Shortcuts versus tangents

IMG_1352The corporate world is fond of hardline sayings such as “There is no such thing as a shortcut to success.” That brand of machismo is prized among people who want to be perceived as smart, realistic and hard-working.

The problem with sayings like that is they are often wrong. Any endurance athlete can tell you that taking shortcuts or choosing tangents is the best way to navigate a race course.

Open water swimmers learn to “sight” by raising their heads to choose the straightest course. Cyclists and runners learn to ride and run the tangents, cutting corners from point to point in order to cut down on the distance covered. All these methods involved taking the shortest course possible. And they are legal. But they are also very different from taking shortcuts that are not legal. It is important in this world to know the difference.

And what can we learn from these methods that are applicable to real life?

Apple versus PCs

I think back to that period in technology when the Macintosh was first emerging on the market. Mac users fondly used a mouse to navigate freely around documents. Yet there were people who flatly refused this shortcut because they thought scrolling by using the arrow keys was a more efficient, and perhaps more honest way of using a keyboard.

Food Blue HandThat brand of reticence came to symbolize the battle between PC (originally IBM, known as Big Blue) users and those who embraced Apple products. Apple promoted its innovations with phrases such as “Think Different.”And some people hated them for it.

There are still plenty of people who hate Apple. For a long time, the main contention was that Apple products, especially Macs, were not powerful enough for business use. That was a big defense of PCs and business machines. The Intel chips were better.

Then Apple made the leap to the more powerful Intel chips… and that may or may not be an issue anymore. It’s practically irrelevant. Apple took a shortcut to success by running tangents from one personal interest to the next. The creative world embraced these products and the entire publishing industry was revolutionized.

So in essence, Apple won. To this day, Apple remains a key inventor of products that deliver shortcuts to enjoyment of everything from reading to music to productivity.

Music versus tunes

Ancillary products such as iTunes have also revolutionized (for better or worse) the structure upon which the entire music industry depended.

One could argue that the shortcuts enabled by digital music destroyed that industry. Likewise, creative artists struggle to make money with recordings of their music. It is too easily traded and stolen by anyone with the simplest computer.

That revolution has had an interesting byproduct. Artists now depend on touring to make money from their music. So the destruction led to a recreation. It’s almost as if the music business has been forced back in time, or gone through a creative wormhole at the least.

Taxi versus Uber

All these aspects of progress are both the cause and symbol of creating shortcuts. The ride-sharing app Uber took a shortcut on the taxicab business. Yet taxi companies are now adopting similar technologies to improve their service. Some blamed Uber for cheating. But now the taxi business may become better for it.

If we wanted to stick our heads in the ground, it might be possible to defy all this change and progress. But we also know that someone is always ready to embrace change. Getting left behind holding the buggy whip is no way to live.

Clean versus doping

Criterium du Dauphine - Stage EightYet we also want to know that people are not taking shortcuts that give them an unfair advantage in competition.

The doping scandals that continue to plague cycling and track and field as sports are clearcut examples of taking unfair shortcuts to success. When athletes take a drug that makes them 10% faster on the bike or on the run, that makes for exciting viewing, but the results are falsely manipulated. They’re cheating, in other words.

Whether the paradigm that doping is cheating actually sticks is a question for the ages. Baseball, football, and other sports that are not so intrinsically measured by absolute results such as time also have problems with dopers. Mark McGuire and Sammy Sosa lit the baseball world on fire one summer, racing to a season home run record that drew massive attention to a sport that frankly needed it. They took the shortcut to success and were rewarded with fame. Baseball thrived in that limelight, making more money and returning briefly to its glory as America’s Pastime.

But we know that shortcuts of that nature also come with a cost. Steroids can have physical and emotional effects that can lead to destruction of the individual. Men like Lyle Alzado and others have learned that taking shortcuts can cut short your life. Sammy and Mark were later shamed for their doping, and Barry Bonds too. Shortcuts often catch up to you later on.

Red Bull versus sanity

The Red Bull company is making great public relations hay out of risk-related sports that emphasize the brand image of high amp adventure. Many of their sport-related events features athletes doing the opposite of taking shortcuts, jumping out of high-flying objects in wingsuits, or diving off tall cliffs in just a Red Bull Speedo.

Yikes. They put themselves at unnecessary risk just to see if it can be done. Taking the literal high road in these forms can produce dangerous results. It can be a shortcut to death.

But that’s what makes it all so thrilling to watch. Those Tour de France cyclists barrelling down mountains in July with newspapers tucked in their kit jerseys to keep down the cold are cutting tangents on the bike to cut down time and gain speed. The fact that their shortcuts down the mountain take them to the edge of a precipice time and again makes us cringe in our own bike shorts. And we admire their guts.

Liberalities versus liberalism

Felt_Bicycles_2016_AR3_USA_INTThat’s how the world works, and what human nature craves. We admire the bold and the risk-takers. We largely respect the innovators once we figure out what they’re doing.

Men like Steve Jobs recognized potential in the fact that people often don’t even know what they want, and if you create something cool enough, they’ll certainly want it bad. And often. And lots of it. iThis and iThat.

Even the bikes we ride and the shoes we put on our feet are attempts to circumvent the rules. We want to “cheat the wind” with aero frames and bikes lighter than air. Regulatory commissions thus have to make rules governing these innovations or cyclists and their teams will find new ways to cheat.

Horse racing has its handicapping methods to manage weight differences in jockeys. Even strip clubs have rules about who can touch the dancers (male or female) and who cannot. NO shortcuts!

Of course, much of that governance has to do with how much money you’re willing to spend, and that’s where things get tricky, so to speak. The world’s oldest profession(s) even have rules for cheating. But in the end, they’re all shortcuts to sex, and some people take issue with that basic fact.

Which leaves conservatives, as a rule, to stand back and wonder what the hell the world is really all about. Strippers and escorts reportedly love big political conventions on both sides of the aisle. Human sex trafficking picks up during these events.  These bold liberalities are signs of a society confused about its moral foundations.

And certainly men like Lance Armstrong, who took liberalities with doping rules, have been put through the ringer by both liberals and conservatives for doing great things the wrong way. But taking liberalities is far different from taking a liberal approach to thinking. We’ve learned that the hard way in America, and on multiple levels.

Risk versus solvency

TarsnakesSee, taking liberalities with the rules is a far different thing taking a liberal approach to thinking. The economy crashed in 2008 in part because the financial industry took liberalities with foundational rules governing mortgage loan investment packages.

The new movie The Big Short documents why this “shortcut” to financial success, which depended on packaging high-risk loans and reselling them to unsuspecting buyers, had such a high cost to society. You should go see that movie if you want to know how all that worked, and why it ultimately didn’t.

“You’re betting against the American economy,” one character notes during the flick. And that’s about all you need to know if you’re too lazy to go to the theater.

