'm having none of that garbage. We'll see what the next couple of weeks brings along.

Going with what has worked before

Intervals have always been a good "go-to" for me. This goes back many decades when I would run stairs by myself, to the point I would nearly puke. The 1/2-mile hill climb has always been a reliable leg builder. It also helps with form and some great anaerobic training - when I feel like pushing it harder. It takes immense concentration to really drive to the point of extreme physical exertion, but it can be done. I'll give it another shot later this week - when my schedule permits. What I would give to have a training partner sometimes.....

A lot of people have the idea that you just simply ride a bike and that constitutes some sort of training. Maybe it does, but I'll call it passive, if not coincidental training at best. All rides have to fill a specific purpose and objective. Recreational riding doesn't do it. There are times I'll be doing a fairly long ride and somebody else rolls up and wants to get "frisky". There is a fine line between "chasing the rabbit" and staying on task. Blowing-up can result in a setback and should always be a measured response. At the end of the day, there has to be tremendous sacrifice to train rather than just stacking rec-miles. That's how it is with every sport; you train a lot more than your event will ever require. At that, you can't expect to perform any better than during training. If you truly want to ride hard, you have to train harder yet.

Talking gets you nowhere

I was at a soccer game a week ago, watching a little kids team get pasted. After the game, I overheard the coach say "we have a lot to talk about next practice". It then became clear; this guy was a lecturer and not really a coach. Talking is only good for basic and immediate instruction. Our bodies need constant repetition of correct functions to learn how to do something. Call it muscle memory, or simple learned behavior - you can't talk your body into something it's not used to doing. Perhaps this is where culture and behavior come together? Sure you have to say it at some point, but if that is all you do is talk, be prepared to fail - at least not exactly succeed. 

Moving Along.......

This week appears to have some interesting aspects. Lets see if I can make it through without totally screwing-up again.

I'm not sure why, but this one seemed to be the pick for the week.......

Click here for "Galveston" - Glen at his finest....

Pulling for Reed - Ride HARD!

Hard Tail Adjustments

Limited miles & still adapting

No major component changes yet. Swapped the saddle for an ugly white "Race-Lite" that fits the old sits-bones a little better. Pushed the saddle up and back a bit more, while adding the top-tube bag. Up until today, the front shock has been completely locked out. I don't really care for the dynamic adjustment, not to mention the mass it adds to the front of the rig. I'll run it for a while yet. The front 30-tooth ring is definitely too small, whereas I can't see needing that low end ratio with that ridiculous big gear on the back. Add to that, it spins out at about 35.8 MPH as it sits. Going to a 32-tooth ring up front will give it better speed on the down hill and in road-groups. I've yet to push it up into the big gear, and second from the top simply because I wanted to see how it feels. Definitely changing that ratio sooner rather than later. The bars are too wide for cross country as well. They are the same width as my bigger full sus, which it fine for that beast. I think I'll take as much as 100 mm off the bars and drop the stack by one disk. Still running "roll-overs" with flats & pins on one side and Egg-Beaters on the other. Tire pressure is gonna take a little time on some serious dirt to figure out. A work in progress.

Another Bike for the Collection?

I've never had much desire for a "fat-bike", but through a series of misadventures, I now have one of those novelties to deal with. A business owed me a stack of money and was in the process of going into receivership. The owner offered the bike and some other stuff.. that made me nervous. In the end, I was "small fry" compared to the other people he owed money and would likely get nothing in the end. So... along with a reasonable tailgate-hanger, I now have an RSD 1X, complete with dropper, front sus and mitten inserts. It's kind of like having an old Volkswagen Super Beatle; not something you'd use on a regular basis - but who knows. What was I thinking....... At least I don't have to feed it and scoop up its poop!

