Take a brake and catch a break

There are some metaphors or similes too obvious to avoid. One of them is the parallel between the word “brake” and “break.”

Sometimes while cycling we use our brakes in a calculated manner. Approaching an intersection or a corner we instinctively brake to slow down.

Pro Cycling Manager 2014 2Not so fast

In a criterium bike race however, we cyclists seek to lay off the brakes in any way we can. Heading into a turn we choose instead to lean rather than break. We take the curve at high speeds in the same arc as the other riders and come out flying at the end of the turn. Then we hope to catch a break by hiding in the draft of another rider. The longer we let them break the wind for us, the easier it is to go fast.

But sometimes we are truly forced to hit the brakes. Someone makes a mistake in a race or worse yet, on your local street. You get cut off or have to stop suddenly. Then you are thankful for your brakes, for certain. Otherwise you crash.

God Bless brakes

We too often take our brakes for granted. Those little pads of hardened rubber next to our bike wheels save us from a lot of misery and pain.

One time while riding a prairie path east of my home the trail dipped down suddenly and there was a street at the bottom. Just I crested that hill a vehicle showed up in my peripheral vision and I reflexively hit the brakes. Hard. My wheels skidded down the incline as the car whooshed past. I sat there thinking, “I could have been killed.”

Of course sometimes braking is the worst thing you can do. My bike wobble incident taught me that. Shooting down a hill in Wisconsin at 40+ miles an hour, my bike frame started to wobble uncontrollably when I reached a section of rough road. It had set up the frame harmonics just right (or quite wrong). When that happens you’re not supposed to brake. You instead pinch the frame between your knees, let up on the brakes and try to get the bike under control using pedaling.

Breaking pace

Even while running I’ve had to hit the brakes now and then. This is rhetorical of course. The only brakes we have are our feet, legs and arms. But while leading a race one time I came to an intersection and the lead police vehicle came to a sudden stop. I piled over the back hood of the vehicle and wound up lying on my stomach. Then I jumped back down and ran around the cop car. He shrugged. “I thought I saw a car coming through!” he yelled.

Did this tree fall just before I got to this point? It sure seemed like it. I struck it at the hip and with my chin. We all get into circumstances where we think we see things and jump at the sight. If we’re lucky, we brake in time. If not, we hit a tree like I did last summer. Never a chance to hit the brakes on that one. Just 20 mph one minute and zero the next. Let me tell you folks, that hurts.

Give me a break

Yet despite these incidents my attitude is that they could all have been much worse. I really have caught a break several times. It has made me more cautious on the bike for sure. My habits while running are built up from 40 years of experience and there are a whole set of checks and precautions used to avoid trouble on the roads.

We run and ride because it’s enjoyable. But if we like to go fast, the risks go up. That’s part of the deal. That’s why we have brakes, literally and figuratively. Sometimes it even pays to take a break when you’re actually too tired to be out running or riding. That’s when we lose attention and sometimes pay the price. Then things really do break. Bike frames. Bones.

We wish you nothing of the sort. But if you have the experience like I did with a broken collar bone, may you have a surgeon that knows how to set you back up in good stead.

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Weight, Weight, Don’t Tell Me

American PharaohWith the Triple Crown now completed by American Pharoah, it might be a good time to consider that those horses and jockeys have to play by a different set of rules than the rest of us. If I understand horse racing correctly, the weight of the jockeys must all be the same. That means a jockey that weighs 119 must carry along enough weight on the horse to make it an even playing field against the jockey that weighs 121. Or else they all have to carry enough weight to equal 125.

That means a jockey that weighs 145 would not have a chance in the race, because a horse carrying that much weight could never keep up with the horses carrying only 125. While they might be cute in their bulging silks jiggling down the track on the back of a horse, fat jockeys do not win races.

Those extra pounds…

You try it. Grab a couple 5 lb. or 10 lb. weights and go running this afternoon. Or better yet, sling a couple of those sandbag style ankle weights over your shoulders and go do a hill workout on your bike.

That would be great training. Or so one might think. A few decades ago the idea of wearing weights while training took hold in a big way. Runners could be seen carrying hand weights around. It was supposed to strengthen your arms and improve your leg capacity as well.  But you’ll notice that almost nobody does that now. That’s because it didn’t really work. Or else it was such a pain in the ass training that way no one cared to keep it up.

Weight a minute…

While living in Lincoln Park, Chicago, I once met a fellow named Larry who believed wholeheartedly in weight training while running. He strapped on ankle weights and wrist weights. He wore a weight belt too. If I recall correctly he was carrying an extra 40 lbs. or more around with him on every run.

Larry amused me in that hyper-urban way. It seems like you only meet people that interesting and eccentric in a big city. I’d meet Larry once a week it seems. Every time he’d be wearing his weights and sweating like a sonofabitch after his runs. Larry also liked to run in the middle of the day. “You have got to get used to the heat,” he insisted. At that time there was a national class runner named Benji Durden who trained while wearing full sweats in the heat of Atlanta, Georgia. Durden’s formula for heat acclimation was extreme. Larry liked extreme. Perhaps he was borrowing a page from Durden. But likely not. Larry was his own special breed of heavy thinker.

But for some reason Larry’s weight regimen didn’t make Larry any faster or give him more endurance. I speculated to Larry that it was because Larry had to run so slow to carry all that weight around that he never had a chance to improve on his speed. He stopped and looked at me for a moment and replied, “No, that can’t be it.”

