2011 100 Miles of Nowhere

In the Bald, Front-Wheel-Drive, Moving-Bottom-Bracket Division – I wasn’t prepared for what 100MoN would do to me.

  • It wasn’t the distance – I’ve done 100 miles before.
  • It wasn’t the start time – I got up at 03:30 for a 04:00 start
  • It wasn’t the course – I chose a 1 mile loop with a promise of about 13,000 feet of elevation gain over the 100 miles, but the proximity to my house was FANTASTIC (as in, right out my front door) so, I could deal.
  • It wasn’t my bike – contrary to popular belief it climbs really well and I commute on it every day.
  • It wasn’t even the amount of time it would take – but…then it was.

I was looking forward to having The Mermaids come out and greet me when they woke up – which they did.
TheWeeOne in the wee hours.

La Grande Mermaid even planned on having me throw my bottle by the side of the road

Just like they do on TV Daddy!

so she could fill it up for me in time for the next lap – which she did.
LaGrande

BopOp even said he would ride up and join me for a few laps – just for fun – which he did.
BopOp ready for another lap.

And as it turns out my aunt and uncle (cancer survivor!), my Mom, my wife, my neighbors, they all came out over the course of the morning.
I thought this might generate some interest – and I was pumped – I almost couldn’t wait to start the madness.

But back to the beginning, at 04:09 I’m in my first descent of the day and at the bottom of the hill I’m already caught rolling the stop sign with a traffic camera flash!
False positive for a traffic camera

What the wha?

and out of the darkness I hear

HEY! It’s your Grampa!

I suppose when you’re pushin’ 90 and you wake up at 03:00 to photograph your grandson doing something nonsensical like this you’re allowed to refer to yourself in the third person. So I said…

What are you doing here at this time of the morning? Are you crazy?

Well, yeah, and so are you – where do you think YOU get it from?

GreatGrumpy isn't really so grumpy.

I usually quibble but this time I didn’t.
I was happy for an early morning audience and so I pushed on…right up until my rear shifter broke on lap 5.

So I waited in line at the mechanic-tent and finally strapped my derailer (thanks Sheldon Brown) into the biggest cog with a spare inner tube and got back on the horse. After only about three laps, and an incredible all-out sprint, I caught up with the leaders again.
I was unstoppable this day!
Unstoppable I tell ya!

I suffered some creeping doubts between lap 15 and lap 25 but when BopOp showed up the conversation brought me back – it is better riding WITH someone than alone to be sure. I’m really not sure how those RAAM folks do that ride…oy.

Anyway, with my SRAM Rival Compact-Double I couldn’t get into my big chainring without significant cross-chaining so I was stuck in granny low. It was fine for most of my up-or-down route but there were a few semi-flat areas where some extra gearing would have been nice.
Now THAT's a valley.

I spun out at about 10 mph and THAT, as it turns out, is why I ended up only completing 70 laps on the day.

70 Laps
At about lap 50 I came to realize that it was taking and INORDINATE amount of time to complete each lap – the conversation distracted me well enough but each lap was taking about six and a half minutes and my average speed was in the low 10’s. With a few breaks here and there I was looking at a 12-13 hour day.

And to top it off, dang near the whole family was sitting there, idling away their day, just waiting for me to come around again.
So for 10 laps I cross-chained when I could and brought my lap times down to about 5 minutes.
At this point BopOp was riding every third lap, and I was getting that pig-headed “I’m never going to quit” thing going in my head.

But every lap…there they all were…just waiting, helping, and really at that point (in my mind) missing their whole day – just for this.

So at 70 Miles (and, as it turns out, an additional 34 from BopOp) and at 1:30PM with 7.5 hours on the bike, I completed the 2011 100 Miles Of Nowhere and spent the rest of the day with the podium girls.
The PodiumGirls, BopOp, and blief

I even ended up playing an epic 3 hour game of Monopoly with LaGrande, annnnnd she pretty much dropped me like Contador in the mountains of Italy – I had nothing.

But that’s not the end…it’s a good story for 100MoN but it took me a couple days to work out that I wasn’t prepared for the psychology of it.
I was looking forward to ‘bringing the race to my family’ in order to get to share the event but the proximity made it even more difficult to irrationally miss spending a beautiful day with them.

We could really rather do something more enjoyable for everyone.

I don’t mind inflicting this kind of foolishness on myself, and in a lot of cases I rather relish it; heavy rain, chilling cold, punishing heat, epic winds…well maybe not the winds but…stacking the odds like that seems to add character and flavor to have experienced something at the extreme. But today, that day, I was inflicting it on them, all of them. I even implored the group a couple of times to go do something else other than just…watch me.

