Sick

I caught a cold somehow, and spent yesterday pretty miserable. But I took it easy, and slept well, so we'll see how today goes. I'm going to try to nap even more today.

I noticed in VeloNews this morning that a company named "American Beef" will take over from Saunier Duval as the title sponsor for the Scott cycling team. Weirdly, it is NOT the Cattleman's Beef Association of "It's what's for dinner fame." Rather, American Beef is from Chihuahua, Mexico.

Anyway. Watching the final TT this morning for the Tour de France. Thus far, Cadel Evans is kinda stinking it up, but my man from Garmin-Chipotle, Christian Vande Velde, is flying.

In fact, it looks like Garmin-Chipotle placed two riders in the top 5, with Vande Velde and David Millar.

Anyway, there was an excellent article in the print edition of the newest Bicycling Magazine about Garmin-Chipotle, especially about how with their aggressive anti-doping stance that they will likely win a little less — that they will be merely okay. And the spin that Jonathan Vaughters put on it was brilliant:

To agree not to dope, to agree to never let that enter the context of teh team is to agree to fail sometimes. To agree to let your fans down sometimes is to agree to the fallibility of the human body." He said the wins — honest wins — would be that much sweeter, the celebrations that much richer when you truly knew the "preciousness of winning."

Game on

After a somewhat miserable week of exercise owing to the fact that I had to spend three days in Beaverton, this next week holds more promise.

Since I've put on so much weight and hill-climbing is destroying my knees and back, I went ahead and bought a new cogset with a 12-27 cluster. That 27-tooth cog looks like a damn frisbee back there, but whatever; I am not a proud man. (I'm waiting for my in-laws to get up from their nap so I can go test the new gears.) The cogs mean the next time Paul wants to go tackle the west hills, I'll be able to walk the next day, presuming that I don't have a heart attack.

I also moved my HRM back to my summer bike (oh glorious summer!). Actually, it was more moving the speedometer over. So I'm hoping to try a little more exercise book-keeping (remember these workouts?), like time and distance and effort.

Which might be more interesting if I were training for something. But... I'm not.

I'm at a bit of a crossroads and I don't know what to do. I'm kinda in this zone where I got a little burnt on all of the training. More specifically, other than Paul who I see approximately every 19 months, none of my friends are particularly athletic. And so I really struggle to go out by myself because, after a while, it's super-boring.

And the other excuses are that I'm a little bored riding up here and I don't really have the time to dedicate like I used to. And so I was thinking maybe I'd attempt a triathlon comeback (the idea being that running and swimming can be done over lunch). Or maybe even focus on skiing for fall and winter, just to take a break from things. That way, I could do a lot at the gym (core and legs), then have fun winter weekends up on the mountain.

I also just got a decent bonus at work, and was considering using it on a cycling/triathlon coach. In a way, that might help with the boredom thing (learning new things, having someone push me), and it might be a good way to meet other riders.

OK, time to go wake up the in-laws. This is getting ridiculous...

Le Tour

Great quote from Garmin-Chipotle DS Jonathan Vaughters, about crashing:

"Tell you what. Next time you're in your car, get up to 50 mph, strip down to your underwear, then jump out the door. That's what it's like to crash in a professional bike race."

I am a HUGE fan of Jonathan Vaughters and everyone at Garmin-Chipotle.

Specifically, Dave Zabriskie is hilarious.

"On the second leg of the flight, I got upgraded and things seemed to be looking up. I was watching the Golden Compass waiting to see those big bears with armor. Then, the stewardess announces that they are going to reboot the system because some of the movies aren’t working for people. Well, after the reboot, mine stopped working.

Now I’m reading Sky Mall magazine – I’m reading the details of an emergency generator. It can do everything - even charge your ipod. That’s what I would do in an emergency. I would charge my ipod.

Jonathan Vaughters is well-spoken.

David Millar is passionate.

And GC's GC hope Christian Vandevelde is, from what I remember from Vandevelde's 2004 Tour diary on Velonews, is all three.

Oops

Looking back on it, predicting a recovery day for today seemed a
little fool-hardy. Especially since I can't turn down a new dad with
limited rides who invites me out.

And in hindsight, suggesting Kelley Point -- a long slog on the best
days -- on a windy, 90 degree day maybe wasn't too bright either.

I am pretty sure we both bonked. And that was before his six mile
uphill ride home and my ten mile commute back to my refrigerator.

Everything hurts. Tomorrow MUST be a rest day.

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Riding

Rode for two hours Sunday, including going up Rocky Butte and Mt
Tabor. Going up Tabor was awesome. I met up with some random guy, and
instead of getting killed going uphill, I actually led him up.

Today, I went to the gym. Did lunges and leg-presses. Pretty good stuff.

Anyway. We'll see how long I can keep it up. It seems in the past,
something at work or at home has always screwed things up.

Tomorrow, I'll bike in slowly. "Recovery day."

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Dara Torres

Dara Torres. Yeah, yeah, hot. But there's a great story in the NY Times Magazine about how she's doing everything she can to fight the fading of the light as she crosses over the 40-year mark. And absolutely killing it. Yesterday, she made the Olympic team in the 50 freestyle, and the 100 free earlier in the week. Awesome. Way back, once upon a time, I swam. A lot. I coached. I got into open-water swimming. Then I got into triathlon and biking, and then I got really into biking and stopped running (a blessing) and swimming. And it was fun. But I miss swimming. I miss the team aspect of swimming. Which is ironic, because if ever there was a sport that had NOTHING to do with team, it's swimming. But I miss the competitive nature of swimming with a group of fellow competitors. Of chasing the guy in front of you. Of putting the hammer down when the guy behind you starts to fall off the pace. And doing it all with nothing in your ear except your own voice, your own music and your own fight to stay with them. Anyway. Now life's a lot different. As I get older and focus my energy on building a fence in the front yard, on growing strawberries in the garden and getting a promotion to editorial director at work, that little voice gets quieter while all the other demands get louder. But finding the time to tune out that other stuff – to run a little further, to do one more set of pushups, or to bike the long way to work — brings me back to life, and makes it easier to do those other things and feel good about them.

I've been running

And lifting weights. A little. I mostly go at lunch. It's been three weeks, which is great. I read once that it takes three weeks to set a habit (though probably just a day or two to break one). The weird thing about going at lunch is saying no to the occasional lunch invitations. Mostly it's like, "No, I've got plans." Or "No, I'm gonna go try to run." I sometimes say that I'm going to the run so that I'm committed; I've told someone so I have to go. Which is usually enough. But not for some people. No. Some people ("No names! No names!") say things like, "why?" Or "it won't matter." Or "getting fat is natural." Or "that's lame." Or all of those at once. And that makes running or going to the gym all the sweeter.