The renewed focus of We Run and Ride

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Recently while working out designs for a cycling kit shirt and tee shirts for this blog, I wrote down a list of things that mattered most while writing this column. The list flowed right out of me, and that’s usually a sign that the subconscious has been at work all along.

And it turned out there were seven principles, which is the sign of completeness in scripture and just about every other value system in the universe.

And here they are, with brief explanations for how they came about and why they matter.

BE ORIGINAL

The goal from the start with this blog has been to take an original approach to writing about running, riding and now swimming, which has been added along the way. This has given plenty of latitude to experiment and make links between these activities we do and the way they impact or symbolize other endeavors in life. Rather than producing a training journal or a coaching clinic, it has always been the goal to make people think through original takes on the three sports that also happen to coincide with triathlon. So it’s been an evolution or original thinking, and I believe in that.

SEEK JUSTICE

This second principle, to “seek justice” may not seem to have much connection to endurance sports. And yet, we participate in some of the most just sports of all. These teach lessons about equality and the human condition. It is no coincidence that endurance sports like running still represent the foundation of the Olympic Games, and that marathons and other large scale events celebrate the best aspects of the human condition. I see this principle at work every time we meet up for runs or rides. People discuss their most important values and their personal challenges. At the heart of all religions stands the core principle of justice. And there you have it.

SHOW RESPECT

This one is tricky, because I have often done satire of the things I find most annoying or stupid in this world. Satire does not respect the subject, but it does convey principles. It is respect for the principles behind the satire that are brought to the fore. That is how men like Jon Stewart show respect through comedy. But I am also more than willing to challenge people about their beliefs, because the ultimate sign of respect is to take their beliefs seriously enough to question their source. Then there is the respect I feel directly for people profiled and interviewed for this blog. Their stories are compelling examples of interest and perseverance, ingenuity and hope. In sum it is also important to respect as well your competitors, because that’s how you learn to respect yourself. That is a major challenge for everyone in life, and one the most important aspects of existence.

GIVE FULLY

This is essentially a not-for-profit blog. I write this because it is enjoyable, and it has produced writing jobs and opportunities as a result. Someday soon I may have a line of fun items for sale through WRAR, but it’s not a get-rich-quick scheme by any means. Much less a network marketing plan. Instead, my belief in life is that when you give fully in any way, something good will come back to you. It may be unexpected, or not what you might have hoped for. But it’s true. Something works in the universe when you are willing to give fully. That means giving yourself fully to your sport as well, as much as you can. And to give your time and support to others in real time. That is one of the most rewarding aspects of running, riding and swimming. The more you give it seems, the more you get back.

TRAIN HARD

It sounds simple but it never is. Training hard takes dedication, discipline and devotion to the task at hand. That is true in the long run and also in the precise moment you make decisions about when to push, and when to pull back. To “train hard” does not mean going all out, all the time. Instead, it means the three “D’s” above. Being focused on what you are trying to do. And when you’ve done your best, it is also important to keep your training in its place. When you’re training hard you are in the midst of achievement. Because not everyone can win races or win their age groups. But they can participate. And that’s the motivator that brings us all together.

COMPETE WELL

The fun of competition and the challenges it are good reasons why many of us choose to participate in organized events. From the neighborhood 5K to the New York Marathon, from sprinting to the County Line on your group ride to earning a spot at Kona, we all have different goals. But competing well is always the aim. That can mean many things. For some to compete well just means to finish. Certainly that’s 99% of the Ironman population. The great thing about competition is it teaches your mind and body to respond under duress. These aptitudes come in handy in the real world. All the world is a competition. There’s no avoiding it. Learning to positively engage is a good thing.

LOVE LIFE

This one seems cliche, as might all the others to some degree. But together they add up to a philosophy, a clarity that can help us learn to love life itself. I’ve been through some harrowing things and lost some people so close to me it feels like flesh being ripped away. So I treasure life as much as possible. Through it all, my running and riding have sustained my brain even on days when it was difficult just to pedal 30 miles in the wake of my buddies. Life can be harsh. But life can also be joyous and replete with peak experiences that draw us out of our social shells into a world of tolerance, openness and lack of fear. We can overcome many things if we love life. That includes grief, addiction, loss of faith, disillusionment, depression and dying itself. The time we have here is indeed precious. To love life is to value it. And I try to encourage people through this blog to do just that.

There you have them. Seven ideals upon which this blog is founded. I will be centering topics around these ideals going forward. As always, I love to hear from readers and what they think about the topics we cover here. You may not always agree, but my goal is always to make you think. Be original. Seek justice. Show respect. Give Fully. Train hard. Compete well. And love life.

Because these things help you run over the tarsnakes, those things in life that would otherwise trip you up. Some are things that tempt you. Others are things that get in your way, or slow you down. But if you remained focused, and abide by a set of principles that amount to a nuanced grip on the handlebars, you can roll right over them.

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Running the numbers on rape

Senator Rubio of Florida speaks at the Conservative Political Action Conference at National Harbor, Marylan

Senator Marco Rubio of Florida speaks at the Conservative Political Action Conference (CPAC) 

It is stunning to read the views some men have on the subject of rape. It’s a pertinent topic to those of us who run, ride and swim, because those activities can put people at risk of being physically assaulted.

Granted, most men don’t have to worry about rape. They can head out the door for a run at twilight without thinking about whether or not they might be sexually assaulted. Men are simply not the predominant targets for sexual assault.

But there are an estimated 1.2M cases of rape or attempted rape in the United States each year. And as many as 1 in 5 women respond that they have experienced rape or an attempted rape in their lifetime.

Those are some daunting numbers, and is too easy to write them off until someone you know is a victim of rape or attempted rape. Those experiences are not subjects that casually come up in conversation.

Big Talkers

That means we’re often left to allow bigots, blowhards and ignorant fools do the talking on the subject of rape. Big talkers like Republican presidential candidate Marco Rubio, who recently opined on the subject of rape, try to tell women what they should be forced to do if they become pregnant from sexual assault.

“It’s a terrible situation,” Rubio said. “I mean, a crisis pregnancy, especially as a result of something as horrifying as that, I’m not telling you it’s easy. I’m not here saying it’s an easy choice. It’s a horrifying thing that you’ve just described.”

“I get it,” he added. “I really do. And that’s why this issue is so difficult. But I believe a human being, an unborn child has a right to live, irrespective of the circumstances of which they were conceived. And I know that the majority of Americans don’t agree with me on that.”

Look at how Rubio defensively claims that he actually “gets it.” But then he flatly turns around to deny women the authentic right to control what happens to their own bodies. What he doesn’t get…is that he’s calling rape an essentially harmless action, meant to be dismissed as a “terrible situation” by women unlucky enough to experience such a criminal violation.