Indeed. Such is the case with all liberalities. They are either the product of laziness, which is common, or greed, which is just as common. Often these two also go together. People cheat and take shortcuts with money, truth and power all the time, and grow to admire those that appear to be good at it.

Conservative versus liberal

fd2ccd8ec5b188d77a72947b8fac56d9Yet there are shortcuts that cannot be tolerated if the world has a right to expect some level of consistency. That’s the truly conservative way of thinking, according to its actual definition. Conservative: holding to traditional attitudes and values and cautious about change or innovation, typically in relation to politics or religion.

It’s a conservative (by definition) thing not to let banks or athletes run amok by cheating, financial rules or flaunting doping laws. It’s also a conservative thing not to let bullies run amok using government to redistribute wealth. But here’s the problem with that slogan: ne0-conservatives claim to hate social welfare but seem to love corporate welfare, and billions in American wealth has already been redistributed from the Middle Class to the top 1%. Neo-conservatives took a shortcut to oligarchy.

I’m the first kind of conservative, one that believe in prudence and social justice in term of individual rights. I’m also conservative about politics and religion, with a keen understanding that the United States Constitution has an establishment clause that says there shall be no state religion but also allows free expression of faith. Yet people calling themselves conservatives (and Christian) lie about the Establishment Clause all the time, especially claiming that American is a Christian nation. That’s taking a shortcut past the Establishment Clause. And it’s wrong.

Heroes versus villains

Yet it’s sad that some people still view the crooks, cheaters and liars that often dominate our society with some sort of admiration. Why else would a man like Donald Trump be leading political polls?

Manipulators excel at grabbing attention. It happens in business as well as sports. And Americans, in particular, seem susceptible to this brand of thinking. Some seem incapable of separating fact from fiction at all, even to the point of going to war for the wrong reasons. All it takes to foment war mongering and madness is a slogan or a lie repeated boldly enough to make it appear to be a shortcut to success.

“They have weapons of mass destruction” worked pretty well as a slogan to convince Americans that starting a war in Iraq was a good idea. Even though that nation had nothing to do with the 9/11 tragedy––the attackers were largely from Saudi Arabia (with whom we supposedly have diplomatic relations) millions of Americans were duped into the idea that attacking Iraq was the right thing to do. See, engaging the Saudis meant taking the long way round through negotiations and complications in the oil industry. So we IMG_2250avoided that route to gaining revenge for being attacked. Saddam was an easy target, a shortcut to glory for a standing President, and a way to look good in the eyes of Israel, our strange proxy for a Christian nation in the Middle East when it is actually a Jewish State.

War versus peace

So we took a shortcut to satisfy America’s bloodlust and swept into Iraq city behind a veil of seemingly victorious bombs. We swept away their army (who turned up later as terrorists) and let the dictator we’d orginally installed be hung in the public square. Then our President stood on a battleship with his crotch bulging in a flight suit in front of a banner that declared “Mission Accomplished.”

And some people bought it.

Ten+ years later that shortcut to supposed peace in the Middle has backfired in ways we never anticipated. All of America, not just the conservatives who led the charge in that war, is guilty of taking that seeming shortcut to Middle East peace.

Cheaters versus the World

We cheered American Lance Armstrong to seven Tour victories (because he hated the French) while turning a blind eye to rumors that he was doping. Lance excelled at promulgating that lie. He did grand work in the fight against cancer. Some might argue that leveraging his fame to that cause was justification for the lie upon which he depended for his success.

That’s the problem with shortcuts, you see. They cut across gray areas where the truth is not so black and white. And yet, we know that a Rosie Ruiz taking a subway train to win the Boston Marathon without breaking a sweat is wrong. Yet we find it hard to imagine that an American hero such as Alberto Salazar might somehow be involved in competitive manipulations of one kind of another.

Truth versus the American Dream

IMG_6438We’d all like to know the shortcut or the simplest tangents to accomplish the American Dream. When we’re in a running race, we look from corner to corner on the streets because that is allowed.

But when we stumble on the fact that the company where we work is engaged in shady methods, or our church pastor is sleeping with the choir director, we wonder about the right things to do. Should we take the long way around and hope it all goes away? Or do we take the shortcut to honesty and call people out?

Black and white versus grey areas

See, shortcuts work both ways, and tarsnakes await on every road we travel. The world is not so black and white world as some people like to present it. “God says it, so I believe it” can turn out to be the grandest lie of all when it falls into the hands of those determined to make money from the authority of the Bible. Preachers claiming they need to fly in private jets in order to talk to God are taking liberalities with the truth that should be confronted. And either you have the courage and righteous anger to call those people out or you take the shortcut to complacency. And there you sit. All conservative and happy and safe. Don’t ruffle feathers. Don’t try anything that might get you into to trouble.

Don’t run faster than you think possible. Don’t ride up hills you can’t climb. Don’t swim in open water. See, there are questions of character waiting around every turn, and at every fork in the road. And you can take the tangents, because those are allowed. But beware the shortcuts, because those can kill you.

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They call it speed work

The track must have been calling me this morning. Waking up at 5:00 a.m., I attempted to roll over, back to sleep. But it did not work.

The track cannot be denied at some point. Our local high school has a program in which the fieldhouse with a 200-meter indoor track is open mornings from 5:30 to 7:00 a.m.

That’s plenty of time to get in some speedwork. But it’s so early that it can be hard to get the body to wake up.

Experience tells you how to make it work. Warmups are slow. Very slow. Then you stop and stretch. Take a pee. Stretch some more. Do a few strides. Now you’re ready.

I managed 6 X 400 at 6:20 pace this morning. Not bad for the first week in January. It’s nice to run intervals indoors because you get checkpoints every 200 meters. Even when you’re a bit slow for a lap, it’s still a reward for your efforts. Speedwork is all about the metrics. Very rarely does anyone run, bike or swim fast without putting a watch on for timing.

The same goes for doing speed work on the bike. Yesterday evening I came downstairs to check on my girlfriend during her indoor bike training. She had the Garmin on and was in the middle of a hard interval when I showed up. Knowing that it’s not fun to be distracted while putting out the watts, I grabbed a Le Croix and headed back upstairs. She’s very disciplined about her training.

Three weeks ago during my swim coaching session, Whitney assigned a set of 50-meter laps. I’d swim like heck going down. Rest 15 seconds and come back slow. That was honestly the first time I’d “let it all out” in swimming. My progress has been more focused on being able to add distance.

But speed work does important things for all of us in all the sports we try.

It does the following:

  1. Raises our anaerobic threshold and increases the heart rate for a positive training effect
  2. Tests and lengthens “performance muscles” and ligaments in ways that slow training never does
  3. Imitates or replicates race conditions by stressing the body in controlled conditions
  4. Gives empiric feedback on real fitness levels
  5. Provides competitive opportunities in group training sessions

They call it speed work. Cyclists typically don’t have a “track” on which they can go to focus their speed training. On the bike that means throwing in hard intervals or surges during longer rides, or choosing a hill or stretch of road to consistently test your speed.