Weight a while

But I think that was the answer. It’s the most famous Catch-22 of all running and riding facts, that the irony of getting in shape and losing weight is that you have to start out fat and slow to try to get lean and mean. It happens every spring to millions upon millions of runners and cyclists who eat too much during the winter: we gain weight. Then when spring comes all that extra fat slows us down.

Come June or July when you finally shed a few pounds the results tend to show it. We get faster when we weigh less. It’s both the reason and the byproduct of our training.

Weight gains and losses

But what about those Clydesdale types? For some people there is no significant weight loss that comes with more training. They’re big-framed to start out. They may go down from 230 to 210 with training, but going under that weight would require the loss of a limb or two. It just makes you think about fairness when it comes to weight.

WeightsToday I was walking down the block and saw my neighbor lining up a bunch of lead weights along his driveway. They were slotted in the middle and painted different colors. “They’re for the Pinewood Derby competitions in Chicago,” he told me. “They’re to make sure the weight of the car and driver are the same.”

I laughed and told him, “Wow. That would be an interesting thing to try in the triathlon. Handicapping people by weight.”

“Well, a heavier car does go downhill faster,” he observed. True with a bike too. So the news isn’t all bad. You may suck going uphill, but damn if a fat ass can’t sending you flying downhill!

Counterweight intuitive

You might also think that a heavier swimmer might sink more. But that’s not true. The buoyancy of fat is sometimes helpful to a swimmer’s abilities. It’s the much thinner distance runner types that are more prone to sink. I know. I live that reality.

So it’s not so intuitive as you might think. It is clear that handicapping competitors by weight for the triathlon would not work.

It truly is relative to what you’re used to carrying around. Bigger folks get used to dealing with it. Last year at the Ironman Wisconsin there was a guy who stood at least 6’6″. He was big in frame and build. As he emerged from the water in his wetsuit I swear you could have put a big fin on his back and everyone in the race would have swum for their life thinking he was an Orca whale. Yet there he went trotting to his bike to ride 112 miles and run 26.2. Many hours later I saw him running down the stretch to receive his rewards, “You’re an Ironman!” the announcer shouted over the speakers. He shook his fists in the air and I swear there was thunder in the heavens. He was a big man, a Nordic God or something. But I bet his feet were Thor.

Weighting around

As a sub-elite runner, I used to ignore the bigger folks. Their plight did not interest me. Yet I’ve come to appreciate the hard work of bigger people and those that lose very little weight no matter how hard they try.

“Reality” shows like The Biggest Loser exploit people and turn weight loss into some kind of manic contest. We all know that approach is not the healthiest solution to shedding weight. Agreed, there is almost no substitute for consistent, hard training to lose weight. Along with better eating, that is the net solution to weight problems. But The Biggest Loser? It seems to make a mockery of the serious issue of losing weight.

There are some people, both men and women, whose metabolism simply likes to store food as fat. If they eat too much on top of that it can result in obesity. Yet you see folks like that out doing their best to lose weight by running or riding. When I pass them on the bike or the running trail, I can’t help looking at their bigger frames and wonder, “How difficult must that be?” It’s all relative, of course. We can’t really calculate our parallel perceptions of what is “hard” and “easy.” Everyone’s pain and suffering tolerance is a bit different.

You’re gonna carry that weight

It’s like that Beatles song at the end of the Abbey Road album says, “Boy, you’re gonna carry that weight…carry that weight a long time…”

That’s both an emotional and physical figurative. We live inside these bodies yet we almost try to live outside them in our perceptions and through our endurance pursuits. It’s as if we all have a permanent selfie camera going all the time. Our self-image is malleable and yet there is some sort of fixed idea we also carry around about our ideal weight, what we should look like and how we should perform.

Picture perfect?

11130329_10153355465999313_956786642998782350_oOne of the things I like about the triathlon group with whom we train is the relative honesty. No one has the perfect body. When the workout is done and we’re all changing from sweaty kits to comfortable clothes there is a sort of confessional that goes on as well. Even fit athletes, people capable of riding 112 miles in a day, often have a layer of extra weight they cannot (or do not) shed from their bodies.

As I wrote about the covers of magazines earlier this week, few of us are picture perfect creatures. That’s an illusion carefully crafted to project an ideal that helps sell the concept of a sport, a product, or a lifestyle.

Yes there are athletes out there with amazing bodies. But if you ask them up close and personal how they feel about themselves, you will often find they imagine their own flaws far more than you would think. It’s a rare person that is completely, ineffably comfortable in their own skin. However lean they may be, there are challenges still.

The opposite problem can occur as well. Anorexia from exercise is a real phenomenon. It can happen that people become too obsessed with body image and still see themselves as too fat even when in fact they are way too skinny.

It’s as if “weight, weight, don’t tell me” works both ways in this world. It’s one of the tarsnakes of being an endurance athlete. We don’t want to know if we’re too fat and we don’t want to know if we’re too skinny. 

There’s only one solution to all that weight obsession. That is to focus on the joy of doing what you can do with the body you have and the one you might be working for. But understand, that’s always a work in progress. It’s call being human.

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Weekend bookends for a roadie and triathlete

The storms passing through the Midwest and Illinois this year are no more intense than usual, but they are a little more frequent. Last weekend’s duathlon in a downpour was an interesting experience. This weekend’s sweeping series of rainstorms made it difficult at times to even get to the car without getting soaked.

Triathlete groupSomehow our group of four roadies got together on Saturday morning to squeeze in a ride of 56 miles. The wind was consistent but not devastating. It seemed to be coming in low from the southeast, which meant that our traditional route to the Northwest side of Kane County and beyond would bring us straight back into the invisible enemy of all cyclists.