Taking rape seriously

Wisconsin BricksRemember those numbers quoted at the start of this article? They may not reflect the half of it when it comes to real reporting about rape. That’s because women feel threatened to come forward and report a rape if they feel their circumstances will not be taken seriously, or worse yet, to be judged as the instigator rather than the victim. We all know how that goes. “Well, it’s how she dresses. She was asking for it.”

And statements like those made by Marco Rubio? Would you report a rape if you felt like you would be forced by law to bear the child of the rapist? We begin to see how aggressively backwards and dangerous the attitudes of men like Marco Rubio really are.

Now consider the fact that women dressing for workouts sometimes wear as little as possible in order to run, ride or swim efficiently. Hot weather sometimes demands it. But even on a cool and sunny day, women should be able to wear what they want, where they want to wear it. No questions asked.

Without even knowing it, men like Marco Rubio justify the act of rape by contending that a child born from that act has more rights than the mother forced to carry on with the conception. From Rubio’s point of view, even the rights of the man who committed the criminal act of rape is given more credence than the right of a woman not to be violated against her will.

The war on women

This brand of thinking has to be stopped. This idea that a shot of a man’s sperm delivered through force should be sacrosanct is absurd.

Tolerance for rape of any kind, or its consequences for any woman or man, cannot be permitted. It is the most basic of human rights to be safe in our own bodies. Of all people, those who run and ride and swim need to know this, and defend it. Otherwise, it is war on the streets for women.

Scholarly studies on the issue of rape show that it is historically used as a war against women. In her treatise title “Rape, Women and War,” scholar Angela Robinson documents how rape has served as a tool of disenfranchisement in war and cultural conflicts. “The rape of women has been utilized as a tactic of terror in wars since the beginning of armed conflicts. It appears to go through three main stages: First, rape is a routine and expected reward to the victors. Secondly, rape occurs due to a lack of military discipline. Finally, rape occurs as a military technique to demoralize the opposition. Through these horrific actions, women experience the loss of home and the loss of land, which is synonymous with the loss of identity.”

So we see that when men like Marco Rubio express casual or pressing positions on rape it is indeed a war on women perpetrated by men. The war on women is therefore very real.

Premeditation

As we all know, intentions dictate much of the prosecution in law. Premeditated murder, for example, implies a calculated intent to kill rather than reaction to a situation. The results are the same, but the justice dispensed for that crime may differ.

So here is a harsh fact: the act of rape never happens by accident. It is always premeditated. And to suggest that a woman should have to carry through on a pregnancy perpetrated by a man who forces himself on her is a premeditated miscarriage of justice.

So we should not casually accept statements like those made by Marco Rubio. It is an open threat against women to do so. Rubio’s anachronistic worldview assertively treats women as possessions, as objects lacking liberty, freedom or justice for their bodies and their minds.

Don’t accept this brand of cruel ignorance. Don’t tolerate it. For if you do, the cause of rape is on you.

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Today’s blog is under the category of Seek Justice, one of seven principles advocated by We Run and Ride. 

Source for statistics on rape: https://newrepublic.com/article/119364/cdcs-report-one-five-women-raped-other-statistics-disagree

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Digging the indoor swim vibe

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Swimmers wait their turn or wrap and watch the next event at the St. Charles Natatorium. 

Sunday mornings are often the time when weekend athletes get to compete. That’s when the streets are most quiet and facilities like high school pools are open for use by people outside the school community.

 

This weekend, the vibe inside the natatorium (a fancy word for pool) at St. Charles (Il) High School was warm, humid and human. Swimmers appreciate at least a reasonably warm climate. Walking around in skin-thin layers of wet swimsuit is torture otherwise. Plus goose pimples from chill temperatures are no one’s favorite hobby. They represent stiffening muscles as well, and that’s not the best situation for swimmers.

Granted, open water swimmers deal with chill water all the time. That’s why wetsuits were invented. Conserving body heat is crucial when water temps dip below 70 degrees or so.

Yet it’s not good when the water is too warm either. This past summer my first sprint triathlon was conducted with water temps well above 80 degrees. Wetsuits were banned because they did not want poached human beings lying around the beach in gloriously gelatinous fashion.

So the sport of swimming has its extremes. That is why the confined atmosphere of a indoor swim meet is like a set of diamonds forged from coal. The blue pool. The clean lines of the lane buoys. Even the single white markers to indicate how far a swimmer can legally dolphin underwater…all are calculated to make a swim meet a concise and regulated experience.

Yet things can still go wrong. And as my companion dove into the water for her first event, the 500 meter freestyle, her goggles tumbled down her face and hung around her neck. She swam the next 15 yards with her eyes closed to keep her contacts from washing out, then bobbed up to put the goggles back on her face. It’s not like you can put your feet down and stand up in a pool 12 foot deep. So you improvise.

That put her a pool length behind the rest of the swimmers. Yet she was determined not to be lapped entirely. She kept pace and emerged with a resolute smile and a resigned chuckle about how things really can go wrong at times.

Master’s Swim at Marmion, 5:30 am

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The beauty of Masters swimming is the opportunity to push yourself without worrying about consequences. For all the warmth of an indoor meet, the vibe itself is chill. More than any other sport, swimming welcomes people of all shapes and sizes. The pool embraces all sizes.

Sure, there are plenty of fast swimmers who show up. One such was a young woman from Carthage College named Ashley. Her performance in the 100 IM featured a thrilling matchup with another evenly matched swimmer. The race came down to the final touch and Ashley came out of the pool with wide eyes. “I panicked,” she admitted. “I only did a one hand touch.”

In college swimming, that’s a travesty. But in a local master’s meet, it’s not such a big deal. Everything is run by volunteers. The St. Charles women’s swim team was hosts for the event. The girls stood up and rang cowbells to indicate final laps, and they did all the announcements. In true athletic fashion, most of the young women spared themselves extensive makeup on a Sunday morning, and brushed their hair just enough to wrap around a hoodie. This is called service to the sport. But the meet is also a fundraiser for the team.

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Swimmers live by the schedule and their seed times. 

The beauty of Master’s Swim is the obvious practice that has gone into many of the swimmer’s efforts. Some specialize in a specific stroke, be it butterfly, where the whole body torques through the water like an eel, or breast stroke, which is basically butterfly with the arms underwater.

 

One gets used to the imperfection of these strokes as multiple swimmers give it a go in their respective heats. But when the fastest swimmers hit the water it almost looks like fake news footage, or CGI.

People wait around on the sidelines in casual states of undress, towels wrapped around their waists to cover butt cheeks and other chakra. But in large part, no one really cares what shows. There are no real fashion rules since the garments are all functional. One woman explained the important difference between her practice suit and her competition gear. “My practice suit tends to ride to the side,” she chuckles. “And that’s not good.”

True, because swimming is all about eliminating distractions. It takes full attention to manage stroke rate and concentrate on body rotation…not to mention how much air you need to take in and how much C02 you need to blow out. It’s all bubbles and grimaces up and back, length to length.