I use an oversized city block and do right turns on a .7 mile criterium course. I also use a 20-mile course on which to test fitness.

Triathletes can laugh a bit when considering whether the running “bricks” they do after a hard ride constitute speed work or not. Ideally, you learn to transition from the bike into full-on racing mode. But there are days when a brick is the farthest thing from speed work you can imagine.

All these situations give us opportunities to do speed work. Even in the base-building period (such as January through March) it pays to do some light speed work to measure progress.

They call it speed work. And don’t you forget it.

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Heel strikers take over local YMCA

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From the Newton website. Ooops.She appears to have not gotten the memo.  

In a bold move designed to gain attention for the lives and liberties of the running community known as “Heel Strikers,” a band of 150 Oregon runners took over a local YMCA. “We demand that our grievances be heard,” the group said.

Before assembling at the “Y” to make their political stand, the Heel Striking Militia gathered outside the tiny town of Wendewerun, Oregon, to throw their old shoes in a massive heap and set them on fire. Smoke billowed up in a long column and then floated down the streets of Wendewerun, sending old ladies scurrying for the cover of the general store and the fresh air inside.

“Here’s the problem,” the lead spokesperson for the Heel Strikers maintained. “For decades, we’ve been running peacefully by landing on our heels. But now we’re being told that’s not good enough. Companies like Newton are trying to force us to run on big fat lugs under our forefoot. We think that’s ridiculous. And it might be un-American.”

“Even some Kenyans run by landing on their heels,” the spokesperson went on to say. “And we think that’s proof there is evolutionary support for the existence of heel striking. If people of African origin can run on their heels, then all the human race should be allowed to do the same.”

At that comment, a woman emerged from the crowd holding up a sign that says, “Eve was a heel striker.” When asked what the sign meant, she was forced to admit. “Actually, the serpent struck her heel. But it’s pretty close to the same thing.” Genesis 3:15

The protesters swarmed the Wendewerun YMCA around 9:30 a.m. following the impromptu shoe bonfire, and then tied the doors shut with shoelaces taken from the running footwear they’d earlier burned. The various brightly colored shoelaces strung around the door handles made for a festive scene inside. “It’s rather pretty, don’t you think?” a woman wearing skin tight activewear pronounced. “If we don’t accomplish anything with this protest, at least we’ve created some really cool public art.”

Wendewerun police did not know quite how to handle the protest. “We don’t think there’s a person in there that weighs more than 170 lbs.,” he admitted. “And they left the back door open. So they’re not very good at this.”

After three hours of being sealed up in the YMCA, the group sent out cell phone texts to relatives. Requests included sterile wipes. “I have a really itchy butthole,” one protester wrote to her boyfriend. “I usually shower right after a run. This is making me crazy.”

The group launched an obviously hastily assembled website titled HeelStrikers.com, with the subtitle, “We’re not slower. We’re just deliberate.”

News reporters allowed inside the YMCA by the protesters witnessed groups of runners trotting around the gym in solidarity with the cause. “But I saw a couple people clearly using a midfoot strike,” a reporter for area television station WWWR admitted. “So I’m not sure everyone in there is completely on board, or even gets the concept behind the protest.”

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A group of heel strikers in action. 

Chants of “Heel Strike! Heel Strike!” went up several times during the first day of the protest. Meanwhile, several runners quietly approached the TV crews asking if they had any PowerBars or Clif Bars on their person.

 

“We’re going to hold out until the world stops picking on us for running like nature intended,” said Jameson, a man who would only give his first name. “My wife does not know I’m here yet,” he admitted. “And she’d be pissed. Because she’s definitely a mid-foot striker. At least going up hills.”

Local officials expressed little worry the Heel Striking protesters would hold out long. “We frankly think most of them will faint from dehydration before 7:30 tonight. We turned off the water and the electricity in the Y. And no one in there thought to bring many fluids with them. Plus those toilets are not that good. We’ve been meaning to get to that.”

Heel Strikers is not a nationally affiliated organization. But if you enter heelstrikers.com in a browser you wind up at a web store for Browns Shoe Center. http://www.wherefeetloveus.com/.

So perhaps this is only a promotional stunt.

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Meet the Mink

mink1Years ago while out birdwatching, a real, live mink climbed a tree and sat there looking at me. At the time, I did not know mink could climb trees. Even with my keen interest in nature, there are still a lot of things I don’t know about a lot of things.

The mink sat there for a moment with its white chin glowing in the morning sun. Then it determined I was not a real threat and jumped down to the ground to continue on its journey catching frogs and mice and crayfish.

Mink are known to be aggressive little beasts. As members of the weasel family, they make their living hunting down everything they can catch. Mink are fast. They are agile. They can also be ornery when cornered. Spitting and hissing, they will not go down without a fight.

MinkThat’s why my brothers called me The Mink when I was a kid. Skinny and wiry like a weasel, I was given to fits of competitive fury. My brothers loved to tease me into that state of mind. They almost never failed to get a reaction out of me.

That is, until I grew up. Over the years,  I learned that being that wildly competitive has its downfalls. During my entire competitive athletic career from middle school through college and beyond, that competitive fire burned brightly.

At one point post-college, I was so determined to succeed in running that I barely talked to others during training sessions at the University of Illinois-Chicago track. While not exactly anti-social, it was a methodology I adopted during that period of life because it felt like Me Against the World. I’ve heard it said of other runners as well. “When he’s out of shape, he’s a nice guy. When he’s in shape, he’s the biggest prick in the world.”

That was the modus operandi back in the 70s and 80s. During high school, you could count on zero mercy from your competitors. It was either “keep up or drop out” in training and in meets. And Good Luck trying to talk to a competitor before a race.

mink5So it was not without some outside influence that The Mink persisted in my psychological makeup. From the earliest age, I was competitive to a fault. My best friend once told me in 7th grade while playing basketball with some local girls, “If you want them to like you, you have to let them win.”

But that didn’t necessarily work. It was too easy to be perceived as weak, and more than once the giggles of some popular girl told that story in bold relief. So I adopted a different approach. Treat women as equals, and let that define who you are. Neither better or worse at sports, or anything. And lo and behold, that’s what the women I met really wanted. Respect.

Thus began a transformative process that lasted for years. I was still The Mink on many fronts in life. But the competitiveness took on a different squigsfarkusfocus. I began to focus my competitiveness on concerns for equality and social justice. That had existed in me from an early age. I’d dealt with bullies and learned a few hard lessons about how and why they operate lie they do.

That evolved in me a will to stick up for anyone being bullied. It also gave me a keen sense of how to stand them down. Like the character Ralphie in A Christmas Story when he erupts on Scott Farcus, my internal fire boiled over on a number of occasions. Most of those fights I either won or got the hell out of there in a hurry. It pays to be faster than your enemies at times, but there are times when running away is neither helpful or constructive. So you knock Scott Farcus down and move on.