I mean they were helping, and they were chatting, and they even wanted to be there but the proximity of this ride really drew them and me into some sort of in-between state – and maybe this sounds corny but – it ended up feeling like I imagine it might feel to be sick.
Really sick, for a long time, and then having deep seated resentment for your condition but mostly based on the unimaginable effort undertaken by your friends, family, and loved ones. For putting them out.

They say they don’t mind, and they DON’T, really – they want to be there for you, they love you. But you’re stuck, in a bed, or a hospital, or your own personal 100 Miles of Nowhere and if you had the choice you wouldn’t put them through it anymore. But at the same time, the few times you are alone, your mind gets the best of you and if it wasn’t for them you just…might…go…nuts.

I don’t know what else to say except I was lucky I guess, because on this day I had a choice and I took it.

That’s what we do, we have the choice, to do a ridiculous thing and ride 100 Miles of Nowhere expressly in honor of those who don’t have a choice. People just like you and me that don’t have a choice to just stop their cancer, take the burden off of their family, and go play Monopoly instead. They fight real hard. They fight all the time.

Here’s to them.

And next year I’m going to make another choice – a flatter choice.
A route where we can all join in the fun.
Thanks Fatty, for a great race.

Sugar Sugar

Before I get around to my recent ride reports (HPC at PIR and 100MON) I just have to write this down.
Mostly for myself, because I am proud to have found a reliable cause-n-effect relationship and because, you know, I have a few relatives who might have some of the same things going on – this might put a bug in their ear.

Sugar.

My body doesn’t like it.
Rather, my brain LOVEs it – honey, candy, jellybeans, cherry sours, gum drops, hot tamales, kool-aid, I could keep going. But the rest of my body “freaks out” – and that is a direct quote from my attending naturopathic physician.

A short history.
Several years ago I was ‘diagnosed’, by the blood mobile, with hepatitis. I was too young to care and blew it off – I was healthy.
Skip forward 5 years and my life insurance exam also noted high liver enzymes indicative of someone with either hepatitis, heavy drinker/smoker, overweight, or…”It must be the ‘or’ I said…cause none of the others apply”. The ‘or’ I found out was a small cadre of individuals blessed with fatty liver for ‘no reason whatsoever’. I pay more cause the life insurance company only needs one excuse.
Skip forward 5+ more years and a ‘regular’ checkup with my medical doctor showed high cholesterol. Prescription? – “more exercise, it isn’t that high”

Uhhh, I already bike to work nearly every day and I am currently training for the Seattle To Portland classic – putting in 100s of extra miles each month.
Oh…well then take some of this medicine and we’ll check back in 6 months – oh and that medicine might cause some flushing, don’t be alarmed.

Fearing the loss of the better part of my lower intestine, they didn’t bother to explain what flushing was, I again prepared to completely blow it off but maybe having gotten wiser or maybe succumbing to the preponderance of independently verified data AND recognizing that my traditional doctor and nurse hadn’t recognized me for who I am individually I stumbled across a naturopathic physician.

I’ll skip the iterations of blood tests and trial and error in the interest of brevity but I met with her every couple of months for a year as she tried all the usual suspects in search of a root cause. She was also addressing the symptoms and narrowing down the cholesterol numbers to a rather singular portion of the “overall” test – my triglycerides.

With a host of supplements, vitamins, and more minor medications meant to address the symptoms my numbers were slowly coming down but the triglycerides were still in the 250’s when 2 winters ago she recommended going off sugar – as much as possible.

The science, the explanation, and my habits (see aforementioned list of candies) all pointed to this being an issue so I stopped, pretty much cold turkey for about 4-5 months and took the blood test again.
We were dumbfounded – with no new medications my tryglycerides came down to 67.

67! What the heck did you do?
I stopped eating sugar.
Well I should say so…and I think we found your achilles heel.

Indeed we had…in fact, in the coming months, I noticed that I no longer used my skin cremes for eczema…for the most part I wasn’t even having eczema any more.
Right after that I took the leap and began tapering my asthma medication. Now, for most intents and purposes, I don’t need my asthma medication either. I commute hard by bike nearly every morning and only after a cold (or after pie) do I find that I might have a use for some asthma rescue medication – very mild usually.
Long term preventative meds? Totally not necessary.
That has been a lifelong thing with me, since that morning when I was a toddler stumbling into my parents bedroom barely breathing.
The docs said it might go away with age – it didn’t. But they didn’t know anything about the sugar factor.