IMG_0492And truly, swim competitions (like most races in any sport) are a shock to the system of anyone that has not been racing. Whether it’s an FTP test on the bike or a time trial on the track, jacking your heart rate up to race status for the first time is always a bit unnerving.

So there are nerves, for some. One 30s swimmer admitted that he’d long been a diver in college. But one of his teammates kept giving him crap about being “just a diver.” So he challenged the guy to a 100-meter race. “It was weird,” he admitted. “Because my teammates all wondered why this was giving me so much shit. They said, ‘He sucks!’ What’s up with that?”

“So we raced and I beat him by half a pool length,” he recalled. “And he got out of the pool, walked away and never came back. So my coach told me,” Well, you’re the one that caused him to leave the team. So you get to swim the 100-meter free from now on. And that’s who I got back into swimming.” But he was still nervous going into the day’s competition. “It’s been a long time since I swam hard,” he said, jogging his legs in place while sitting on the aluminum bench beside the pool. “I don’t even know if I remember how to dive at the start. There’s no diving at all the pools where I swim.”

That seems to be the story for so many swimmers. You come equipped the best you can, and learn from every new experience.

IMG_0491That doesn’t stop Chris Colburn, the enthusiastic coach of the Bullet’s Masters Swim Team from cheering his protege’s on with urgent calls and gesticulations. He works the pool deck waving and counting time so that his swimmers will not grow complacent. Colburn simply loves success of any type, and his swimmers accept that they need some pushing at times.

His companion Nikki Marasco took up swimming in the past year and rolled her way to a second place in her heat of the breaststroke. The mother of seven children, Marasco finds the IMG_0498early morning hours at Master’s Swim practices to be great prep for a day of being a parent to the curious, active minds all around her. Her children played and amused themselves making cheer signs for mom as the meet morning wore on. Good kids. Great mom.

Across the pool, another pair of kids holds up a set of signs made with Sharpies and glitter. They hold them aloft and wave them as mom or dad swims. “Master’s meets are like an inverse world,” my companion Sue observes. “I’ve been to meets where the pools are full of adults and the stands are full of kids. It’s like the world turned inside out.”

As the meet proceeds, swimmers check off their events one-by-one. Some beat their seed times and others shrug and say, “It’s been a while.”

A young man shows up in the stands chuckling to his buddies that the competition suit he’s wearing is more than a little tight. “It hurts, man,” he admits, reaching down to adjust the bits of chakra flesh where his crotch resides. “This could be interesting.”

LidaBullets swimmer Lida Bond Keuhn emerges from the competition with several age group blue ribbons. This past summer she completed her first Ironman. She got a tiny Ironman tattoo on her ankle in testimony to her achievement. Now her daughter Stephanie plans to follow in her mother’s shoes. Even father John Keuhn was a top-flight athlete in college, playing basketball at North Park in a program that won a national championship. Their son Scott just finished a career as a top receiver for the highly successful Illinois State football team. One of his former teammates now plays for the Kansas City Chiefs.

So one can see genetics at work as Lida Keuhn powers her way through the water. A long distance swimmer by trade, she doesn’t mind the challenge of compressing those skills into shorter events. But it does bring a chuckle. She turns to my companion Sue, how also completed her first full Ironman last summer, and says, “How exactly did Ironman prepare us for this?”

And of course, the answer is; “Not much.” But that’s the nature of everyone inside the natatorium it seems. Stand on the blocks and give it a go. A little more chlorine for the ages. That’s the indoor swim vibe. And you gotta love it.

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Pins and picks

Pins and PicksCleaning off the top of my dresser is always an exercise in personal topography. The year tends to pile up in patches if you don’t get around to shoveling change into the jar and sorting through the many things that are so easy to toss on the dresser.

And this morning while cleaning up, two things stood in juxtaposition. A race number with pins and a set of guitar picks.

The pins and the race number are indicators of that very public commitment you make to participate in an event. You prepare for such things with training, fully knowing your performance will be out there for everyone to see.

The guitar picks, by contrast, are these days a somewhat more private matter. I play songs between writing projects, and try to perfect them to the point that they feel good to play. Some chords can be tough to do in progression. So I practice, and it seldom makes perfect. But it’s a great stress reliever to play music. And it’s fun.

I once shared in the leadership of a church Praise band. For the first few years, my job was rhythm guitar. That means you play the chords, keep the beat and help the band stay on track. For six or eight years I played on Sundays, and even wrote a song, performed it live and that was pretty well received.

For years, I played under the leadership of a talented couple. One played piano and sang. The other had an amazing voice and led the singers. We turned rock standards into church music and played that litany of Praise songs that all contemporary services play. Some of it really sucks. The key changes are maudlin. The lyrics repetitive. But they become standards anyway. Who knows why?

But when our lead couple left the church for other opportunities, I was left with other musicians to lead the thing and we made do. In fact, we made some decent music together. Some weeks I even served as the leader.

My training in the music field technically ended in the 7th grade. But for many years, I sang in the church choir. Not extremely well, grant you. My voice in most circumstances is just passable. On occasion, it actually sounds nice.

Then one day after leading the Praise service someone told me that I should sing more. But I know my limits, and which songs I can handle. Others take my voice to places it does not want to go. That’s a bad scene. Like barfing in the transition area at a triathlon.

It’s always a similar endeavor with endurance sports, is it not? It takes personal courage to give singing in public a try, and it takes guts to go out there and swim, run or ride until you can’t anymore. Sometimes you’re in tune for the day. Sometimes you are not. When you get out there and sense that you are “off key” somehow, you have to make the best of it whether you like it or not.

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The last time I performed in public on guitar, a horrible thing happened. I’d gotten there early to prepare because I was going to do a painting live during the service along with playing in the Praise Band. There were people running around fixing up the tarps so I would not get paint on the floor, and that was my focus too.

And regretfully, I went out to tune my guitar alone. There was just one problem. The tuner was not set to the 440 mhz it needed to be on key. It was set higher. When I came back to play, it was too late to change it.

When the music started I immediately heard my guitar was out of whack. But there was nothing I could do. I felt a rush of angst and embarrassment, and disappointment that my rhythm guitar would be absent on a piece that needed it.

It wasn’t the first time things like that have happened. And it won’t be the last. Whether it’s forgetting your cycling shoes or helmet, or having no battery in your acoustic guitar for the amp, things happen that are “in your control” and yet “out of your control.” Those are the tarsnakes of this life. But they should not stop us from trying.

Thus the picks and the pins both are a reminder to be prepared the best you can. And to clean off your dresser now and then.

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Would love your feedback on my shirt graphics

Creating shirt graphics for We Run and Ride. And through that process have come up with a philosophy that expresses the goals of this blog.