American Mink

What I’m getting at here is that while I’ve evolved to some degree, an element of The Mink remains in me. It comes through in this blog in many ways, particularly on political and religious matters.

I write other blogs as well. One focuses specifically on religion and politics. It is titled GenesisFix, which echoes the title of my first published book, The Genesis Fix: A Repair Manual for Faith in the Modern Age. That book took seven years to complete. It began with an essay titled How The Earth Was Forgotten After Creation published in 1998. The book was completed in 2007.

You may note that it took almost the entire tenure of the Bush administration to complete. The Republican domination of American politics kept contributing new material. Along the way, reading books such as Conservatives Without Conscience by John Dean and Sins of Scripture by Bishop John Shelby Spong provided additional motivation and inspiration. They called conservative presumptions (and assumptions) into question in bold and manifest ways.

My book The Genesis Fix focused on the ways literalism and legalism corrupt scripture to material aims and political authority. It was my response to the bully pulpit styles of evangelicals and fundamentalists turning religion into a tool for political power and economic exploitation while working against social justice, environmental conservation and civil rights. The Mink tried to rule that book, but I ultimately tempered the tone so that it was not a screed or a polemic. It proposes that the methods of teaching used by Jesus leveraged highly organic symbolism to convey spiritual truths. This connection to the earth and creation is the real source of wisdom in scripture, and it exists throughout the Bible from Genesis to Revelation. But people ignore it because literalism seems like it holds all the answers. But all it holds is a grip on blind authority. And that’s both a sad and dangerous thing for society.

MinkishThe next book I wrote and published is titled The Right Kind of Pride. It is the chronicle of a cancer survivorship journey with my late wife. The book is available on Amazon.com and I have continued a blog in its name, therightkindofpride.com since its publication last year. One could argue it shows my gentler side. But really, some aspects of survivorship and grief require as much emotional grit and toughness as an Ironman Triathlon.

So there are many occasions and many ways in which The Mink emerges in this blog. That does not come without some legitimate challenges. As a devout liberal who frankly believes conservatism in its current form is a damaging influence on the world, I am sure some of my observations are offensive. I can’t help that. I’m not going to pull back on the things that matter.

One reader debates me regularly and that is appreciated because despite appearances, I do not always assume that I am right. But one habit, in particular, annoys him. This is what he wrote about it: “I’m immensely curious as to why you find it so necessary to take pot shots at those who see life a little differently than you. You write so well but in 66% of your posts you have to throw a nutty Liberal strawman jab in there. I realize you and I will never see eye to eye politically but this post would have been immensely better without the shot at the Bible thumpers.”

Well, for one thing, I may steal his accusation to create the name of my next rock band. Nutty Liberal Strawman would be a pretty great moniker for an Indie band.

mink2And he’s likely correct that 66% of the time I throw in pot shots or grab a bit of philosophical prey and give it a shake in an attempt to do it in.

The Mink rails against people whose blind literalism undermines the true meaning of scripture. I stand accused. And am proud of that fact.

And The Mink questions people whose aggressive fealty to the actions of conservative leadership obscures the very apparent cognitive dissonance in voting for people working against the interests of the Middle Class and everyday citizens. Even while failing on social issues and civil rights, Republicans have succeeded in turning American democracy into an economic oligarchy. Those things are not conjecture. They are true. All economic indicators point to the fact that America’s wealth has been redistributed to the upper-upper 1% of America’s population. This is corporate socialism. Corporate welfare. It’s a fact, not a theory that this has happened.

Meanwhile, some 40% of Americans take the Bible literally, and that’s a serious issue not just for their politics and religion, but for the health of their souls and this world as well. Conservatives have this weird alliance between ardent capitalists and so-called Christians and its ultimate expression is media Christians making millions off sheeplike believers who send them money. Televangelists. Think about that for a moment. It’s a sickness.

Bike Lanes ChicagoWhat do all these things have to do with running, riding and swimming, you might ask? It’s simple. I believe these activities bring out critical aspects of human nature. They also affect our human relationships and our connections to the earth. So, I see connections between these “traits” in running, riding and swimming and the call to be better people in this world.

And sure, I could do some of the things I do in gentler fashion. But if I do not inject some sort of thought about these issues into a blog like this, some people would never hear them. It’s so easy to go “silo” in this world, to read only the material that affirms our narrow viewpoints. That’s why I go out there and read material by people with whom I do not agree. But I’ll tell you this much: I have long watched media like outlets such as Fox News, and the way they manipulate information is so obvious and egregious it is sickening. I have watched good, conservative people become corrupted by this brand of mind control for ill purposes. And that makes The Mink angrier than anything.

And for your information, I do not watch national media such as ABC, NBC or CBS. They all take the Bleeds It Leads approach, and they are not, as some people like to claim, a Liberal Media in any sense of the world. They are profit-driven, plain and simple. That’s enterprise, but it is not necessarily liberal or conservative. It just is.

But it’s the slogans we don’t hear on TV that are really killing us.

When people spout slogs like “Guns Don’t Kill People, People Kill People” I want to grab them by the proverbial neck and shout, “Do you even hear yourself? Do you know that’s insane?” Phrases like that are an excuse to exonerate gun owners from all responsibility. It’s a sickness of mind.

mink3523So I will admit that when The Mink encounters that level of incremental idiocy, The Mink rises in all its spitting fury, and on a regular basis.

It’s because I care that I enable The Mink to have its day and have its way. That’s because I’ve seen the good that can come from it.

I have stood up for fellow associates in the workplace who were being sexually harassed or treated without equity. I have gotten them justice and release from the prison of harassment, and gotten them paid for overtime they were otherwise being forced to work without pay.

The Mink in me made me do these things. And these things came with a personal cost but I did them because I believe in equality and fair treatment for all. Even if it costs me in the process.

I have worked on behalf of environmental causes and conservation, and seen these efforts deliver salvation for critical habitats. Because the wanton exploitation of this world is disgusting, and the fact that people using religious claims such as creationism and dominion to justify waste and pollution makes me really, really mad. It is unbiblical, and it is corrupt.

 

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Photo By Ed Briggs

The Mink in me talks about these things with passion, and as a result, I have been laughed at in places like Rotary and BNI meetings where conservatives queue up like 8th-grade table mongers in childish disdain for “liberals” who actually act on their morality.

 

I have also been mocked in public by a former leading government official who now happens to be facing criminal charges for paying off one of his sexual conquests from his past. When I read about that it did not surprise me one bit.

So I have seen the way these people respond in public and behave, in private, like vicious rats. And The Mink knows that when instincts are strong, it is the right thing to speak out and stand up for what you believe.