Skip forward one more year to yesterday. My recent tests came back after 14 months of NO supplements and a steady increase** in sugar and simple carbohydrates estimated by me to be peaking at roughly 40-50% of BN (Before Naturopath) – and my numbers are right on the edge of tolerable.

** read that as me slowly giving in to the difficulties of reducing simple sugars and carbohydrates entirely.

So now, my goal is to tighten the sugar-belt a little bit, some sugar or simple carbs in moderation (if I can stick to it in moderation) will be fine, make sure and balance that with protein intake and fiber (to make it harder for my body to absorb it) and it seems I have found a good balance. We estimate that based on these new findings I can probably eat whatever I want sugar/carb-wise during an endurance event (like 150 miles around the mountain…ohh man those Oreos tasted good that time).

And I remain, for the most part, asthma free, eczema free, medicine free, and on a path to not expressing those genes I clearly have which turn sugar into triglycerides at an alarming rate in my body. Lot’s of triglycerides tend to turn into (or at least be related to) things like hypertension, high blood-pressure, diabetes, heart disease, and probably other bad things.

Oh, and I almost forgot – my liver enzymes are way below normal.
WHA WHA WHA??
This seems to be the last thing to move in the right direction. The blood mobile, the life insurance company, my medical physician, none of them could explain it – for that matter neither can my naturopathic physician. These particular enzymes used to be over 50, as low as 40 on the medicine, and now they are 25 – without any supplements or medicines of any kind, unless you count coffee.

Hell! I dunno!??
Wrapping this up – suffice it to say that sugar and I will have a long-distance relationship from here on out – with an occasional tryst, chaperoned by my bike…naturally.

Now…about that Vitamin D!??

Category: Bald, Front Wheel Drive, Recumbent

This Sunday I will be racing in The Fat Cyclists 100 Miles of Nowhere event.

Things I like and/or eagerly anticipate about this race.

  • The Cause: Registration dollars go to LiveStrong to fight cancer
  • The Distance: 100 Miles is a great distance – far enough to sound awesome to 99% of your friends and family and not so far that you can’t muster the next day.
  • The Fattie Family: I will be racing against hundreds of fellow Fatties in hundreds of categories and the stories that will ensue will be worth being a part of.
  • My Family: Arguably the best thing about this event is that my own family will be able to attend – You know – if you can’t bring your family to the race, bring the race to your family!
  • The Location: It is unreasonably close to my residence – I think bathrooms, food, mechanics, and other support will be easily accessed with lines MUCH shorter than any other race I have ever attended.

That brings up the one thing I am not eagerly anticipating about this race.

  • The Course: Since I live on a hill and because it just so happens that there is a 1.025 mile loop within spitting distance of my door event organizers chose what turns out to be what many racers have complained is an unnecessarily challenging event – net elevation gain will, of course, be zero but along the way, with several rollers and a large handful of false-tops, the elevation profile will result in approximately 14,000 feet of climbing.

I can only hope that the pro’s outweigh the con’s on race day, Sunday June 5th. If you want to come down to the race – start time is 5AM with an expected finish between 11AM and 12 Noon PST.

I am feeling good, beginning my tapering today, and so I will make a gutsy prediction –

I will take the win in The Bald-Headed, Front-Wheel-Drive-Recumbent category.

My strategy will be to make an early breakaway and then hold off the peleton using my superior aero technologies (both recumbent AND bald) and then on the climbs I will engage the strong climbing ability of FWD.

So…ahhhh-I’ll be pretty much unstoppable.

Understated Celebration

Taken a couple of weeks ago when WeeOne celebrated her 5th birthday, I’ve hung on to this picture long enough. It is instantly a favorite of mine.

WeeOne was, understandably, basking in the birthday glow and sharing it with her new friend.

Today the sun is out, as it was that day, and I am eating my lunch outside – enjoying the weather just as she did.

Mr. Sun, welcome back to the Puget Sound, it’s been a long time.
5 is very becoming

Coyote

I watched a healthy looking coyote sniffing along behind the chain link fence next to the Sounder train station this morning in Tukwila.

Nice little greenbelt for this coyote, if I do say so, courtesy of The Boeing Company and the previous owners of Longacres.

I have noticed a handful of urban coyotes in the past couple of years including in my neighborhood.
For some reason people get freaked out with these critters running around – I find Pit-bulls to be much more worrisome.

Go coyote go.

Take a stand

These three things have something in common.

* dvorak keyboards
* recumbent bicycles
* standing desks

One thing they have in common is me; I am an advocate for all three and I am committed to them because of the other thing I blief they all have in common.
They are all easier on your body.