There is a front graphic that looks like this on a white shirt with black shoulders. (cycling)

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And a back graphic that is looking like this with a couple centering tweaks.

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Would love to know what you think.

 

Thanks!

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Get your FTP face on

Cyclists love empiric data. As they say in so many endurance sports, the numbers don’t lie.

And yet most endurance athletes with any amount of experience grow pretty good at lying to themselves. It’s a necessity some days. When the cadence drops and the wind is bullying down your throat, you don’t really care if your RPMS hover in the low 70s rather than the mid90s. If a bigger gear gets you through the miserable miles on the wheel of the rider ahead, all good. Cadence be damned.

Which makes the act of riding on a stationary bike in an FTP test something quite interesting to face. The commiserative moaning and groaning about the pending pedalfest was fair enough warning that it would not be easy. But what about cycling ever is? I’ve only been on a bike three times this year. The warmups feel hard at first.

So it could have been embarrassing when the coach went through the numbers one by one after the class had completed its 20-minute FTP. My numbers were singularly unimpressive. My engine does not crank out high wattage by dint of will. I already knew that. I’ve been at this endurance sports game since I was twelve. Learned to accept that without a healthy base, you’re nowhere.

After the event, another coach quietly asked me, “Were you happy with your FTP test?” Of course not. I muttered, “No.” And that’s about all there was to say. The numbers don’t lie, you see. 168 watts on average is nothing to brag about. The resounding silence is real.

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But it’s nothing to be ashamed of, either. Because my focus during the ride, whether this was smart or not, was on keeping my cadence at or near 90. You can see from the early spike that the gear I was assigned to ride was not going to happen. And the 220 level I was assigned was just eyeballed from the outset of my setup at the Sweat Shop. It was not based on any prior data.

There was no way my riding was going to continue at an output of 280 watts. My legs would have imploded. Yet one gear down felt manageable. Sustainable. My legs were feeling it, and there were 19 minutes to go.

So I kept my eyes on the RPMs. What else was there to do? One could argue, since my watts were well below the threshold of 220 assigned by the Computrainer, that was a mistake. I only crossed the red line into Gloryland a few times.

cud-racingBut damn was I consistent on that cadence. I stared at that green bar with intensity the whole time. Coach came by and said, “I like that face.” Because I look like a haggard old hawk when I stare. Always have. Always will.

It’s my… “This may suck but I don’t give up easily” look.

During the test, Coach Rick came by a couple times and glanced at the red bar indicating my low wattage status. Nothing was said, but it was obvious Red is no one’s favorite color in an FTP test. I was bleeding watts, and it was not a pretty sight.

But my Green Happy Place continued on. Mr. Cadence, I was. Maybe I’ll adopt that name now that the local group of hospitals formerly named Cadence has been absorbed by a big Purple Monster named Northwestern Medicine. You can’t compete in the world of healthcare these days if you can’t push the Big Ring.

As for little old me, many times over the years I’ve been counseled by good cyclists to “stay in the small ring” for the first 1000 miles of the season. Don’t push the big gears until you’re ready and the legs have built up the small capillaries necessary to sustain both cadence and endurance.

An FTP test goes completely against this logic, which has, by the way, worked well for me a number of years. Build fitness on a base, then add in intervals, then speed. Works in running. Cycling. Maybe even swimming.

Don’t get me wrong. I go against conventional training practices all the time. Even though I run only 15-20 miles a week in training, I still do hard speed work once a week that makes up about 20% of my total runs. That worked to get me a 42:00 10k last fall, a two-minute improvement over the year before. That’s a pretty decent return on investment, I think.

Back when I started cycling seriously ten years ago, I raced in criteriums 11 times that first year. I accepted the fact that you need to go fast in order to improve. A local bike shop sponsors weekly criterium races at an underdeveloped industrial park near my home. Last year I didn’t race there at all due to other obligations and priorities. So my speed and wattage likely suffered for that lack of high-pressure riding. Criteriums, like the Computrainer, do not lie. You either stick with the bunch or you get dropped.Still, I rode homestyle crits on the big block near my house, and averaged just over 20mph on the Felt last summer.

As for Computraining, I expect the same principles to go to work. Repetition builds muscle, which builds aerobic capacity. Then you can build speed and watts. Otherwise, you’re just fooling yourself. Not facing up to reality. Fitness does not happen by magic. I have never been the guy with the automatic Big Engine. Yes, I was better than many at the running thing. But it always took work, hard work, to achieve a decent level of fitness. And I learned the hard way that I was not world class, or really anywhere near it. But not for lack of trying. Won my share of races, and am happy to have that in the bank of good memories.

Fortunately, my mountain bike wheel is now repaired (broken spoke) and my Specialized Rockhopper is ready for some miles in February. That will be good base work.

And yesterday, in a tantalizing moment, I got to glimpse and lift the new matte black Specialized Venge Expert bike that was ordered and assembled for me at Mill Race Cyclery. As soon as I pay off the rest of that baby with cash, and after a bike fit, it’s mine to ride.

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Because while I love the Waterford in terms of look and feel, it has never been fitted to my body. I jerked the seat way up front for last night’s riding and who knows if that was the right or wrong thing to do. I was just guessing. I’ve been wobbling back and forth during every ride in Computraining. Surely that’s a bit of wasted energy. You think?

Like most things in life, guesswork about the bike gets you nowhere fast. Which is why we all do FTP tests. To remove the guesswork and figure out what kind of bloody watts we’re all cranking out.

It’s something you have to face sooner or later. Might was well get at it.

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Why stuff like fashion, sexism and ageism matter to those who run, ride and swim

So yesterday’s rather long blog about Victoria’s Real Secret might seem to be off the subject of running and riding and swimming.

But I think about these things because they do relate to the worlds of running, cycling and swimming. And multisport as well.

For example, in reference to the evolution of women’s specific exercise clothing, and how it took years for women to get what they wanted (not just what men thought they wanted)  I saw this interesting meme on Instagram this morning. It was posted by trichicks.

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It’s pretty clear some serious thinking goes into women’s specific clothing. And it’s so easy to take these details from granted. But over the years, I’ve watched the evolution of women’s specific apparel, and to me it’s personal because the women friends in my life matter to me. I get happy about the thought that all women can share in activities that used to be for men only. .

And as my blog yesterday also discussed, there’s still a lot of body shaming going on, and it’s coming from both men and women. For example, I also stumbled this morning on an article about what Susan Sarandon wore to the SAG Awards (that’s the Screen Actors Guild) and the nasty messages people posted on Twitter about her cleavage. They said she was too old to wear a low cut outfit. They made jokes about the “sag” awards as if showing her 60+ breasts was shameful. But here’s a photo of Susan Sarandon. She looks great and stands up well against all the other gals showing their cleavage. It’s her goddamned right.