 

Snow at the top of the canyon...still

After not having the opportunity to ride most of the previous week, it seemed like a "good idea" to incorporate a jaunt up the Avon/Liberty divide road. I used to do this stretch alone, in the evening, but today I went over there after a solid ninety-minutes of climbing and flats. Lets just say it resulted in some early suffering. At that, the road had snow about 3/4 the way up. I made it to a snow patch at the top of the canyon, which is where one may expect snow. Getting past that wouldn't be too much of a problem, other than the 900 feet of mud that follows. It looks harmless, but you only have to do it once to realize the consequences of peanut-butter mud. I think I did it once with one of my sons about 15-years ago, only to spend several hours servicing bikes - both on the trail and at home later. Give it another week. On the way down, I passed a chick on an E-Bike coming up from the gate. What's the point? UGH.....

People that make a sunny day a little brighter

I unexpectedly ran into a dear friend from not too many years ago (who's counting). It is certainly amazing - the brightness that some people can bring into your day. That encounter had me thinking about a trip to the Unita's, College days and a couple classic concerts. But that's not what makes people shine . It has to do with being a true friend - through the thickest of thick and darkest of days. Moreso, I really had to stop and assess why some people are just like that naturally. I think in this case, it is absolutely a genetic trait. Her mother.......an absolute angel. Her brother......rock solid and another life long friend to this very day. Perhaps it has always been my admiration of the example she's been to me. Diligent like nobody else I know. Putting herself through college in a very demanding program. On to be a balanced professional, wife and mother..........yes, those people do exist. Perhaps that all adds to the brilliance and light. You are nothing short of AWESOME girl. It was great to have run into you again. A solid friend forever.........

Losing another great

We lost Dickey Betts this last week - the perfect guitar foil to Duane Allman. Thy are all gone now; Duane, Berry, Greg, Butch... At one time they were refereed to as the "House Band" at the East (Filmore East). Their all-nighters were things of legend, regularly playing until the light of day. I know everyone either picks "Travel'n man", or "Jessica" as the essential Dickey, but without Duane, there was no essential Dickey. Shit-kickers and cowboy hat, Dickey was a legend!

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Pulling for Reed - Ride HARD!

Making it Real

 Being Nostalgic.....for many reasons

It's not really in my interest to write a wholesale training blog, nor to replicate what so many are doing on their YouTube channels. Often, I write only for myself. Somewhere along the way, I found that recitation (in the form of writing) allows me personally to explore the depths of my inner-being. Writing, unlike anything else, forces one to layout a conscious thought, examine and finally relate it to an audience. I do a fair amount of technical writing in my line of work, in which knowing your audience is critical. When writing in the BLOG, quite often I may be writing as if a specific individual alone will read the message. Way too often, I think I am my own audience and find myself waxing nostalgic, as though I'm need to heal my own soul.

Returning to the scene of the crime

This past week seemed to have delt several cards that did cause time for inner reflection. One evening in particular found myself visiting a place I had before during the summer of '77.  I thought about the bus ride that seemed to go on for days, the campground we stopped at and particularly the bus driver that tolerated the load of vermin that we all were. Everything and I do mean everything has changed - not surprisingly, given the more than four decades that have passed. Still, I had to stop and really think about what and who had actually changed. One of the main characters of that trip has been long since gone, while his wife coincidently passed just this week. As is so often the case, I had to stop and really think about why remembering such things may even be worth the brain power to do so. And then it hits me, like it always seem to do - as many things around us change, what about us changes and why do we let it happen? As usual, it always comes down to the things that have shaped us throughout our life's little journey. At some point we do have to let go of the past, but too often it is at the expense of losing track of who we really are. You know - our true selves. As I stood there and looked over that quiet mountain valley, my heart ached to know only then what I didn't know now. That old familiar theme from '80. Ah, but the growth that came with all that heartache. The miles traveled, along with the scar tissue. Hard lessons make for strong constitutions and more difficult lessons as we go along. So you ask, where is this all going? Great question. I'm not really sure myself - other than to say, it has been a truly remarkable ride so far.