The route has other enemies to encounter as well. Namely there are numerous false flats. The glacially flattened landscape of Illinois may not be blessed with striking promontories. But like its politicians the state has a sneaky side. False flats are almost everywhere.

For those unfamiliar with the term “false flat” it describes the circumstance in which the road appears level yet in fact is climbing to some degree. Runners and cyclists get fooled into going harder than they can possibly sustain the entire length of the deceptive climb and can wind up barely moving their legs by the time they reach the top.

Throw a little wind into the mix and false flats can feel like the Devil’s Treadmill. If you’re lucky you can slot in behind fellow riders and catch the draft for a bit while someone up front does the work. If you’re climbing a half-mile hill into the wind and the leader can pull 18 mph your work is not nearly as hard in back.

Until that time when it is your turn to pull. Suddenly you’re engaged in the soul-searching press of keeping that pace or faster without anyone else to break the wind. Glancing ahead you might see a tree beside the road that makes a good “pull target” to which you’ll extend yourself. But you must be careful not to pre-judge your efforts, because sometimes the mind’s eye and the body do not cooperate. It is far better to assume the same pace the group has been maintaining and ride to that point where it starts to strain your legs, then float to the back in a spin.

Rise and fall

Tri Group LetsStill, during the 56 miles we rode on Saturday my body in large part cooperated. The only true moment of weakness came at the end of a series of rising climbs that have always been a challenge for me. Yet I lost only 10 meters on the final climb and then hustled back on the group.

Having ridden with these boys for 10+ years, and having trained in running with them dating back to 1973 when we were in high school, we have some age-0ld expectations among us. Competitive rivalries never really fade. So it was that one of my age-old former teammates offered some criticism about my ability to pull that day. “You seemed to be struggling with a few of those pulls,” he observed. Then he proceeded to dispense advice about how to ride a bit better. I listened politely but impatiently. I’d actually been pulling at a pace everyone was riding when one or the three would charge ahead and ride the same speed. F That, I thought. I no longer care what people expect. I’ll just do my part and leave it at that. You really can’t win at some games.

In sickness and in health

It is true: eventually you do tire to some extent of even your best friends giving you advice. Having come a long way in fitness since the first two spring rides in which I dropped because I was sick all week with a low-grade flu, it was perhaps inevitable that they viewed me in the terms of inferior fitness. Yet the years when I was really fit there was equal complaint about my pushing the pace as lagging behind. You can’t change it. Riding with people is like being married. You take some of the bad with the good.

It’s the challenge of every rider and runner to deal with the new and old forms of judgment. It’s gotten to the point after a decade of riding that I can no longer care what anyone thinks of my riding. I still read tons and study how to climb better or handle false flats. I’ll honestly listen to my friend’s advice because he is a faster and far more experienced cyclist than I’ll ever be. Even at my prime in life I would never have ridden as his equal. He’s got both endurance and speed, whilst my skinny legs might have been good for endurance alone.

So it simply can’t matter how my buddies judge my efforts. We did 56 miles and I finished the ride without holding them back. Did my share of pulls and needed only a short nap to get ready for the BoDean’s concert Saturday night with my buddies and our dates.

Clouds at concertThen it poured. One couple got soaked. Another couple was on their first real date. And Sue and I bailed because we were getting up at five a.m. to travel to Wisconsin and ride the next morning. The roadie side of the weekend bookend was complete. The triathlon bookend was about to begin.

Escape to Wisconsin

Three decades ago the marketing theme for Badger State tourism was Escape to Wisconsin. It described what thousands of Illinois Flatlanders did every Friday to find fishing, boating, camping and other forms of outdoor fun.

The main escape route from Chicago and vicinity is Interstate 90. But as we drove up I-39 toward Rockford the skies just rained and rained. Fortunately, and thanks to modern technology, we knew the rain was real but temporary. The big blotch of green, yellow and orange indicating rainstorms on the Weather Channel was well south of Madison where we were scheduled to rendezvous with twelve other triathletes for a tour of the Ironman Wisconsin stick and loop. Yes, this is the second time this year we’ve headed up there.

We’re also going back up to Fitchburg for the Horribly Hilly 100 next weekend. So my brain was not entirely reconciled to this fact as we piled through the rain and wind in Illinois. But when the weather cleared around Janesville so did my head. We stopped for a pee at the Wisconsin line and the sight of the bikes on my roof rack lifted my spirits.

Sticking It

StickWe rallied the group of 14 triathletes in Verona and set off eastward for downtown Madison. The “stick” is the L-shaped sections of road that lead from the shore of Lake Monona where Ironman Wisconsin starts. We rode the 17-mile segment in reverse, took a break out of the burgeoning sun inside the parking garage and headed back west to get in the mileage and practice the route for the six or so Experience Triathlon athletes competing this year in Wisconsin.

My concerns about how I’d feel after the previous day’s 56 miles were dismissed early. The legs actually felt good after warmup as we piled along the rolling roads and back out. My plan was originally to ride just the 34 miles roundtrip and settle in to do some writing at the coffee house.

It felt too good to be riding so I joined the group on the initial miles of the 40-mile loop that Ironman athletes ride twice in the 112 miles of the race. The group was headed out for the Loop that takes about 2:20 on a decent day. This time around with the group it felt much more natural than in the past. I’m one of only two riders in the group with a road bike. The rest of them have Shivs and massive yet let tri-bikes with aero bars and that clunky whirring speed that comes from them. I have often felt like a roadie sheep among triathlete wolves some days. But I ride in the drops whenever possible and that helps. Some.