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Oh, and that’s Piers Morgan weighing in below the photo. “Very tacky, Ms Sarandon,” he snarks.

Yes, there are situations in which women step over the line when it comes to what they wear. We’ve all been to that 4th of July party where an elder gal at the party is falling out of her dress. People wish she would just put it away.

But I also admire women that decide to wear what they bloody well want. It’s a bold, happy statement for an older woman with ample breasts to just put it out there and say, in essence, “Deal with it.”

But that’s not precisely the case here either. Susan Sarandon is wearing a quite lovely bra under that white jacket. And it’s just like I was talking about in the blog yesterday. Underwear has become outwear, and in its context, that is a statement about owning your body. It’s the same with wearing a sports bra out to go for a run. Perhaps you cover up to go to Trader Joes. But when you’re running, you can wear what you want.

The same goes for men and their bike shorts, by the way. It doesn’t hurt to put on some nice baggy shorts if you’re going to the grocery store after a ride. And really, tight-fitting clothing does have its place in many societal situations.

Helen-Mirren-helen-mirren-32853620-2000-2020Yet there’s also an ugly bit of ageism going on against Susan Sarandon. Why is sheHelen Mirren being busted when Helen Mirren has made a similar go of it with her aging body and been celebrated? This idea that women are not allowed to age is ridiculous. Certainly Helen Mirren was a young beauty. Yet she’s just as stunning in her elder years.

She even posed nude and that was also a wonderful statement that aging does not mean you’re all used up.

Think about the finish line of your typical triathlon or running event. There are women crossing that line with wrinkles and aging skin. Their bodies may not be what they once were, for certain. But there is great beauty in perseverance.

In an interesting alignment with the Internet gods, this morning I also watched this hilarious and biting video from Amy Schumer. It’s about the Last Fuckable Day among Hollywood actresses. It throws the bullshit expectations of age and women’s body image out the window. Watch it and laugh. And just try to get that image of white spiders out of your head.

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Of course, Amy Schumer rips these perceptions up with regularity. She talks about sex and body parts and wears her own weight with gloriously feminine panache. Her movie Trainwreck admits this is not always a pretty process. The character she plays has genuine issues about commitment and relationships. Well, duh.

But how many times have you seen a woman out for a run with a little bit more weight on her body than she’s probably like and thought to yourself, “You go girl.”

Because for whatever reason she chooses: For health, for weight loss for sanity…that’s a choice she’s making that day. And generally, that’s a good one.

Of course, society can be cruel in such circumstances. Men can shout out the windows of their cars. Whether for compliment or insult, street harassment is still an issue for women.

So it all fits together you see. Just like I said in yesterday’s blog, it’s all about respect in the end. Showing it. Giving it. Expecting it in return. Respect is the foundation of all relationships, public or private.

And respect is the foundation for social justice. Running and riding and swimming play an important societal role in this evolving world. They teach us how to respect the effort of others. Give us empathy for their struggles, and our own. We can align and share these experiences with people of different cultures, races, gender and orientation.

That’s exactly why I write this blog. And always have. And always will.

 

 

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Victoria’s real secret

Boys are like BrasVictoria’s Secret is one of the better merchandisers on this planet. They use every marketing technique available to sell product. From direct mail to text marketing,  email to producing that annual underwear fest they call a TV show. It’s all about moving product. 

I get their emails and mailers because I try to do the right thing and buy what my girlfriend wants. And we’ll get to what that actually means. For the moment, what really intrigued me was the Subject Line of an Email received in my inbox from Victoria’s Secret.

It said: “BOYS ARE LIKE BRAS.”

That made me laugh out loud. Really? Why is that, I wanted to know? Well, it turns out we’re hardly one of a kind. Because the email opens up to a subhead that reads:

So. Many. Options. So why choose just one?

Okay, I get it now. Boys are kind of like bras. Girls do try them on for size. Some they keep. Others they dump. It’s just like Elle King’s recent bop-hop song X’s and O’s

Well, I had me a boy, turned him into a man

I showed him all the things that he didn’t understand

Whoa, and then I let him go

Now, there’s one in California who’s been cursing my name

‘Cause I found me a better lover in the UK

Hey, hey, until I made my getaway

This is the age of female empowerment after all. It took Cosmo magazine 30 years and thousands of headlines telling women how to please a man, and get pleasure in return. And then Victoria’s Secret came along to ostensibly aid women in achieving that goal. As if pleasing a man really takes much effort.

But honestly, I don’t think that’s the real reason why most women buy sexy little bits of underwear. If you learn your way around a Victoria’s Secret store (and guys, you should) it becomes apparent that women’s panties are not about you at all. Panties are essentially a pretty, disposable item. 

For one thing, panties don’t cost all that much. They’re really a loss leader to get women buying other, more expensive items like bras and sprays. You can get six pairs of panties for only $27.00 during one of those VS specials. That’s about the same price guys pay for a set of Hane’s tagless tee shirts at your local Kohl’s store. Think about that for a minute. We’re starting to dial in here. Stick with it.

Those men’s tee shirts last about a year and then the cotton starts to turn a sad grayish color and the material gets floppy around the neck. At that point, most wives secretly dump those old tee shirts into the shoe polish bin and magically a new set of tee shirts appears in the drawer. It’s a simple science. All you need to know is a guy’s chest size and replacing tee shirts is easy. The old tee shirts go off to the thrift store and the old briefs or boxer underwear get tossed into the garbage. 

Practically nothing

It’s a more complicated process in the other direction. It’s a practical fact that women never hurl piles of used panties or bras into a sack and drag them to the thrift shop. As any woman can tell you, that’s just plain gross. There are too many things going on down there for even healthy women to recycle underwear of any kind. And when a bra has finished its service, it won’t even function as a decent slingshot. All these trifles and nothings that women wear under their clothing are fashionable, but ultimately dispensable. If they happen to look sexy, that’s simply the tradeoff for the practical realities of being female. There’s even a transitional store for younger women that goes by the name PINK. It accomplishes the same purpose. 

Unmentionables

So this is a kind way of explaining why there are so many kinds of panties, and in so many pretty colors and patterns. They are camouflage for the gritty fact of being a female. That’s Victoria’s real secret. Make a woman feel pretty through the earthy verve of being a woman and all that it entails, and you have won her heart.

I know I’m right about this because as you’ll note, there is no male equivalent to Victoria’s Secret. Not unless you count Gander Mountain or Cabela’s. Or perhaps a local Under Armor store.

It is interesting to note that the sports industry has gravitated back to the idea where controlling your junk is again a priority. Back in the 60s and 70s men wore jockstraps, which were nothing more than utility thongs with side bands. And they worked.

Deny it all you like, but there was an autoerotic aspect to jockstraps with that stretchy pouch to hold a man’s wank and jewels. Any guy that says he never got a hard-on while putting on a jock is a complete and total liar. Of course, at the age at which most boys began wearing jockstraps, all it took was a stiff breeze to generate an erection. So the premise of that argument is slightly flawed. But you get the drift. 