I have long advocated for social justice and equality in the 4,000 + articles I have published on the Web the last 7-8 years. For that, I earned a Best Article of the Year from Yahoo! Associated Content. So I don’t think I’m speaking without some level of merit.

And I don’t feel unjustified or unqualified in taking “pot shots” through direct commentary and satire of things that are so obviously screwed up in this world. Right now the Clown Posse running for the Republican nomination is almost beyond parody, and yet I’m the one conservative trolls keep calling an “asshat” for raising questions about nutball zealots like Ted Cruz, Marco Rubio and the King of all Clowns, Donald Trump.

mink (1)That doesn’t mean I think Hillary Clinton is the perfect candidate either. I don’t like every single thing that Barack Obama has done either. But they aren’t trying to take away birth control from women or seeking to prevent black people from voting. Both Obama and Clinton have tried to act on behalf of everyday Americans in terms of health care access. Obama was a partial success with the Affordable Care Act, but you’ll notice the parts written by Republicans delivered all sorts of power to the health care insurance lobby, who are jacking prices and dropping plans simply because they don’t feel like they’re making enough money.

I lost the plan I had last year, and that doesn’t make me happy. But I’m not blaming Obama. He didn’t yank the plan. Blue Cross did. And if the conservative Right had their way, millions of Americans like me would be dumped from health care plans altogether.

American-Mink-pictuerAnd that makes The Mink rise up in fury against those types of idiotic motives. Same goes for scrapping Social Security and Medicare. We have a right to be spitting mad when the very people who raided Social Security for money now want to scrap it as insolvent. That’s criminal. It’s an insurance program paid by most Americans as an investment for old age. It’s not an “entitlement” as it has been cynically branded by the very same people who throw billions in corporate welfare at companies making billions in profits. This is a sickness of mind, you see.

So the competitive fury so valuable in sports like running, cycling and swimming has its role in the world of civil and social justice. I’m proud that The Mink has not died within me. Not entirely. Because there are too many people that have given up and ceased caring about the world. They mutely click Like on Facebook or Instagram for pictures of kittens but refuse to engage when they see exploitation taking place before their very eyes.

The real problem is they also click Like in the Voting Booth without really thinking. It’s as if the politicians they support are Cute Kittens. It’s so shallow and stupid, and it is the act of moral pussies to vote like that. For those reasons I’ll take being The Mink any day.

Thank you.

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You smell like pool

Everyone that swims knows the feeling. Coming out of the water wrapped in the veil of chlorine. It’s true when you’re a child and it remains true through adulthood.

It’s ostensibly a clean smell, but who’s to say? Public pools, in particular, are not necessarily clean places. All those bodies can overwhelm even the chemical world of chlorine. As a courtesy, I choose to shower before swimming. We might assume our bodies are clean, but like they say…to assume makes an ass out of you and me. In this case, that is literally true.

Warmups

I do like the feel of a warm shower before swimming anyway. It warms up my shoulders like a stretching routine. And on the rebound, it feels good to go from the pool into the warm shower again. Multiple rewards.

Yet the soap provided by the health club actually smells a bit like chlorine. It’s not a strong soap by any means. Just a hand of foam you rub over yourself. Of course, if we knew how many germs were in that soap or around that dispenser we probably would not use it at all. It’s like hotel bedspreads and TV remotes. The less we know…

Germs are our friend. Usually. 

human-rhinovirus-16But I’m not a germophobe. Far from it. Studies are showing that so-called germs are actually healthy for our gut(s). We need bacteria for a healthy digestive system. Even the bad stuff plays a role in our internal balance.

Which is why swimming is such an interesting engagement with the world of water. In a chemically treated pool, chlorine dominates the scene. So you come out smelling like pool. It’s a quid pro quo.

Yet I do remember arriving at our public pool a few years back and being told it was closed down for the afternoon. “Code Brown,” they told us at the gate. Some kid had pooped in the pool. Just like Caddyshack, except not a Baby Ruth bar. The risk of e. Coli is quite high with poop floating around in the public pool.

Earthier waters

Swimming in a lake, river or ocean is a completely different experience than being immersed in the chemical bath of a public pool. While swimming in these waters, we take water in through our mouths and skin that we would never think of drinking straight from the source. Yet our bodies are somehow able to deal with it. Absent the chlorine, we still come out healthy. Perhaps even healthier. Apparently a little fish pee never really hurt anyone.

The body might actually thrive on a little resistance, you see. All that antibacterial soap and chlorine may appear to protect us, but perhaps not. I recall the day my own son grabbed a handful of dirt when he was just over a year old. He stuck it in his mouth and went to eat it. The expression on his face told me it did not taste very good. But he did not die from a mouthful of dirt.

At Ironman events where people swim in basically dirty water––which is every river on the American continent that goes through a major city––conditions can get rather gritty. Algal blooms have threatened races such as Ironman Chattanooga, and racers need to be cautious in summer months when bacteria counts in warm bodies of water can rise to dangerous levels.

There are big concerns about the water in Rio for the 2016 Olympics. One athlete says, “I’ve swum in far worse.” But the idea that athletes may be at risk of illness just by entering the water is no fun. As the approach to the Olympics begins, this is the news about the water: “Kristina Mena, a US expert in risk assessment for waterborne viruses, told the Associated Press that there was a 99% chance of infection from three teaspoons of water.”

Watery engagements

Fortunately, it seems the incidence of infections from swimming in open water seem relatively few. We don’t hear about them anyway. It’s not like a race is going to broadcast the fact that 20 people went to the hospital with ear, nose or urinary infections from swimming in a lake. Wetsuits help prevent some of that, but not all.

It is far more likely that our bodies get to work against bacteria and viruses in everyday situations. It’s how our bodies build up immunity.

Wisconsin BricksPerhaps we’re meant to engage with this world a bit more than we think. When we get an infection, our modern day instincts tell us to swamp it with antibiotics. Yet we’re learning that evolution stands on the side of bacteria when it comes to adapting to adverse environments.

Bacteria, it turns out, are a lot “smarter” than we like to think. Many forms have evolved resistance to antibiotics. I personally knew a nurse who traveled to Mexico and had a manicure while she was there. Some sort of evil bug invaded her system through the water. She went septic and died back home in Illinois. From a manicure.

In hospitals, “Superbug” infections now kill nearly 23,000 people per year. It’s an ironic consequence the human race has essentially created by trying to wipe out dangerous bacteria using antibiotics. That’s why doctors tell you never to use antibiotics when you don’t really need them, and to finish the entire prescription lest the bug come roaring back. Treating bugs with drugs is one of the tarsnakes of modern life.

Same goes for cancer and chemotherapy. Those creationist freaks can claim that evolution isn’t real all they want. When it comes to germs and cancer and cellular adaptations, evolution is the end game of all end- games. You can’t pray away the effects of deadly germs or else we’d be able to prevent all 23,000 of those hospital deaths each year. Water is real. Germs are real. Evolution is real. Death is real. Otherwise, we would not chlorinate our water. Case closed.