ParkingWe got about six miles out on the Loop and I turned around not really wanting to stretch my luck on the bookend of the previous days’ 56-mile ride. There was a hint of real fatigue in my legs by then. I was still climbing well with no delays or bonks. But the false flat ridden into the wind on the trip to Mt. Horeb told me that things were wearing from the inside out. There was a Sag Wagon if I wanted it but my vision of getting back to write and relax was inviting. So I happily pedaled back toward Verona with the idea to get at least 16 more miles to complete a 50-miler on Sunday for a Century Weekend.

Real flat

Lucky enough that I did so. Because as I entered Verona my rear tire started to feel soft. Somewhere along the way I’d hit a stone or pinched the tube and a slow leak was finally taking effect. I turned a corner and the tire wobbled underneath me. Still, I rode the remainder by winding around the streets of Verona and finished with 49.8 for the day. Good enough. Still, one of the triathletes asked me the question I half expected all along. “When did you bail?”

The simple answer is, I didn’t. There’s this universal rule that all in training must obey. Do your own workout, and what’s right for you. I’m not training for an Ironman. 106 miles for the weekend plus a brick was satisfying to me. Ride on. Run on. My results in the last two duathlons tell me that I’m doing some things right for my goals.

The weekend bookends for a roadie and triathlete work out okay if you cease worrying about whether you’re one or the other, or what anyone thinks of your efforts.

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Not appearing anytime soon on a magazine cover

The other day when Triathlon magazine showed up at my girlfriend’s house, she rightly made this sound when glancing at the cover. “Ohmmmmm….”

Because the cover showed a hunked up, perfectly smooth and fit body of a young male triathlete. He was standing in that pose that says, “I’m ready to jump off this cover and engage in multisports with you.”

RW ripped absOne can’t blame her for noticing that fine young man. After all, that whole buffed up cover shot stuff is what helps sell magazines. Publications like Runner’s World often feature different covers for their newsstand copies than those presented to subscribers. That’s because the magazine is in competition with other fitness magazines, all of whom also feature hunky male and sleek female models posing in sportily provocative poses.

It’s a reality. Skin sells. Ripped abs sell.

Sometimes, if you’ve already got the customer as a subscriber you can skip the whole hunked up model routine and put an actual competitor RW Bike Gasmon the cover of your magazine. Or, if you’re a cycling magazine, you can put a photo of a $10,000 bike on the cover and both men and women will have instantaneous orgasms just looking at that sexy bike.

Measuring up

In reality it’s pretty hard measuring up to the bodies of some of those athletes on the covers. Inevitably we compare ourselves to the pillars of fitness presented to us by the media. The other day I clicked on what I thought was a story about how Hollywood actors get shredded for those skin-first roles in the movies. The story turned out to be a paid advertisement for a product of some sort. So I jumped off that thread because you know what comes next. A pitch to buy something for $19.99 that is likely very bad for your health.

That’s our problem with fitness and fatness. Curiosity gets the best of us sometimes. When we’re at the gym and a really fit person walks by, you can’t help wondering, “What’s their secret?” Well, the secret is usually that they spend a big chunk of their time at the gym. Many go seven days a week. The truly dedicated go eight days a week.

RW galGod Given versus made

It somewhat amuses me how much genetics has to play in the ultimate ability to look a certain way. There are tons of women at the gym. Some are sexy and fit and some are frankly dumpy, just hoping to lose some weight. Is one priority more important than the other? Not really. Everyone’s purpose matters.

Of course we’re essentially taught by our culture to view the women with the cute booty shorts, shapely boobs and a tight ass as somehow superior. But honestly that manner of thinking actually gets exhausting at some point. It becomes un-original.

Dance to the music

While working out at the club today I viewed a music video where all the women were wearing those shorts and pushup bras that all music video dancers seem to wear. Everyone including the supposed singer was dancing around trying to look anything but bored and it struck me: “They’ve actually run out of things to do.”

There seems to be no more dancing to be done that hasn’t been invented or reinvented in some way. Real dancers would beg to differ of course. But the art of dancing versus the commodified stuff we so often get in music videos are two different things. The former is definitive. The latter is repetitious and lame. It’s the same thing with magazine covers and news anchors and pornography. How many ways can we exploit the human image before it’s time to drop it all and say, “Give me something real.”

Seriously, you can only twerk so much before it becomes some form of ironic commentary on the whole genre of twerking. Is that a genre…or are you just happy to see me?

It’s the same thing with magazine covers and sexy news anchors on Fox and pornography. How many ways can we exploit the human image before it’s time to drop it all and say, “Give me something real!”

Okay, get real

RW Normal PeopleRunner’s World did that a few years ago with a cover and inside story featuring everyday runners rather than models hired to represent runners. It was a refreshing approach and those people were interesting to look at. Normality can be sexy as hell. It doesn’t mean we should not try to celebrate or enjoy our bodies in any way. Certainly there are people who

Normality can be sexy as hell. Sometimes its the tiny scar on the shoulder of your lover that makes you realize how close you are. Our flaws become intimate. That’s what true love is about.

Sporting it up

That does not mean we should not try to celebrate or enjoy our bodies in any way. Certainly there are people who sport tattoos and piercings and even get things enhanced a bit as a means of self-expression. Those are intimations as well. Within reason, it’s whatever makes you happy, or feel real.