From jocks to flops

New BalanceThen jockstraps went out of fashion, replaced by running shorts with built-in briefs. These were, at first, an unsettling development. The flop-around factor was considerable, but one got used to that pretty quick. There was a liberating aspect to having your crank flop around inside silk shorts.

This was the 70s, after all, the decade when lots of body parts were flopping around. Women’s breasts drove the jiggle factor that took over our TV sets. Programs like Battle of the Network Stars and Three’s Company were about little more than erect nipples and bouncing breasts.

You may recall that during that same period, some groups of women actually burned their bras. That turned out to be both an iconic and an ironic act. In the short term, all it did was draw even more sexual attention and objectification to women. Not all political actions have straight line results.  

But perhaps there was something else going on. Those old-style giant white bras were sexual in a Rocky Horror Picture Show sort of way. The taboo of those massive undergarments was the entire dynamic. Burning those bras was opening the door to a different kind of revolution.

Because along came the women’s revolution in athletics. No longer did women want to truck about in what amounted to giant white torture devices. The sports bra was invented, and at first, they were all white and had all the fashion glory of a potato sack with the potatoes still stuck inside. Then came the invention of Spandex, which was turned into tights and shorts and finally stretchy bras that were slightly more flattering and functional. Then these garments evolved into yoga pants and athletic wear of a thousand variegations.

Brands for women

It was no coincidence that during the feminist revolution, bras underwent a comfort revolution as well. Women of all sizes wanted bras that not only fit, but worked to prevent breasts from flopping around too much. It was only 30 years ago that the first sports bras emerged on the market. It wasn’t until women took over the process that gals got bras and shorts that actually fit their bodies. Now there are brands for women such as Athleta and Title 9 and Lulomon that specialize in clothing women actually want to wear to work out.

So, if you’re a guy who wants to buy your gal something she really likes, it pays to ask a few questions. That goes for just about everything you ever buy for a woman. Even an engagement ring. Just ask. It’s not that hard. You’ll likely learn a ton of interesting things about how she thinks before the conversation’s over. It’s an Eternal Rule. If you actually listen to what a woman is saying, that will be greatly appreciated. And so will you.

The other Eternal Rule is that while it might appear that women are dressing for you, they’re really not. You’ll note that while Victoria’s Secret also sells workout wear, including sports bras and tee shirt bras and bras that just plain look pretty, there is always a practical issue underlying all these pretty things.

Fashion choices

BrandiYou’ll note that some of the sports bras women can buy are worn without a shirt over them. If women choose to do that, it is a man’s job not to stare. Not all women are imitating Madonna, who started the whole trend of wearing regular bras over her clothes.

Athletic women are far more like soccer player Brandi Chastain who tore off her jersey after winning a soccer game and did so in an enthusiastic, unadorned celebration of life itself. That act generated a lot of controversy, yet in the end, it produced a remarkable change in attitudes toward women athletes. One of respect. 

Morals and morality

The moral of this story is that Victoria’s Secret is not really what you think it is. Sure, the company uses sexuality to sell its product. But in truth, that’s only part of the story. all that sexy marketing is in sum, a ruse to disguise the very practical fact of women want to feel good about themselves. The display pretty bra straps calculatedly layered to show off shoulders may seem entirely sexual, but it’s really not. It’s a fashion statement, and that’s a very different thing. Women (and some enlightened men) actually know this. It’s a brand of visual dialogue that leaps all the way over to the running track, and cycling gear, and swimwear, all of which have a function called performance. And that’s the metric by which women really want to be valued. Yes, it’s nice to be visually appreciated, but not at the cost of letting me be who I am. 

Fashion and fascism

Because fashion is such an accepted part of being human, it can easily be misunderstood. But as this dialogue from the movie The Devil Wears Prada explains, the underlying fact of what we wear is a reflection of a collective desire for attention and respect. The two can appear to be in conflict when women seem to sexualize themselves and then complain when getting unwanted attention from men. But it’s all part of a perpetually evolving dynamic in which women and all of humanity struggles for respect, equality and empowerment. Fashion is just one of the tools of that expression. This passage from the dialogue in The Devil Wears Prada describes the trickle-down effect of fashion versus the desire to make choices and empowerment of ideas on our own. 

This… ‘stuff’? Oh… ok. I see, you think this has nothing to do with you. You go to your closet and you select out, oh I don’t know, that lumpy blue sweater, for instance, because you’re trying to tell the world that you take yourself too seriously to care about what you put on your back. But what you don’t know is that that sweater is not just blue, it’s not turquoise, it’s not lapis, it’s actually cerulean. You’re also blithely unaware of the fact that in 2002, Oscar De La Renta did a collection of cerulean gowns. And then I think it was Yves St Laurent, wasn’t it, who showed cerulean military jackets? And then cerulean quickly showed up in the collections of 8 different designers. Then it filtered down through the department stores and then trickled on down into some tragic casual corner where you, no doubt, fished it out of some clearance bin. However, that blue represents millions of dollars and countless jobs and so it’s sort of comical how you think that you’ve made a choice that exempts you from the fashion industry when, in fact, you’re wearing the sweater that was selected for you by the people in this room. From a pile of stuff.

If that seems Draconian and the product of a power-mongering control freak, then you’re paying attention. But in the end, it’s not that the fashion industry entirely controls us. It’s that fashion in all its forms both controls and reflects an individual and collective struggle for recognition, and freedom to choose.

Perversions

Those trends and choices are so easily perverted and exploited by mass communications and politics. One of the mistakes some political leaders make in seeking and wielding power is that they come to assume that the process of creating political “fashion,” their ideology, as it were, places them above the fact that people everywhere still have the right to make their own choices. They ultimately mistake, as Miranda Priestley did, their power for their purpose.

Tragically, when politicians begin to assume they are capable of making individual choices for people, controlling their rights, they have drifted out of the realm of political fashion into a brand of fashionable fascism.

That’s why some brands of male politicians cannot bring themselves to actually respect women even as they sexualize and worship them. They fear women’s bodies even as they desire them. This taboo is use as some sort of excuse to push women into roles or positions they may not desire. This male habit is even codified in the Bible in laws against women that proclaim them “unclean” during their menstrual cycles. And in today’s political climate, this “fear versus respect” internal conflict among some groups of men still drives them to politicize issues of women’s health and take away reproductive freedom. There is fascism in this brand of misogyny.

Confusing messages

Meanwhile, Victoria’s Secret sells millions of panties making some men think that all women are dressing for them, when in fact those women are dressing for themselves, and perhaps their friends as well. That’s simply approaching fashion in a signatory way. It sends signals of both choice and collaboration. It happens that some gay men are known to dress well, and it is also a signatory device.