Taking them as they come

A couple really nice days to ride this week, allowing some substantial time on the road with the hardtail. Yesterday was 60°+ yesterday, with some pretty consistent south winds pushing me back home. At 07:00 this morning it was 47°. With the prevailing south winds, it is always an indicator of a major change. Probably about noon, the temps dropped like a rock - and winter was back in North Fork. With more than a foot still on the level up this way, the trails won't be ridable for probably more than two more months. There will be some service roads in the upper valley, as well as the stuff on the other side of the mountain. Until then, two - three hour grinds on the hardtail will give me more than I can handle. The general conditions of the roads are less than ideal for getting out the road bike, but then again, I don't need time on the Six13. The hardtail is getting all the love for the foreseeable future. At that, riding on only "good days" will certainly have it limitations. I'll have to keep riding through the worst of the weather and conditions - without getting too stupid. But not being stupid does take a little courage at times. Sometimes we are our own worst enemy......

A correction and abridgement from 2018

I believe it was Thanksgiving morning, 2018. I had attempted to take a ride just after first light, and had to bail as there was too much ice - everywhere. It was there I felt the overwhelming sense of those late nights listening to "Stereo-X". This is before anybody had ever heard of "indie-labels", rather FM radio was just getting some serious traction in a few local markets. Everything from deep tracks, to full length album cuts were the norm. Hardly any commercials and a pre-taped channel announcement in a deep, almost mono-tone voice; "This is KCPX 99 FM, Stereo-X". There are a lot of people that say they remember it, but I doubt nearly as many really listened. Hardly anyone can remember that when it was first released, Queens "We are the Champions/We Will Rock you" was actually played sequentially in reverse order from how it is always heard today. This was due to the two tracks being released on opposing sides of a single and played either alone, or eventually together. Stereo-X played it with a fade -in/out in that reverse order. But that was the magic of FM in the day. And at night, often times the magic took on a whole new level of mystery and depth. And there it was, one late night when I heard for the first time, the entire version of "All by myself". In 2018, I incorrectly mentioned " a little Chopin", when as a matter of fact, it is Rachmaninoff (2 piano concerto). Pretty much everyone knows this from the top 40 channels, or perhaps AM band radio, but they only heard the edited version. Listen to this thing with good headphones, in the absolute quiet of the evening and in the near dark. I dunno, maybe it was just something in that moment, but I will never forget those nights so long ago, that seem like they were only last week. I can still remember of hearing the entire string arrangement for the first time, interlude and the power of the melody. Sure, its a bit nostalgic. But then again, we were ripe for so many of those moments.

I had heard that when his dog had died not too many years ago, Eric Carmen sat down at his piano in his home, with only he and his wife - played this song. Do this one the right way..........

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Pulling for Reed - Ride HARD

Wet and Soggy

 

Staying indoors....for now

Spring has a funny way of making a serious training effort - less than serious. The previous two weeks did allow for some reasonable cross country stuff on the hardtail, but I've grown particular about taking any bike into bad weather if it's not necessary. Over the years, I've learned the effects of running in harsh conditions and how it fowls everything. Thing is, its not immediate, as it usually manifest weeks later when cable-guides get jacked-up, or shifters don't wont work...that sort of thing. That said, there are times it has to be done and you live with it.

This week has been a series of intervals on an indoor spin-bike. Some people say this is as good as outdoor training, but I disagree. You can't develop skills and technique on a spin-bike. Sure, you can develop good mechanics, but you can't do any dynamic development. Rather, I choose to focus on specific strength and endurance matters when doing the indoor sessions. I did a series of spin classes about 20 years ago that were helpful, but it certainly wasn't everything I needed. Credit to the course instructor, as she focused on pedal mechanics and body position. To this day, my pedal stroke is spot on, even when I'm gassed. It speaks to the need of a great coach and mentor.

The Need to Push

There is a fine line between being too soft and pushing too hard. There are some pretty good single-track open over on the other side of the mountain, but I'm not sure I'm willing to take those chances. Some of it gets pretty technical, where as some of it can push the old cardio. I certainly don't feel comfortable on the hardtail down there, but I do need to improve some of my skills - make that a lot of my skills....a lot. Again, a delicate balance between programs. At this point it is about getting the best return for the effort and time. None of this is recreation riding, as there is no time for that yet. Measurables are not well defined at this point either. You see, when you train on your own, it is hard to be objective and see everything from a coaches perspective.