Admit it. We all look at others in a habit of self-affirmation. There are guys at the XSport club I attend that have incredible builds. They work madly at their physiques and have the muscles to show for it. In some small way I might be envious of their appearance. But then I think about my priorities and realize that it is performance that I most value, and not appearance alone. If by working toward performance I happen to get stronger looking, that’s a real benefit. To some degree that has happened. But truly, there won’t soon be any magazines calling me soon to appear on the cover as a Sexy Senior. Not without a sexy bike anyway.

Equalizers

At some point you come to realize that we’re all just bundles of flesh stuffed into workout clothes. We’re blessed or cursed with different attributes and we’re trying to make the best RW same guy poseof things. If that means some people don’t get exposure on the covers of magazines, there is always the opportunity to take things into your own hands, so to speak. In fact there are thousands of people who post their naked images on Reddit asking for attention and  feedback. Some of these people get 100,000 or more views in a single day.

It’s a very interesting phenomenon. Conservative critics might call it all vapid narcissism. But then consider that all this public exposure has an ultimately democratizing effect. It’s like a giant nude beach. When everyone is naked, there’s no longer a taboo. For better or worse, it’s just people sharing what they’re all about. Truly the Internet is not that much different than a typical race day on a suburban weekend. People lin

Truly the Internet is not that much different than a typical race day on a suburban weekend. People line up and groan and gasp their way through the streets and people cheer them on and applaud. Then everyone goes home and mows the lawn. People need stupid shit to look at. People need to do stupid shit to keep sane. It’s not so much narcissism as it is a practical way to maintain sanity in the face of an often dehumanizing world.

It’s simple fact. People need stupid shit to look at. People also need to do stupid shit to keep themselves sane. It’s not so much about narcissism as it is a practical way to maintain sanity in the face of an often dehumanizing world.

Athletes put their bodies on display more than anyone else. And when you finish that Saturday morning run and catch a glimpse of a fellow runner or cyclist changing by their car there is an equalizing effect stemming from the fact that you have all just done something difficult together. A glimpse of a sports bra or the bare ass cheek on a guy are just part of the scenery. It comes down to this: We’re all models of one kind or another. If we model ourselves around a healthy lifestyle, all is good in the end.

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Facing up to the beer and calories question

I love a good beer. These days there are plenty from which to choose. Craft brewing is now mainstream and breweries are popping up everywhere.

Top Brewers

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One of the world’s top new breweries is located in the small town of Decorah, Iowa, home of my alma mater Luther College. Toppling Goliath brewery is located in a former hamburger joint about three blocks from campus. True to its name, the brewery recently kicked ass in an international beer competition. In fact the little town of Decorah and Luther College export all kinds of champions, including Matthew Busche, the Trek Factory cyclist who won his second cycling US National Championships race a few weeks ago.

But enough bragging about my adopted hometown roots. We’re here to answer some serious questions about beer, the principal issue being, why do beers have to hold so many calories?

Of course some beers have all the calories sucked out. Apparently there is some sort of process by which light beers remove calories so that you can drink those “beers” to infinity and not collect fat around your middle. There are billions of dollars spent promoting these beers, which go names like Miller Lite and Bud Light and Michelob Light and so on and so forth. The companies that make these beers must have agreed to share a patent on something called a Beer Sucking Machine that removes calories so that people can suck them down without guilt or excess fat accumulating in their person.

There’s just one problem with the beers produced using the Beer Sucking Machine process. These beers generally suck. They brag about “Great Taste. Less Filling.” We all know that “less filling” is a euphemism for “it won’t make you fat.” But compared to the flavor of even the most basic craft beer, well, there really is no comparison by taste.

Local temptations

Within 10 miles of my home there are a pair of excellent craft breweries making major beer market inroads. There is the Two Brothers Brewing Company in Warrenville, Il., and the Penrose Brewery in Geneva, Illinois. That means I can go out and get in my car, drive 10 or 15 minutes and sample some of the best tasting (and calorie filled) brews in the Midwest.

Beer two in fridgeThis is not a complaint about the alcohol content in beer or any problems with that. I do know people who wrestle with those challenges, and that have quit drinking beer as a result. Their choice is admirable.

My choice to drink less or no beer of late is founded on other issues. I gained perhaps six pounds of fat around my belly and sides over the winter. Much of that was due to drinking beer and washing it down with cookies. Or something like that.

It’s slowly coming off by riding and running in the summer heat. But long term I must address the risks of a slightly slower metabolism, the product of my age, and the fact that liquid calories are simply the most insidiously tricky substances on the planet. It’s one of the tarsnakes of running and riding that we do so much of this exercise in order to be able to eat and drink what we want. But just yesterday I rode 36 miles in the heat and could hardly keep up with the need for liquids. Strava told me I burned just 1200 calories. I was like, “Come on!” that can’t be right. Because you could easily drink three beers that evening and wipe out half the benefit of the day’s ride. That is not fair.

Beer bellies are real

It’s no joke. Beer bellies are real. I hate the feeling of that rim of fat on the front of my stomach. It’s not large by anyone’s standards. Most can’t even see it. That’s what my triathlete training partners recently said too.

But I see it. Under my Under Armor shirt at the gym. I look like one of Those Guys that needs to lose a bit of weight. And I do. And I will.

And to start that means cutting calories in some crucial places. Which means drinking less beer.

I’ve already cut down on treats like ice cream and cookies. We all know that top athletes don’t touch these bastard foods. Eat enough of that stuff and you’ll be sure to grow a Baby Bump where you don’t want one. So I limit myself to an Oreo once a day. And ice cream to two spoonfuls. Now the ice cream’s gone and I won’t buy any more.