Everyday chlorine use

imgres-2We use chlorine in our pools and drinking water for reasons of public health. We largely assume it to be safe, as it has been the practice for decades to chlorinate drinking water and treat pools with such chemicals.

But that may change in the future because there are risks associated with use of chlorine, which has been directly linked to certain forms of cancer. When you put something that powerful into your body on a consistent basis, there is a risk that mutations may occur at the cellular level. Chlorine is the sugar of drinking water.

Which also means there may come a time when chlorine is not the chemical of choice, in drinking water at least. Ozonation is a new way to treat drinking water that does not have the same side effects.

Smelling like pool

But for now, and the perceivable future, it is likely we’ll all continue to “smell like pool.” That’s what my girlfriend told me one day while giving me a warm hug upon my arrival after a pool workout.

She’s got a good sniffer on her, that girl. It was actually sweet to hear those words from her. She loves to swim. I think she likes the fact that I’m making my own good progress in the sport. Terms of endearment among triathletes are funny things, you see. “You smell like pool” is a compliment.

It represents the feeling of blood pumping through arms, shoulders and chest after swimming. Climb out of the water and there’s a hum and a glow in those muscles after a long swim. Then the water settles down after you’ve emerged. It’s an existential thing. When you’re in the pool that water is essentially resisting your every move. It takes practice and hard work to turn water into your friend, using it to propel yourself through the lane as you take in oxygen and pump out carbon dioxide. It is an intimate experience.

That’s what she means when she says, “You smell like pool.” It works both ways.

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It’s 3:00 a.m. Do you know where your thoughts are headed?

05e05330882707.56058a87a8e35It seems everyone has their occasional 3:00 a.m. wakeup call. Your mind wakes up even when your body still wants sleep. So you lie there trying to find a position that will lull your mind back to sleep. But it’s just not working.

So you think it through. Accepting or not, you consider all those thoughts that seem to arrive like commuter trains seeking passengers from the platform of your mind.

 

FINANCES

The Financial train pulls up and you load it with passengers. Your credit score climbs on board. Your credit card debt too. All the unhappy Financial passengers climb on board. And, if you’re lucky, a few happier bill-paying passengers follow suit. One

The Financial train pulls up and you load it with passengers. Your credit score climbs on board. Your credit card debt too. All the unhappy Financial passengers climb on board. And, if you’re lucky, a few happier bill-paying passengers follow suit. One pats the Financial train Conductor on the ass with a wink and says, “Is the train running on time?”

That’s the first train out of the station usually.

RELATIONSHIPS

IMG_6438Then comes the Relationship train. An entirely different looking set of passengers lines up for this one. All have interesting expressions on their faces. Some look curious. Others look a bit miffed.There are current loves and brothers and sisters among the passengers. Work associates, bosses and clients. Some are talking with each others. Still others stare straight ahead as if waiting for some sort of answer from you. That makes you realize the Relationship train is waiting for you to do something. You’re the conductor. “All aboard!” you yell, and the passengers all board. And the train pulls away bearing all your Relationship blessings and burdens.

This is how it works at 3:00 a.m. in the morning. Everything is an abstract at that time of day, or night. Whatever you want to call it. Insomnia vexes some people nightly. The trains of thought keep coming and going.

ANXIETIES

Because just when you think you’re done with the work of loading the trains of your life, the Anxiety train pulls up. This is where all your worries wait to get on board. Only no one seems to want to take the train. The Anxiety passengers all wander around the platform, pushing and shoving and IMG_2250aching for attention. They raise their arms and shout. One even threatens to push another passenger on the tracks. You finally have to intervene. “Let’s all settle down here. Now, you folks there…the Money Worries. The Financial train has already pulled out. We’ll get you on another train in a bit. And you Relationship Worries. Same thing. Stand right here and wait a few minutes. There will be another train coming in a half hour.

 

DEPRESSION

When you finally get all the Anxieties in their places, a dark crowd of people comes milling up. They bump into the Anxiety passengers as if they don’t exist. This is the passenger load for the Depression train. They always try to crowd onto the Anxiety train even though there is no room. So you quickly run over to the crowd and try to herd them back into the parking lot. But they stand their stubbornly. “Okay,” you tell them, “We’ll make room on this train for you too.”

But secretly you wish you could push all those Depression passengers onto the tracks. It suits them.

HOPE ARRIVES

Then you notice a light on the horizon. The sun is coming up. It’s only 5:00 a.m. now, but that brief flicker of light shed a little hope on the situation. You’re tired from wrestling with all those passengers, and you have thrashed your covers and wrapped them around your legs for Wisconsin Sunsetcomfort.

But you feel a surge of strength as well. At least this process is starting to get organized. You roll over and grab a sheet of paper and a pen. You write down all the thoughts you’ve organized.

A few ideas come to mind, and at that moment, the Solutions train pulls up. There is a new energy to this crowd of people. You high-five a couple folks, and realize that a few of their ideas are pretty good. The rest can ride the train anyway. You never know when a conversation might give you a new idea. That’s called networking.

WORKOUTS

It’s now 6:30 a.m., and even though you’re a little tired from waking up at 3:00 a.m., you pull on your running or cycling clothes, your swimsuit or gym gear. Then you eagerly gather your things for the Workout train to arrive.

Sometimes you ride it alone. Other times you get on board with all kinds of other people. All of them have watched the Financial Train and the Relationships train depart as well. They stood back while the Anxiety and Depression passengers got on board. “Now it’s our turn,” one of them mutters to you. “Let’s go.”

And you pull out of the station with a degree of determination on board because the Workout train is how you get a grip on your station in life. We run. We ride. We swim. We lift.

The Workout train is a great way to roll. It helps you run over the tarsnakes of money, relationships, anxieties and depression. To a better world. A better way of life.

Let’s roll.

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A singular New Year’s resolution

Winter wonderland

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Our posse dressed for action in 16-degree weather & wind chill below zero.

Last January the snow was thick and wet during the first week of the year. Yet in a fit of cabin fever and thanks to some serious Manhattans on a Friday night, my companion Sue and I were talked into joining a crew of folks at the Sno Fun Run in Lake Geneva, Wisconsin. The race attracts a thousand or so people, and sends them all off in a herd into the snow and wind until they all turn around again.

The roads were awful. A combination of new slush and snow had fallen, but no one seemed to care. The winners still came tearing past us on the return trip of the out and back course. Each was fighting for footholds on the thin sections of road where the snow was scraped away.

After the top runners passed us, I did a stupid thing. In a fit of coltish behavior and semi-youthful vigor, I hurdled a tall orange cone pretending, as it were, that I still had some steeplechase talent in me.

So Not. My knee reverberated like a bad brass gong inside. Only the downing of four Rumchattas (or whatever they’re called) when I finished

the race kept me from worrying about the knee. Then we drank and drank the rest of the day. And that was fun. And produced some awesomeness far from the madness of running.