But you’ll notice that at the end of the movie The Devil Wears Prada, the character Andy Sachs chooses to reject the more fascist leanings of the fashion industry, which demands that she conform and go along or be cast out. She walks away from her job with Miranda Priestley even though that position confers the young assistant with enormous power. She makes an even more powerful choice on her own volition, and goes into journalism. Because that’s who she ultimately is. She just dresses better now.

The real Victoria’s Secret

The fact that dressing pretty can make a woman feel good about herself, and her body, is the Victoria’s Secret men actually need to learn. It’s not about you, guys. It’s about them. And until you understand that you will never be in on the real secret. It’s called respect, and that’s the most interesting thing you can give to any woman.

But a nicely fashionable bag is a good gift too. Just know what you’re doing, lest you look like a fool.

Nate: Why do women need so many bags?

Lilly: Shut up.

Nate: You have one. You put all your junk in it, and that’s it. You’re done.

Doug: Fashion is not about utility. An accessory is merely a piece of iconography used to express individual identity.

Lilly: Oh! And it’s pretty.

Doug: That too.

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Coping with a world of clutter

 

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Not my work space. Just a testimonial on clutter from the Internet.

A friend posted an article to Facebook about the potential benefits of clutter. I haven’t read the piece yet. I actually don’t intend to read it. I don’t want to justify clutter in any way. In fact, I have already had so much experience with clutter in my life I already know its benefits and detractions.

I have empathy for all those who deal with clutter as a fact of life. From young moms and dads dealing with multiple children, their toys, laundry and toddler detritus, to caregivers dealing with the ongoing burden of health management. I’ve been there. Done that.

As a generally creative person, I know how clutter works, and doesn’t. I’ve been known to scatter materials over a desk or work area to the point where the word “organization” applies as a construct, but not a reality. I also know how to leave this well enough alone during the creative process. You can kill the flow of a project if you spend more time shuffling paper around when the painting or article or solutions are in the making.

Over time I’ve come to learn the balance. Cleaning up your studio before starting a new painting can mace6cdb30879031.56058a85895a5ke the difference between having materials at hand when you need them and having to stop and potentially lose an important moment when the paint is wet and the ideas are happening.

It’s true with watercolor or acrylic or pastel or any other medium in which you want to work. It’s true in writing fiction or non-fiction, B2B technical writing or a blog about hemlines in fashion. Creativity is a balance between organizing your thoughts at the beginning and bringing them out without interruption. I don’t buy the idea that creative people have to be messy in order to do their work. Creativity is both a freedom and a discipline.

Clutter can kill this balance. Throw it out of whack. Searching for notes to write an article or clamming around to find the right jar of paint during a project can bog things down, cause one to lose sight of the aim, and even blow and opportunity for success. All it takes is a missed train to blow an important meeting, or an untied shoelace to blow chances for a PR in a 10K race.

Cluttered ShelfAgain, I have total empathy for those dealing with clutter as a time-pressure of reality rather than a choice. For the last 15 years of my life, I’ve been a direct or indirect caregiver to both my parents and my late wife. During those years it has often been difficult to keep up with the physical and emotional clutter of details and things, always things, that can clutter and preoccupy the mind.

Only recently did my dog move out to live with my daughter. And while I miss his company some days, it has been revelatory to be able focus on my needs and priorities in some respects. He was back for a weekend visit and it was fun. But for now, I’m happy to have him enjoy life with my daughter.

Being responsible for others can be both a clutter maker and a clutter cleaner. You learn to cope, and it can refine your own methods and mind. But we need a bit of both. Obligation and freedom each act as a refining aspect in our lives.

Hoarded living room, Essex.

Things that “don’t go together” in a hoarder’s house.

People who live with hoarders know how difficult life among clutter can be. I recall threading my way through the home of an aged aunt when I was a child. There were stacks of magazines head-high throughout the whole house. Back then I did not understand what that meant. The musty, dusty home in which they lived was jammed with layers of goods both valuable and invaluable. That’s just how it was when we visited.

When they died, the house sat untended for a year. Finally, thieves broke into the house and made off with treasures of Indian arrowhead collections, antique clocks and who knows what else. So much for the clutter. Nature abhors both a vacuum and a stash.

The show American Pickers makes use of this kind of stored clutter to trace American history and celebrate that which we cannot bring ourselves to throw away. Hang onto anything long enough, the show says, and it becomes a keepsake.

With some objects, this is indeed true. Yesterday while cleaning out the closets in my bedroom and inventorying clothing to give to Goodwill or Amvets, I found a simple box at Gold Pursethe back of a closet. Opening the box, I found a gold purse that had been owned by my late grandmother-in-law. It shone with its own life inside that box. And I knew that my daughter would want that clutch purse.

Indeed, it turned out to be the one thing she most prized in memory of her great-grandmother. So I delivered that purse to her last evening when I brought the dog back to her place.

That process of cleaning out all my closets turned up other valuables as well. I found my Chicago Blackhawks cap hanging all alone on the hat rope in the front hall closet. I also dug up my black arm warmers for cycling, and realized I need to look for the newer pair of cycling boots for winter riding.

That was the purpose of all this cleaning. My life is changing in some very good ways of late. The decision to open an art studio at Water Street Studios has made a big difference in productivity and interest in my work. I’ve been keeping that studio space organized and neat. That didn’t use to be my habit.

Venge.jpgGoing into the new year with cycling, I’ll soon have a new bike. With a new fit. And a new set of plans to train and race. I want to be organized about all of that. Want to respect the new equipment with regular upkeep. Not let the goo collect at the base of the bike frame. Nor let the chain get black and gritty. All of that dirt and grime slows you down at some level. As does hunting around for bike gear on the morning of a ride. Same goes for running and swimming gear as well.

Being organized and getting rid of clutter means making good choices before you even begin the workout or embark for a race. And what else is a Transition Zone in a triathlon but an organizational venture to get you in and out of T1 and T2 as fast as possible? It certainly does not help to have your gloves scattered and your shoes knotted. That’s why people lay all that out in advance, and have quicklaces in their shoes. It’s all to reduce the clutter of competition.

 

Uncluttered ClosetI have long reveled in the joy in being fully prepared for a race. After you’ve done the hard work and tested yourself in workouts that go well beyond the pain of racing, it feels good to lace on those shoes on a fresh morning and get warmed up. You’re organized. The clutter of doubt is vanquished from your mind. You are going to give it your best.

That’s how I want to live all of my life. And yes, there will be times when clutter comes back around. It always does. We’re all human. Yet being too possessive and neat is just as bad in some ways as being overwhelmed by clutter.

It is very important to understand that the emotional component of clutter is just as real as the physical. Just last year I tossed a bunch of meaningless trophies that had sat collecting dust for more than two decades. At what point do we divest ourselves of such needless memories? I simply did not need the first place trophy from the Amboy 5 Mile in 1984.