I remember walking into the first day of summer-ball my freshman year in college. I had spent the previous three summers training by myself, for the most part. The only measurable I had was how many times I felt like I would puke when running stairs by myself. Literally hours on end, doing my own thing without a single person telling me what I was doing wrong, or how to improve. Then I walked into that first day of college ball - and was I in over my head! I had timed a legit 4.6 second forty and felt I was going to be okay. I then found out that placed me about in the middle of roughly 125 other guys - who were much bigger and better than I. The first time we did 110 yard wind sprints, I was certain my heart would explode. And then the day we did "cat & mouse". It seems like it was the third morning of alleged "two-a-days". I found myself running with the DBs and wide-outs - the absolute fastest guys on the planet. I felt like an armadillo running with a pack of gazelle, being chased by a cheetah. Lets just say humility was served in industrial size doses that day. The point to all of this is simple - I had nothing to gage myself against prior to running with these guys. That season seemed to go on forever. By the end, I remember pushing the fastest upper classmen in my group all the way to the end-line when we did 110 yard wind sprints. I had developed confidence in myself that I didn't know that I had before. There were a lot of days I felt like I didn't belong there, but other days I knew I was good enough. What I learned from all of that was the value of good coaching and instruction. My particular position coach...well, he sucked. Some of the trainers and even most of the other players, they made me better every day. From that time on, I have always had an appreciation of what a good coach and a mentor actually are. Doing it alone is simply fooling ones own self.

Looking for Opportunities

We are looking at a few dirt races this summer, as that is where the emphasis will have to be. I need to get a qualifier under my belt to improve my corral position at Leadville. There is also one over in Wyoming that I've wanted to do for a number of years - but this is seriously different than anything I have done in the past - to this point anyway. Hopefully this week will yield some better opportunities.

Late Summer '81

I remember the weekend we finished two-a-days and had the O & D game. We had two days off to our selves - or so it seems. That Saturday evening, nursing my fatigue and crushed ego, I put on a favorite vinyl I had picked up from the reliable "Toad Tape". It was familiar and I was otherwise lost. Still in the darkness listening to the low nearly quiet track - it seems to have been a haunting. Talk about the wilderness............

Click here for the essential "Red House"

Pulling for Reed - Ride HARD!

Breaking the Ice

 The First Donation for the Season - An old & dear friend

Well, maybe not too old, but we sure go back a long ways. K.S. was one of the gang for a short period of time - though we have managed to stay in touch ever since. Fun days skiing, hot summer afternoons playing co-ed softball - and most everything in between. Definitely book smart and streetwise, she has always been able to take care of business. Like all of us, she has experienced her fair share of struggles - if not a boat-load more along the way. As much as having her wisdom teeth removed may have slowed her down, she showed her strength and resilience when her father needed help in the last fight of his tremendous life. As only she could, the burden was carried without complaint, but with determination. A tough husk of an appearance, with a solid heart of gold inside - two traits that I'm sure she learned from her mother and grandmother (Lukareski). The genuine article and a friend for life.

Thanks kiddo!

Ridding through the cold and crappy roads - The Old Nordic Valley G.C.

A Hardtail??

The last post showed a picture of a Trek Pro-Caliber hardtail, which looks an awful lot like my full-suspension Trek Fuel EX. The short of it is this - LEADVILLE! Yep, back in that race - somehow. The hardtail has been ideal for the crappy road conditions thus far.  On top of that, I need to get more than comfortable on it - it has to be an appendage. Sure, I'll still go out on both the old Six13 and Fuel, but this thing is going to have a ton of miles on it by summer.  More on that as we go along...........

Winter Break

Middle of winter sure makes one stir crazy - longing for spring. The college days were especially long mid-winter. Still have those fond memories and have long put aside those that were anything less than good. I know the dates, places events and situations like it was last week. The Alman Brothers - Midnight Rider will always remind me of such times.

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Pulling for Reed - Ride HARD!

A New Season - Taking a Pull

 Pulling.....