But on a hot afternoon when the fridge flies open and there sits a cold Leinenkugel Summer Shandy, that’s going to be a tough one. Willpower, stay by my side.

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It’s always Me Me Me on the roads and this anti-cycling meme proves it

It is fascinating to study public opinion through the lens of Facebook and other social media. In an effort to grasp and express opinions, people borrow and create memes that paint a black and white picture of a particular social issue and then beg agreement from friends.

Of course if you question the logic of a particular meme, you set yourself up to get savaged by all those readers who happen to agree with the meme. This happens daily on topics such as religion, politics, gender, sexual orientation and cycling.

Whoa, wait. Cycling? Who really cares that passionately about cycling?

Angry motorists 

Well, some people do. In fact, it appears there is an entire population of people frustrated by the presence of cyclists on the roads.

All over the world cities are grappling with the benefits of cycling in terms of its economic and environmental benefits. Cycling in a city cuts down air pollution and traffic congestion, so why do so many people still seem to hate on cyclists? It’s one of those cultural questions in transition. But there are signs of change everywhere.

In London bikes have the right of way.

In London bikes have the right of way.

In London, England bike traffic mixes with motorized vehicles and buses every day. Cyclists shoot through the heart of the city in designated lanes. There are accidents, to be sure. But the priorities are clear that cyclists have a right of way in urban traffic, and it is to be respected.

Here in the states, and in urban areas such as Chicago where I live, there seems to be a bitter impatience with this entire concept of granting cyclists more time and space on the roads. The mayors of Chicago have been resolute in creating bike lanes, and cyclists do use them. But if someone breaks the law while riding, which does happen with some frequency because cyclists can be stupid or lazy just like motorists, it turns the issue of city cyclin into an indictment of the entire concept. Then the anger grows and cyclists become targets for very public ire.

Violent tendencies

It is interesting to note that in America where gun violence has taken more lives than all the soldiers killed in foreign wars, the issue of gun control is still a hot button in terms of human rights. Yet the facts don’t like. Even conservative websites acknowledge there are more than 32,000 gun-related deaths per year in America. That’s equivalent to killing the entire population of the City of St. Charles, Illinois, where I attended high school. Think about that. No more high school reunions for you, Buster.

America has grown numb to the fact that people are dying daily due to gun violence.  It is therefore just as likely that people just don’t care if human lives are threatened by large vehicles on the road. It is so ironic. People fought and died for our freedoms and then we throw away human lives through selfishness, fear and carelessness as if it didn’t matter at all. But America is not alone in the hate game for cyclists. Skepchick.com analyzes the Science of Hatred for Cyclists in this quite interesting blog.

Main Street culprits

But for me, the face of hatred for cyclists has one form. Large pickups.

In the last 12 years of consistent cycling America’s roads, drivers of large pickup trucks have been main culprits in open aggression toward cyclists. Personally I’ve been buzzed, honked at, yelled at and even stopped and aggressively confronted by drivers of large pickup trucks. Usually these trucks are of the red or black variety, with driver’s eager and angry to make the point that I do not belong on the same road with them.

The facts are clear about large pickups; they are one of the most dangerous types of vehicles on the roads. This note from the Bicycle Almanac puts it into perspective:

“Big pickups kill even more than SUV’s.  When the average large pickup truck collides with a second vehicle, people in the second vehicle die at a rate of 293 for every 100,000 crashes, according to federal crash statistics.  By comparison, large sport utility vehicles kill people in the second vehicle at a rate of 205 per 100,000 crashes; minivans kill at a rate of 104 deaths; and large cars at a rate of 85 deaths. (NYT, July 31, 2003)”

But when vehicles hit cyclists, the injury and death rates are obviously much higher. A 4,000-6,000 lb. truck can easily crush or maim a cyclist.

The Safety Debate

The debate centers on safety and laws applying to cyclists. There is an angry undercurrent out there about the behavior of cyclists on the roads. Many motorists seem to believe that cyclists simply refuse to obey the law. Recently a meme showed up on Facebook that illustrates this view. When it appeared, I read it carefully and then responded to the post in kind. It was late, so my grammar sucks. But you get the point.

Cycling Hate Meme

Motorists that hate cyclists likely seem to have little or no experience with actually riding a bike on the road. They cannot hope to comprehend that each and every cyclist is a legitimate entity on the road. In a group, they are also an entity.

So let’s start with the basics. For one thing, it is perfectly legal for cyclists to ride on the roads. Motorists are required to give cyclists fair sway in the road, with three feet being the required distance in many states. That’s the law.

Also, the taxes paid to build and maintain roads come from more than vehicle fees. So motorists need to stop rolling down their windows to complain loudly that they have more right to drive on the road than cyclists do. Plus, a huge number of adult cyclists also drive cars, and pay the same fees.

And there’s no way that a single cyclist on the roads impacts your right to drive on the same roads. You just have to pay attention to Driving 101.

Driving 101

Knowing how to legally and safely pass a group of cyclists is as simple as Driving 101. Whether you are passing a large farm vehicle or a group of cyclists, the rules are the same. Look ahead to discern approaching traffic. Allow ample space on the road to pass the hazard safely while accelerating, and pull in with ample time and distance to avoid cutting off the other moving vehicle or group.

This is known as “separating hazards.” It’s a basic part of driving. But America’s new Culture War mentality seems to have overridden basic courtesy with respect to separating hazards. The question seems to be “Why do I have to do this?” rather than “How do I have to do this?”