Avoidable repetitive stress is something I have actively avoided for most/all of my adult life. It might have been related to any one of those PBS specials about coal miners that spend 14 hour days hunched over at the waist.

I TOTALLY would have invented a lay-down walker thing if I were in that environment.

Anyway, all three of these things also represent a little bit of investment in either time or ingenuity because they aren’t standard. Not too many stand-up desks being sold at Paikea.

They should be.

Most of you work at a desk so…for anyone interested but finding themselves unable to overcome some of the hurdles of a standing desk here is a resource for review.

Home

I haven’t dived in yet, but I will.
One thing I did see was that standing burns about 360 more calories per day than sitting.

The Marker

I’m on something of a mission, not simply marking time.
I’m looking for a vista – an open, bald hilltop where I might get a look around, maybe snap a picture or two.
See what it was like.

But why…?

Well, this area, between Murfreesboro and the southwestern suburbs of Nashville…this is my goal and so I poke around.
I don’t know the hill, or the valley, or really most details about where my Ancestral Grandfather, R.R. Banker, might have put down his boots but I am armed with a few battle names related to towns and areas.
And, I’m outfitted with Google maps.

But, my blitzkrieg is not well blitzed…or is it krieged?
I’m floundering.

I notice markers, I crane my neck, at markers – many markers.
Wheelers This and Ezells That maybe a Doctors something-or-other.
R.R. Banker isn’t named on any marker – I don’t know why I’m looking – he hadn’t done anything.
He wasn’t born in that house, didn’t massacre natives on that bluff, probably didn’t single-handedly warn the General of the enemies position late one night.

He hadn’t died on these battlefields – no marker.

Ha, I’ve found my hilltop – Haley’s Lane.
The nature was fascinating enough, I’m still strangely drawn here.
Tumultuous insects, stiff winds crossing the trees and angering the grass.

I’ve found it!
I exert my technology on the event and take with me, a picture.

Ok – been there, done that, marked it with a P, hastening back to my rental ca – wait.

Just wait.

Turn back to the grass and the field and the tumult and the sun and the wind and the shape of the hills and just wait…and…inhale deeply.

Haley's Lane

For a small moment – I flush with a flood of realization of this place.
It’s any spring day, and except for the pavement it’s much the same as it was then,
150 years ago.
Maybe he was here,
then,
a marked man.

I’m motoring away and…oooh? Another marker; I wonder if…what happened here? Do I recognize that name…?
Ya know…
He’s not on that marker.
He isn’t going to be on those markers, not a single one.

because…

He lived.
He fought, he protected, he endured, he may have even killed, but on that field, or many just like it – he lived.
And after that, he had a family.
The flood is back because you know…I’ve just found his marker.

On that hill…his marker…I was there.
I’m his marker.

Saturdays are Holidays

Saturdays are holidays

Last weekend Emma and I got a chance, and we celebrated. We celebrated not being sick – finally.
We celebrated not being being stuck at home and we celebrated not being stuck, well…doing anything.
An easy afternoon.

We toured some new parks, checked out a river, played in some flood-silt, watched some softball,
slode some slides, swang some swings, and generally enjoyed the weather.

Emma got her white dress dirty. In a phrase, that means she was having fun and TheDaddy wasn’t stopping her – from getting dirty.
There was no point, she couldn’t help herself and I wasn’t about to step in and try fruitlessly to hold some sort of cleanliness high ground.

You know, just because that steep hill chock full of day-old cut-grass clumps looked like hell to me?
Who am I; one man’s hell is his little girls haven.

So I watched – that time. I had developed a headache earlier – an indicator that I wasn’t exactly sitting idly by.
I think it was the game of chase on the Big Toy that started it.
Or maybe it was the oddly familiar, hot, slightly yellow…THING…in the sky which burneth thy bald head.

No point beyond that.
We found a little fun that day in a glorious, meaningless way – and I got some decent shots with my wee camera phone to prove it.

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Found a peanut

Found a pothole, with a manhole, in a sinkhole just now,
Just now I found a pothole-manhole-bunghole just now.

It was lumpy it was crumpy it was FRUUUMMPY just now,
Just now I saw’t bumpy, went’a thumpy just now.

Made it over it, saved my lower bits, but she GALLOP’T just now,
Just now I made it over it, swore a wittow bit just now.

Since I made it through, slowed it down a few, then I SAAAIID a quick ‘woo hoo’,
But the ‘do da do’, meant a rim boo boo, it was THEH-en that I knew.

That I broke it.

my 3rd drive wheel in 6,500 miles