The Hardtail out on an early cross country

There is a term mainly in road riding known as (among other things) "PULLING". You've seen it before. A line of cyclists taking a turn out front, allowing the riders behind to draft in the slip-stream of guys ahead of them. Depending in the conditions (and who you ask), this will yield a significant reduction in work for those behind the lead group. At times, you'll find yourself with only one other rider, where you take turns getting out front, "taking a pull". In doing this, the two of you can travel much faster than either of you alone. There are times when you may be in a fast group, or simply alone, sailing past another rider that is struggling and offer them a "lift". It is not unusual that in doing so, as passing by, someone will say "hop on"- meaning, get on my wheel and I'll pull. Just knowing that someone is there and willing to give you a hand up is often more helpful than the physical break from the arduous task of going it alone. So.....at times, we help each other along by taking a pull.

That appears to be the theme for the "Porpoise" this year.

Brothers and Sisters

I'm not sure when, but perhaps a couple seasons ago, I did a post about brothers and sisters. I'm too lazy to go back and find it (actually don't like to read my own stuff), but I know it had nothing to do with 1973 Alman Brothers release of the same name. Rather, it had to do with a group of guys (and girls), mostly from our graduating class, that still maintain some type of connection. I mean, as time passes, some things seem to find their place in the rubbish-bin of senseless trivia, where as other things become sweeter with age. At this point in our lives we generally don't care much for the trivial comparisons and petty B.S. Rather, there is a genuine following and concern of those that we have somehow managed to stay in touch with.

You'll have to go back and find this post, as I somehow chronicled the transition from our naive innocence to leaping into the world head-first - as if we knew what we were doing. Our little journey started a long time ago, when things seemed to be simple. We've lost a few along the way, in fact....too many. The first real gut-punch" came more than 25 years ago when my kindergarten buddy, Amy, was killed in Ogden canyon, by a one in thirty-billion accident. Since then, we have lost far too many to list here. It's times like that in which I stop and reflect on how all of these Brothers and Sisters have been a part of my life along the way. Maybe "stop" is the wrong word, as it often is during the long and silent periods that I'm riding by myself, that I find myself examining these long ago friendships. We all had dreams and ambitions, but somehow.....life just happens and we end up where we are today.

"I wish I didn't know now what I didn't know then"

Our Brother Needing a Pull

Somewhere in that previous post, I had described (or at least how I saw it), all of us coming together in the late summer of 1978. It was an amalgamation of vast backgrounds and insecurities, but come together we did. Reed is one of those kids that came in from the other Junior High-School. I know we had a few classes together and typically ran in a group of some mutual friends. I think the last time I talked to him would have been many years ago, but he still looked the same. A helluva nice guy and certainly a loyal friend. A week or so ago came a text from one of the other brothers, forwarding on a text-thread from Reed's wife. Turns out he has been diagnosed with....one hell of a situation. Another gut punch for sure, but also a truly helpless feeling - a feeling that has been a constant reminder of why the Porpoise continues year after year. If I were keeping score, I would have lost count years ago of the friends, family and associates that have had to battle "the Big-C". You can go back and find far too many posts that mention those people in my own pathetic life, that have been through this anguish.

Pulling for Reed

This year we have added a little tag-line to inspire others to send our brother a little love and hope. Everyone can take a turn out front on this one, by simply texting an image to Reed, showing who you are and simply stating "Pulling for Reed". Moreso, pass this along to every member of our class, everyone that would have known him during those years and beyond - to brighten his day and allow him to draft in the feeling that we are all pulling for him on this ride. My understanding is he'll be moving down to Huntsman to further his treatments. Because I don't post personal contact information here, we'll work with some of the gang to get this kicked-off and moving. Meanwhile, do what you can to pass on the goodwill. Our brother and his family could use the encouragement from as many Fighting Scots and Lasses as possible. Remember - it is who we are after all.

A little tribute to Eric (Carmen)

We lost another great one last week. Not really sure how and/or what, that great talent form so many years ago has gone silent. Again, a post from maybe November 2018, referencing the static-free late nights with Stereo-X (KCPX 99 FM) - "All by myself". Before that was the AM-band classic that McCartney whishes he had written and the opening riff that even made Townsand weep. Thanks for he hits Eric.....

Click here for "Go all the way"

Pulling for Reed - Ride Hard!