And then it was time to return to reality.

It would take six weeks for the knee to heal. At first, I wondered if the knee would recover at all. There is no ACL in that knee thanks to the fact that I tore it once playing soccer, and had it repaired. Two years later I tore it again and did not look back.

So it was with a shiver of initial fear that I gingerly felt the knee. It took a full week to be able to run again. It was a bit swollen and greasy inside. Yet I recognized those sensations from having rehabbed the leg before. It would take some strength work to build the support muscles and ligaments back again. Essentially the injury just “loosened” the joint, and that takes some time to knit back together.

BackThe frustrating part of the injury was the fact that I’d mapped out a program to lose some weight last winter by running. All of us have our body challenges. Mine centers in a layer of belly fat that typically builds up during the holidays. It’s all from excess carbs. And also age. And a slower metabolism. Yet that fat around my middle is still shocking to me. I was once so thin that a nurse measuring my 3% body fat told me not to get caught in the rain. At that measurement, there were times when I wasn’t even all that healthy. Hard training left me with colds and overuse injuries. But I was fast. So there’s that.

That’s life. Tradeoffs. Transitions. Change. You gotta deal with it. That’s exactly why I started cycling more than a decade ago, and why I’m swimming now. To combat possible letdowns caused by injury. And, to build a body based around sustainable strength. There’s more than one way to get around the tarsnakes of injury and sloth. Cross-training is the key to long term health.

So last winter I retreated to the gym during the running layoff, and used the pool a bit for rehab. But all told, it was an ignominious start to the year. I had to lay low with the injured knee, and go slow. You all know how much “fun” that is. When you want to get up and go, and can’t.

That means there is a singular resolution that needs to be made going into 2016. No hurdling anything, in a physical sense at least. Life throws enough hurdles at you without creating them for yourself on a snowy road on a January day.

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From whence we came

IMG_8774Did you ever try to figure out how you came to be the person you are now? Perhaps the process starts when you read a particular book that sets off the process of consideration. From there you might delve into your personal history in other ways. Perhaps a photo album or two. Or your Facebook history.

Of course, for most of us, that social media personal history only goes back a few years. That means you’re left with more archaic forms of self-analysis.

As mentioned in this blog before, my personal sense of discovery as a runner began with a 12-minute time trial in 7th-grade gym class. Learning I was indeed the person with the most endurance in the entire 7th grade was revelatory. Then came freshman cross country and making the varsity team. On it went.

But it wasn’t just running that these small achievements revealed. It became an inner character test that helped combat other forms of self-doubt. It also taught a few humbling lessons that serve one well in life.

The world of assholes

IMG_3850I wonder at times if some people have ever paused to think about who they are and how they got there. I’m reading a book right now titled Assholes (a theory). It is a New York Times Best-Seller written by a philosopher named Aaron James.

His theory is that assholes, as a rule, proceed with a sense of personal entitlement and project that onto the world. When you run into an asshole, you’ve simply encountered a person prone to self-absorption.

We’d like to think that the sports of swimming, riding and running are able to wean the asshole out of people. Unfortunately, that is not true. Assholes somehow find a way to be assholes through all kinds of situations. The fact that they are assholes is their entire self-identity. To give up their asshole-ness would be to deconstruct their entire being.

Asshole practice

So they’re assholes in the pool who refuse to share a lane. Assholes on the bike who either wheel suck the whole ride or else gutter you when they’re on the front. Assholes on the run are known to one-step you, or increase the pace when everyone else wants to run together. You mutter under your breath, “What an asshole.”

Fortunately, not everyone is an asshole. Yet assholes seem to be everywhere. And, it would be arrogant of me to suggest that I’ve never been an asshole myself. That’s simply not true. I’ve done asshole things in my life plenty of times. In fact I make it a practice to be a bit of a calculating asshole on certain subjects.

IMG_3851For example, when people go barking about their religion when it is clear they have not stopped to think about the adverse impact their brand of faith is having on the lives of others, I’m willing to do some asshole things to point that out. I’ll write or post a piece of satire, for example, that illustrated why their asshole brand of faith is so out of line with what scripture actually says. See, Jesus was a bit of an asshole that way too. So was John the Baptist. And Moses with all those plagues. Big. Asshole. To the Pharoah, at least.

So there are times when life calls on us to be assholes for a good purpose.

But that’s far different from being a terminal asshole who does not know or care what they’re doing to annoy or oppress others. Those are the most common, and most damaging, kinds of assoles.

Because as much as Moses was an asshole, the Pharoah was a far, far bigger asshole by imposing slavery on all those people, and taking away straw from the bricks, and building big-ass pyramids to his own godhood. Asshole City. Real assholes make it a practice to use their asshole skills and always get what they want.

Yes Men and their anti-matter Feminists

People who are “yes men” to assholes are equal in assholeness to actual assholes. Those who enable assholes principally to gain advantage for themselves––even to an incremental level––are automatically assholes themselves.

There is not a Republican candidate this year that does not qualify as some sort of asshole. Trump? Arrogant Asshole. Cruz? Nasty asshole. Bush? Mealy-mouthed asshole. Fiorina? Asshole squared. And so on.

Be honest. The only reason Trump is leading the Republican polls is that all the assholes in America are rooting for one of their own to become President. The math seems about right. It figures that about 30% of the population are total assholes. Three out of 10 people with whom you work tend to be assholes. The same math applies to your church choir or wherever else you go.

On the other end of the spectrum, Democrat Hillary Clinton has actually had to learn how to be an asshole to survive. The woman has put up with more shit than almost anyone on earth. That includes shit from her own husband. I’m sure more than a few women on this earth can relate. So I have admiration for Hillary because she walks that feminist’s edge in which being an asshole is something of a necessity in order to deal with all the male assholes she encounters in this world. But you have to admit she was an absolute boss in knocking Trey Gowdy & company on their asses during those phony Benghazi hearings. There were skid marks on the underwear of everyone at Fox News after that. Those dirty assholes had little else to say.

But there’s always hope in this world that people can change. Why is it that people so often stand by the assholes in their lives?

Even assholes can change

IMG_3847It’s because good people always seek out good qualities in others. They hang in there as friends even if those friends abuse them by acting like assholes.

Some of the biggest assholes in this world, for example, are 7th-grade girls. They treat their friends like crap in vicious popularity wars. Yet their true friends still hang in there through all of that. And with luck, those Mean Girls emerge from their asshole ways and turn into real friends in the end. Sometimes it lasts all the way through high school. But by the time most young women are seniors and their senior guy friends are dating ditzy freshman, they dig up their former frenemies and start hanging out together. Their asshole days are behind them, so to speak.

It is therefore the eternal hope among good people that even assholes can change. Good people hope the better behavior will somehow take hold, catch on, or make it evident that being an asshole is so much more work. After all, you can be humble, modest or caring and still get many of the same things you want in life. You don’t have to be an asshole.