When drivers are frustrated by the “why” they can no longer make good decisions on the “how.” That’s when people honk their horns loudly, roar up from behind and then cut in aggressively on a group of cyclists. It’s dangerous, and it’s stupid. But from the frustrated driver’s point of view, it is practically necessary to demonstrate one’s prowess and ownership of the road.

Group dynamics

Groups of cyclists constitute a different dynamic. Riding two abreast in long rows is often the acceptable formation on a ride. It is a consistent shape so that motorists can see the number and width of cyclists they need to circumvent. Plus, on narrower roads, cyclists in groups generally call out to each other to go single file. These are discretionary calls in terms of cyclist laws and etiquette.

However, when large groups of cyclists are competing for space on the roads, especially on fast group rides, these rules of etiquette shift tremendously.A driver approaching a group of cyclists from behind is likely to view this dynamic as a sign of chaos, not order. The fact that the group is shifting and covering the entire lane of a road is no doubt frustrating. However this is where the Rules of the Road also apply to motorists.

As any cyclist in a competitive group ride can tell you, it is either hang tough in the group or be dropped. Driving behind a fast group ride can and will frustrate many a motorist. But again, the relative delay is often seconds or less than a minute before a motorist can get past and on their way.

Bigger issues

Never mind that much larger vehicles than pickups somehow find a way to get around cyclists whether they are in groups or riding alone. I’ve written previously about the gravel truck operation whose drivers excel in road safety. They separate hazards because their livelihoods depend upon it.

By contrast motorists whose schedules are slightly interrupted (perhaps a minute or so) by the need to get around a group of cyclists…well, it’s just selfishness that makes someone so angry. If the predominant viewpoint toward use of the world’s roads is always “Me Me Me” then there’s little hope for humanity in general.

Disobeys traffic lawsYes, there’s a need for cyclists to show good behavior on the roads. This last meme illustrates the anger toward cyclists who want to Share the Road but flaunt the right.

But until motorists comprehend that some of the rules of the road are a grey area, such as getting through stop signs efficiently so that cars can get on their way, there will continue to be conflict on the roads. And memes to prove it.

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Does it really matter how old you are?

LegsYou’re alive. That’s what counts first and foremost in your contributions and accomplishments as a person.

Beyond that, everything else is a perception imposed on you by other people who are alive, and who might not appreciate your contributions and accomplishments as a person.

We’re all people. Age doesn’t matter. Race doesn’t matter. Gender does not matter if you’re going to regard people as true equals, and you should, even transgender does not matter. If you’re a believer in God, you know that we are all equal souls. If the concept of God does not appeal to you, then humanism and democracy support the notion that people have equal rights to

If you’re a believer in God, you know that we are all equal souls. If the concept of God does not appeal to you, then humanism and democracy support the notion that people have equal rights to pursuit of happiness, life and liberty.

But it all comes down to this: What matters in the here and now is that you’re alive.

Age Old Realities

Sure, there are obstacles of nature that change with time and age. I cannot run quite as fast as I once did. But I come pretty close.

Fluorescent ChrisBy compliment or contrast, I’ve always been a creative person, and still am. What has changed with time is my ability to convert creativity and ideas into reality. In that category of life, I am superior to my 25-year-old self. Vastly. And frankly I was no slouch then either. Having confidence and growing in maturity is the sign of a healthy mind.

In some respects I am on balance even more fit at 57 years of age than I was at 25. My strength work has improved body balance and proportions. I now cycle as well as run, and swim too. All that provides balance and proportion to life.

The other day I finished 8th overall in a duathlon. My time would have placed me third or fourth in the 35-39 age group category. I finished 8th overall.

Don’t let people fool you

The point here is that many people love to pigeonhole you for age and other reasons. That’s true whether you’re perceived as too young or too old for any challenge.

I absolutely hate listening to Baby Boomers malign so-called Millennials as if they were all a herd of people who fall into some maligned category of underachievers or people who don’t appreciate hard work in life. That attitude by my age-group peers is inexcusable. It has not been my experience that this generation has any less talent or work ethic than any other. If anything, it’s the opposite. Denied the same opportunities many generations were offered before, Millennials are creating their own. It may take a few years, but they succeed.

After all, people of a certain age or anywhere in between Millennial and Baby Boomer don’t like to be limited in opportunities by age.

So take it upon yourself not to do that anymore. To anyone.

Because otherwise you can’t count on the fact that someone else is not doing it to you.

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Gratitude goes a long way

Featured Image -- 4823Last year for the Batavia Triathlon/Duathlon it was my honor to work the course as a volunteer. Our club Experience Triathlon hosts the race and it takes multiple dozens of workers to make the race go forward. From course marshalls to water stations, beer tent cart drivers to body markers, the logistics of a triathlon are numerous.

If you’ve not yet worked at a race, you should. It will make you grateful for the opportunity to race when you do so again. Along with the gratifying fact of real-life contribution to society, there is the pleasuresome task of being witness to the efforts of others. From the fastest athletes to those slugging through their miles, there are good reasons to cheer.

Last year there was a dark and frustrating reason I stood by the wayside rather than competing. My Achilles tendon was so sore it was difficult to run more than three miles at a time. I could still bike quite well, so that was not a problem. I was certainly grateful for that. Perhaps a little too grateful in some ways. With my head down thinking about the cover of my pending new book last year, I piled into a tree that had fallen across the trail during a late night storm. The resulting injuries, especially scar tissue in my lower back from the impact, are still being addressed to this day.

Rebounding

But this year has been different in terms of running. Last fall I stumbled into a pair of Saucony Triumph running shoes in a quirk of obnoxious fate on my part, and it changed everything. That and a tweaked pair of orthotics put me on the road to Achilles recovery. Plus some stretching, strength, yoga and now speed work.