Tying up 2023

 Noticing a Change

I've been struggling with this last post for many weeks. There have been a lot of changes in my life over the past few years - more than I think I've actually noticed. This morning whilst looking over previous posts, I noticed a major change in annual number of posts beginning in 2021.  Even with all the crap that I dealt with in 2020, I was still able to produce over 30 posts. Something had changed at that juncture- call it a point of inflection. For whatever reason, I found myself on the ropes - as they say in the boxing world. Sure, there were some significant life changing events, but most of it happened well past mid summer. I do know that I was getting bombarded on multiple fronts, with things that alone wouldn't have been much, but together - more than I realized at the time. So here we are, staring down the barrel of another new year - and I'm trying to put this all into one final post for the season.

The Torch

Reading the most recent post, I was lamenting having to disposition the final elements of my parents estate - particularly the homestead. Unexpectedly, the farm sold very quickly and that was nearly my last visit up there. A lot has heppened since that particular morning, which is largely why I haven't been riding, or writing. Still, just before we signed the papers, I took a cold morning walk around the entire permiter for one last look. As I did that, a flood of memories came rushing back - and not just of things at the farm. It was there I realized two important things; first, that it is only dirt. Second, There is literally nobody else that I can turn too when I need that guidance of an experienced hand. To that end, I am now IT. As I close out a very sensitive part of my life, I now realize it is my role to carry a torch, that for more than six decades had been shouldered by others. Not that there is any pressure, but you have to be a steady hand in the hardest of storms. As we go through this life, so much changes without any immediate notice. And then one day - it is all behind you. Those are some mighty big shoes to fill and there is a storm a brewing.

About the Race

This whole "Porpoise" thing was never about me, but I know a few people still like to know about the race. Well...this year was a near disaster. No major problems, but as usual, I spent way to much time on my own. As a result, the last 47 miles were like a time trial - just head down pounding out the miles. There are places in that race that get into my head, and yet others, I wouldn't want to be anywhere else regardless of the pain and discomfort. This year did open my eyes a little, as it can do. The question is, where will I go from here. The event has come to define me as a person to a large degree, but it still isn't me. The struggle is that which we all endure - in our own ways. Growing up in the '70s, we became a custom to every television episode ending with some sort of defined purpose, when in fact everyday is a new episode in our own lives. Crossing that finishing line is just another tick mark in a large book of accomplished life tasks. We still have to live life the next morning, and the next day after that. It never ends - until it does. Funny, if I'm not thinking about certain parts of the race itself, I'm longing to be suffering up on Monte Cristo. The race however, it was another in a long string of days. The absolute best part was seeing all the page views for "Mr. Blue Sky". I hope it put a few smiles on faces well, away from the race itself.

The Greatest of Them All

When it comes to cycling, I've been pretty clear that there are only a few people I follow, and very few that I consider worth mentioning. Of course, Greg LeMond will also be the stud of my day, but I also have plugged Lachlan Morton - an absolute stud! EF finally released Lachie's Tour Divide ride. Say what you will about the glamour of the TDF, this is truly about the human spirit and ones will to persevere.  I would normally post a link to to this, but you can search it on your own. These are the things that truly define a persons character. I thought his effort at GB Duro was impressive, but this surpassed that by a long way. It's nice to have heroes, as sometimes we all need someone to look toward as an inspiration. I would love to see him challenge Kegan for Leadville, but that is another story. For what its worth; you are the greatest of this past year Lachlan Morton.

A Final Word of Thanks for the Year

Not sure what to expect for next year, but for now - thanks to you all for being the tremendous example and inspiration that your are. There is still more to do. I wish I could see what is coming, but maybe it's better if we take it as it comes. I recently read a comment on a site, something to the effect of "the tragedy of life is not death, but what dies within us while we are living". I think I'm letting too many things die without the notice of what is truly important. You are the "Porpoise" and I hope that we can continue to make things happen with a little more vigor going forward.

Mile Post 44: What I wouldn't give to be at this point again..........

Give it at few weeks -the Porpoise will continue through 2024! Hoping for the best for all of us.

The Porpoise - 2023

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