Monday, May 24, 2010

I used to race bikes... wife and I had a lovely little baby girl in March of this year..on the 7th to be exact. And my life changed, as predicted, for ever, in more ways than I can detail here, and for sure, in more ways than I really know right now. Suffice it to say that it has been amazing. The world blew up and gave me a new life, one filled with new joy and growth and intimacy and a new understanding of who I am. Earth shattering goodness.

It also took a lot away. For better and for worse. And right now, I am mourning the loss of a lot of it. There is no doubt in my mind that a lot of what I'm going through has to do with other things, like my career, the weather, my age....what's new. But on the other hand, I think I am really sad about the things that I have given up to be a father. Perhaps the most obvious of those things is the ability to prioritize myself, or more specifically, my for instance, riding and racing a bike.

It wasn't that long ago, that I felt like I was creating a community with the bike. Friends, teammates, adversaries, all part of this little world that goes along with bike racing in Portland. I was finding my place. I even got called a sandbagger! And now, it seems like a distant memory. I can feel the four extra pounds around my waist that have grown there in the absence of racing and training. I no longer feel the strength in my legs. I feel weak- more than weak in the legs, or the lungs, but weak in the heart, the soul. It all hurts a bit. And worst of all, I don't know how to get it back. There simply is not enough time to be present for my wife, my child, and myself all at the same time. Something has to give and I don't know how to do it.

Tuesday, March 02, 2010

This post byBikeFag article on training is brilliant, and comes exactly at the right time in my life. I've been noticing my burgeoning self-consciousness about my weight (i.e. I'm five pounds 'over-weight'), my decreasing satisfaction in just 'riding' to enjoy riding, and my inflated sense of competitiveness that makes me think of everyone else who rides a bike as an adversary. Hmmm...I'm a douchebag.

[crack beer, turn of TV or do something productive not related to cycling]

Thursday, February 25, 2010


"Champions aren't made in the gyms. Champions are made from something they have deep inside them: a desire, a dream, a vision."

Thursday, February 11, 2010

So it begins...again..

But not for me...My 2010 race debut is a bit off, yet...But I've been sweaty-palmed over it for weeks now...months really. It's what's been keeping me motivated in the rain, the wet, the mud and grit of the road that screens it's way into the chamois through the Lycra. It has to be something special to warrant that kind of self inflicted abuse, doesn't it? I'm not sure why it is. But I spend a lot of time thinking about, working on, and worrying about bike racing. I'll admit I'm pretty fixated on winning. Though I have no guarantees of that. I'm racing as a Cat 3 this year- I may just get my ass handed to me. I really have no idea. I know that I'm stronger now this year, at this time, than I was last year- that gives me hope. But right now, that's all it is. hope.

I build a lot of plans on hope. Maybe too many. Maybe too few. In other parts of my life I'm more cautious, more timid. I'll plan less about the future. I'll spend less energy thinking about it, less effort creating the plan and worrying about it. In part, no doubt, out of fear that those plans will fail. With cycling, with racing, I plan with abandon. I hope, and wish, and scheme success. I mark goals, benchmarks, and fantasy wins. I schedule, test, verify, modify and test again in order to put myself in position to accomplish my goals. I can't bring myself to do that with the rest of my life. I look at my life with some ennui, in that way. I see only my missed chances, missed goals, and missed opportunities. Why is that? Planning for failure? As a friend used to say in design school: 'That's not a Gantt chart, that's a CAN'T chart.'

As for dreaming- nabbed this little vid from Sprinting for Signs via a teammates blog. It's really a great marketing piece for the Cervelo mystique...and I love it.

Friday, February 05, 2010

On a lighter note...but somehow related...

Got this via 'the Whoa'...(note: not all is NSFW)

Getting back to basics

The price..

'Hello, Small Town in USA? Yeah...We're gonna rip you off and undercut your business by making it outside the U.S....yeah..sorry 'bout that...Margins, you know. Jobs? Yeeeaah... Have a good day.'

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Reality Check

Chris Horner is nuts. But really, if you can eat like this guy and still pull off eighth at Elite Worlds then talent makes up for big blunders...OR....nutrition is over rated, and all this talk about 'the right fuel to keep your machine running at it's highest level' is all a crock of poorly digested flaxseed and dark leafy greens.

While I'm not going to risk e.coli infection by running out to the closest fastfood hell hole, it does put eating 'right' into a whole new light.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

I can't say I am all that into the whole downhill mtnbike thing...but this is pretty crazy...An urban downhill race held in Rio. Its pretty crazy to think about what it's like to live there, as this guy rides his downhill bike through the alleys.

Tuesday, January 05, 2010

Great article from Cycling Weekly on Brad Wiggins and his transformation from grupetto trackie to Tour contender. I'm a fan of the Brit(...not so much the velour jacket mod rocker look).