At the same time, I just bit the bullet and paid off an unhealthy chunk of credit card debt that had accrued through poor financial habits. Talk about clutter of the mind! Making minimum payments and watching interest cancel them out is no way to live. That was a financial tarsnake for sure. And while the big payoff hurt to accomplish, it sets the stage for a better future.

So I spent the day Sunday cleaning out closets and making decisions about what to keep and throw out. Granted, an organized closet filled with suits that I seldom wear is a philosophical conundrum of sorts. But when I do wear a suit, I know where to find them. And that’s what really counts. In fact, I recently gave away one of my suits to a young man that needed one to do a job interview. He got the job, and it’s making a big difference in his attitude, and his entire life.

I could have been sentimental about that suit. But it wasn’t worth it. It is perhaps as important to de-clutter our emotions as it is to fix the organization of our physical space. Clearing the mind for new adventures is a healthy thing. It makes room for imagination and its partner, endeavor.

So here’s my simple little list for reducing clutter in your life. It’s all about making decisions in the moment, so that you can see the long term.

  1. Tackle one “room” or one issue at a time, and stage clutter into categories so you can make decisions about what to keep and throw out.
  2. Get help if you need it. Having a third party take a look at your circumstance can be vital to making decisions about what to keep.
  3. Get real about the sentimental attachment to “things.” People often keep objects and things for unhealthy, unresolved reasons. If you find yourself bogged down by emotions about your possessions or clutter, talk to a therapist. All of us have emotional baggage, and that inevitable gets expressed in clutter. If hoarding is an issue for you or someone in your life, it needs to be addressed.
  4. Compare your “real” goals to a life with clutter. What is it you want to achieve, and why is clutter in the way? Often that is the source of clutter. People are typically afraid of what it really means to clean up, and step up. It obligates us to take action and confront the reality of our denial and procrastination on difficult ideas or challenges.
  5. Prioritize to shift clutter where it belongs. Bills sitting out on a counter along with magazines, plates and other detritus are simply decisions waiting to be made.
  6. Write down what it takes to succeed, and consider those habits that lead to that. When it comes to your running, riding and swimming, that may be simple as organizing your gear each week.

Coping with clutter is all about making decisions. In the end it will benefit you by clearing your mind for training and competition. And that’s worth it.

See you on the road.

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The dashboard melted but we still have the radio…

DashboardOne of my favorite scenes in the movie “Planes, Trains and Automobiles” finds the characters played by John Candy and Steve Martin pulled over by a policemen who is more than a little fascinated by the condition of their car. Of course, their vehicle burned up in a hilarious incident the night before, and there is ice and snow covering the vehicle as they drive down the road in their horrific caps. Yet when stopped by the police, Candy points out that it’s the damndest thing. The dashboard melted but the radio still works.

Then years later, along came the song Dashboard by Modest Mouse. Please watch the video. It’s so delightfully strange. But the lyrics tell a story of survival in the face of strange odds.

Well, it would’ve been
Could’ve been worse than you would ever know
Oh, the dashboard melted
But we still have the radio

Getting through some of life’s experiences is all we can do sometimes. A few friends of mine, men and women, have recently gone through marriage breakups. Some have discovered that despite the meltdown of their marriages, their “radios” still work. The voice in their head tells them that it’s going to be okay.

Oh, it could’ve been
Should’ve been worse than you would ever know
Well, the windshield was broken
But I love the fresh air ya know
(The dashboard melted, but we still have the radio)

I have had friends, and sons and daughters of friends, that have come through drinking problems or substance abuse. Some of these situations were responses to life’s generally hot breath. Others were damaged from the inside out. The drugs were attempts to self medicate.

Why should we ever even ever really even get to know?
(It was impossible, we ran it good, we ran it good)
Oh, if the world don’t like us
It’ll shake us just like we were a co-oh-oh-oh-old
Now here we go!

I take a dose of anti-anxiety and anti-depressant medicine each day. It helps, as the psychiatrist who prescribed it once said, “to put air in the tires.” Like many people, I’ve come through some intense stuff in life. Caregiving. Lost people that I love. Faced work and financial challenges. But as noted, my radio is still playing. Along the way, I’ve learned a few things about how my head works. Learned to consider life’s challenges, yet not ruminate on doubt and negativity. Tough lessons to learn. The dashboard has melted on occasion, but I still have the radio.

And of course, the most important treatment for mood and motivation (the dashboard) is my running. And my riding. And now my swimming.

It was no coincidence back when I was 14 and first went out for the cross country team… that my body and mind reverberated with life in response to long distance running. Studies have shown that good chemical things happen when you run.

That doesn’t necessarily uncomplicate your life. But with time to process and think about what’s going on around and inside of you, there’s a better chance you’ll figure it out. Come up with creative solutions. And think about the practical aspects of your actions.

Well, we scheme, and we scheme, but we always blow it
We’ve yet to crash, but we still might as well enjoy it
Standing at a light switch to each east and west horizon
Every dawn you’re surprising
And the evening was consoling
Saying, “See, it wasn’t quite as bad as”

There’s a great Peter Gabriel song in which he’s inside his house imagining this monster outside his door. All night long he’s cowering in fear, yet when he opens the door in the morning a harmless creature lays curled up at his feet. It only wanted to come inside to get warm?

We obviously have many coping mechanisms to get along in this world. Sometimes things go up in flames. Yet the funny part is finding out how things turn out despite how far your fearful imaginings take you. That’s why the scene with John Candy and Steve Martin sitting in that frozen car with the dashboard melted is so goddamned funny. They’ve been through hell together, those two. But the music still plays.

You can make up your own allegories from here on out. Perhaps you have a training partner with whom you’ve been to hell and back. Or maybe you’ve come through a divorce, a death of someone important or a divorce. Perhaps a long struggle with food addiction and weight or drugs is always in the back of your mind. None of us is perfect. All of us cringe while the dashboard, on occasion or in our past, melts before our eyes.

It just pays to have a way to figure it all out. Time to process, even to twist the truth around and look at it from all angles.

Hard-wired to conceive, so much we’d have to stow it
Even needs have needs, tiny giants made of tinier giants
Don’t wear eyelids so I don’t miss the last laugh of this show
(The dashboard melted, but we still have the radio)

Life is absurd, you see. And random. There is no pre-ordination or pre-destination to it all. God is not, as Modest Mouse also once said, a control freak.

But there his hope and salvation in learning how to deal with life’s obstacles. And sometimes the voice of God is just the crackling noise coming from a radio that didn’t melt when the dashboard did.

Dashboard Songwriters: JOE PLUMMER, ISAAC K. BROCK, JEREMIAH MARTYN GREEN, ERIC SCOTT JUDY, JOHNNY MARR, THOMAS P. PELOSO © Peermusic Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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