Assholes afraid to change

Only real assholes are afraid to change. For example, without exception all racists are assholes. All forms of bigots are assholes too. All wife abusers and rapists are assholes. Same goes for liars and cheaters too. Assholes.

People who only care about money are assholes. Jesus says so. But people who claim that Jesus was actually a religious fundamentalist and a political conservative who thought that everyone deserves to be rich rich rich are assholes too. It simply isn’t true, and speaking like that on behalf of Jesus makes you a greedy asshole.

In fact it is quite clear that assholes in politics and religion are some of the worst assholes of all. This is especially true when the two are combined into a neat little fascist package that supports racism, bigotry and exploitation. That brand of religion and politics makes God himself out to be an asshole.

But good people understand that God ultimately does not put up with that stuff. Even people shouting his name in public places, claiming to be prophets or representatives of God are humbled and destroyed in the end. If you don’t understand those basic facts, then go read the Bible and actually study what you find there. Uunderstanding that the love of money is the root of all evil certainly clears up a few confusions about this world.

Take some time and figure out from whence you came in these categories, because it’s usually obvious. Some asshole along the way led you astray. It might be a preacher with everything to gain by keeping his or position in life. Or it might even be a bigoted parent who faith is based solely on fear. Parents and brothers and sisters and relatives can be assholes too, you know. Which provides a permanent answer to the proverbial question: “What’s for dinner tonight?”

“Asshole.”

 

From whence they came

RunnersPeople become assholes when they cease (or never begin) to develop and understanding from whence they came. They push their past behind them and adopt the attitude that they’ve come this far and deserve whatever benefits their asshole behavior can deliver.

That’s how a formerly modest rider or runner who now demands to lead the group ride or run can turn out to be such an asshole. They don’t care that there are people behind them going through the same struggles they once did. The assholes have forgotten from whence they came. 

That fact only heightens their asshole status. Because if you’ve forgotten from whence you came, then you might as well have come from one of the effectively worst places in the universe. And that, friends, is why we call them assholes.

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Feeling groovy

brainAs a true child of the 60s, there are still some songs that pop into my head when least expected.

Some of these are ear worms, and they are really hard to remove from your brain. Such was the case while swimming yesterday. I was finally feeling good during a 200 interval and the words “I’m in a groove” popped into my head.

That led to the horrid reality of the infamously hooky earworm Simon & Garfunkel song “Feeling Groovy.” That, my friends, is an ear worm to the 10th power. I briefly considered drowning myself to get that song out of my head, but that seemed a little drastic.

It doesn’t take much for an ear worm song to take hold. All it requires is zapping through the 60s station on Sirius to get a song like the 5th Dimension’s “Aquarius” stuck in your brain.

A true earworm is anything but groovy. It’s really a form of mental illness. The ruminative quality of an earworm has the exact same quality as a negative thought loop emanating through your head from a bout of anxiety or depression. And like those two conditions, even a happy song can seem sad when it afflicts you with enough serious repetition. That’s what living with anxiety and depression is really like.

So I got the song Feeling Groovy out of my head by forcefully singing selections from a CD that I’d found in one of those Mix Tape sleeves so carefully assembled in the 2000s. It held song sby Del Amitri and Rufus Wainwright and the album Guero by Beck. That music reliably removed Feeling Groovy from my brain.

And by that time the workout was done. I was feeling groovy for having made yet another level of progress over the past couple weeks. My bilateral breathing is going smoothly now. This coming weekend I’ll be meeting Coach Whitney to begin learning flip turns. And that should be pretty groovy indeed. The last time I actually did a flip turn was probably the year 1969, at Meadia Heights pool in Lancaster, Pennsylvania. I was 12 years old. It was a flippy, groovy time.

It just goes to show, you are only young once, but you can be immature forever.

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Choosing a new bike

Having destroyed my Felt 4C by driving into the garage with the bike still on the roof, I have been researching prospects for a new bike.

That means narrowing it down to a few needs.

The newest need is having a bike with enough aero savvy to help me compete in triathlons. Getting down into aero position for a 20+ mile solo crank is pretty critical to be able to keep a pace over 20mph for the distances. That’s what competitors in that sport are able to do even in my age category.

Yet I don’t want to be stuck with only an aero bike. My equal love is riding the hills of Wisconsin and joining my roadie friends for 60, 80 and 100 mile rides.

I have a bike already that will work for criterium racing if I get back into that. Last year I did not race at all however. It just didn’t fit my calendar with all the joint riding I was doing with Sue for her Ironman.

However, I realized there was something missing from my strength buildup during the year, and that was speed. I did a few solo time trials in preparation for crit racing, but never got over to the Pelladrome for Wednesday night races. Those are actually good practice for real crits. And I entered none of those. Part of that gap might have come from the fact that several major crits have gone under thanks to financial concerns.

So my priorities have changed a little, but not entirely.

A friend of mine rides his Pinarello Dogma in triathlons. He’s got bars to drop into aero position for the bike portion of the race. That’s a fast bike, and lightweight.

I’ve looked at a Felt B14 and realized that it only has one position in which to ride. It’s not as specialized as a true Felt aero bike, or one of those truly Specialized Shiv bikes for triathlons. Not sure that’s the look or geometry I’d ultimately like. There’s still too much roadie in my veins to go the whole Mohican Hatchet look with my main bike. I’ve still got to make sure this whole swim thing is gonna work out long term.

But I’m liking the prospects of this kind of bike. The Felt AR3 aero. Here’s why:

The 2016 AR3 carves through wind and corners with ease. Aerodynamics standards are set to the highest level with the UHC Performance carbon fiber and matched with our adjustable Vibration Reducing Aero Road flip position UHC carbon fiber seat post. With the Shimano 11-speed Ultegra drivetrain, the AR3 is an outstanding performer in any situation.

Price: $3,499.00″

It still has drops. I could put my aero bars on this machine. And it still has elements of a road bike. As for climbing? I’ll want to ask about that, and experiment. The AR5 is a step below, and only $2599. So there’s that.

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So I think my decision is gravitating toward a $3000 road bike like this Felt, or else a Specialized Robaix or a lower level Trek Madone. The components are all good on the models I’ve reviewed.

But my mind is open. I’m doing my serious looking after the start of the year and am going to pay for it largely in a lump sum. So I’m not going to finance it on the current Specialized 0% financing, so there’s no rushing it before “their” deadline of the end of the year.

If any of you bike wizards out there loves to do prescription research, and help me on the way to a new bike, please feel free to have at it. Huffy Three Speeds are out of the question. But so are $12,000 electronic shift bikes with Martian-made carbon fiber.

Other than that, I’m all ears. Surprise me if you like. Educate if you will. The basic fact is that it was probably time to get a new bike anyway. The garage was just trying to tell me that.

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