All the counterintuitive information in the world cannot always explain why things turn for the better with running injuries. You can try everything, do everything and things don’t always get better. Hamstring ache for months. Calves tweak. Knees twinge. Hips knot.

So to emerge in 2015 after a winter of indoor track running and be able to add some humble mileage and actually do the speedwork necessary to build fitness is a gift.

Toeing the line

That’s why standing on the starting line of this year’s Batavia Duathlon felt good. Of course we stood on the starting line in vain the first time around at 6:30. A massive storm front had gathered and was heading east. The race director postponed the start for half an hour waiting to see if the storm would somehow dissipate. It did not arrive. Then we waited another fifteen minutes and it was judged to be safe to embark.  Then the start happened so fast I almost missed it. So there wasn’t much time to warm up. The countdown came and off we went…

We did so into a rising wind that channeled up the narrow bike path on which the Duathlon started. The green tunnel of trees above us waved and shook in the wind. It began to rain.

All of my pace rehearsal on the track kept me sane at the start. The first mile passed at 6:45, and the second at perhaps 7:00. Right on target for a 13:45 two mile.

The transition was jumbled but not so ugly as usual. The first bike shoe refused to go on as the rain picked up. Then came the clickety clack walk to the bike mount zone and I was off with a host of others.

Up and off we go

IMG_8454The bike course starts with a steepish 75-meter climb out of the river basin. Then it weaves through Batavia to grab the flat stretch of McKee Street that is the start of so many of my own training rides. So I fell into a quick cadence into a now-driving rainstorm and was joined by a shifting mix of expert and struggling cyclists threatening to disappear into a grey world of rain and wind that lay ahead.

It was really, really raining by then. I knew the rain was coming however as the forecast had predicted a 100% chance of storms. Yet something in me has long enjoyed races like these. My favorite running victory was on a cloudy wet fall morning at the Frank Lloyd Wright 10k. Moments like that stick with you. 

Plus one gets caught in the rain sooner or later if you do any serious cycling at all. You learn that the pace doesn’t slack all that much just because there is water on the street. It’s best to let the Inner Kid emerge and laugh at the sight of rooster tails flying off the front wheel.

So I put my head down and got into the drops and just rode. On Wednesday I’d practiced the course with Sue guiding me through it and knew the roads so well by locality that my enthusiasm was high. A few weeks ago in Galena my biking had been average and I was determined to improve on that.

Still, you had to be very smart on the corners. That whole ‘rear-wheel-sliding’ thing is so not fun. So you did not dare bank the turns or take them hard in the pouring rain. There were rivers of rain in the street grooves, and even the flash of lightning. It’s one of the tarsnakes of competition that the worst conditions can be the most memorable and fun.

No time for questions

Which made one vacuously question the wisdom of starting the race at all. For me, absorbed as I was in childlike joy, the issue was not large in my mind. As a competitor you have to tune out distractions and I felt enormously dialed in with the spinning legs and all.

A couple moments could have improved yet my bike segment wound up being a 19.7 mph effort for 15 miles. That’s a good sign for me. The training is taking hold. As we eased up to ride back down the hill to T2, I wasn’t thinking about safety or wisdom any longer, but how my legs would feel coming off the bike.

Admittedly I’d spun home the last mile but kept the pace at 20mph with the wind from behind. My strategy was to let the blood work out of my muscles and make up any lost seconds against riders ahead of my on the run. Of this I was fairly confident given recent track work and the realization that if you can run between 6:30 and 7:30 in a duathlon or triathlon, you pretty much rule.

Ooops and whoops

Of course it helps to actually start off in the right direction. I did not. My ET friends laughed and turned me around when I headed out the bike mount side of transition. “Turn around, you’re going the wrong way!” they laughed. My T2 time wound up being in the 2:00 range as a result.

Okay. I’m still a rookie at this. But damn I was happy that I could run. Last year in the first duathlon my legs were beyond jelly. This time around and following the somewhat struggling run at Galena, my legs actually responded and I quickly locked into 7:30 pace and started passing runners.

There were still a few that passed me. With a bit more time training that’s going to reduce as well. My serious goal is to run 6:30s, not 7:30s by the time summer winds up. It is a very realistic goal. To some degree I was conservative in my pacing.

Which made the chortling cheer of one of my ET teammates even funnier in the opening mind. “Pick it up, Chris,” Daryl Tyndorff teased. “There’s a Republican chasing you!”

Okay, so I wear my politics on my sleeve along with my body marking. That comment made me laugh for then next twenty strides or so. I yelled back, “I hear ya!” but the trees and the wind buried the words.

Water everywhere

Running through puddles has always been fun. There were plenty of opportunities to do so over the next four miles, which I covered in 30:27. Exactly 7:26 per mile. I felt strong. My Achilles did not hurt for one moment. I was gratefully running and excited to be doing so. It was fun. Rain and all. It was a blast. My final time was 1:32:44. Good enough for 8th overall and fast enough to place in the top four even at the 35-39 age group.

There were a few moments when I felt a side stitch coming on. It happened right after gulping some water at an aid station. Which raises the question: Was it drinking that caused the stitch, or a lack of hydration during the bike that led to the feeling. At any rate, that was the reason I kept the pace where it was. I opted for consistency over blowing up with a potentially bad side stitch.

Finishing well

It was fun. Rain and all. It was a blast. My final time was 1:32:44. Good enough for 8th overall and fast enough to place in the top four even at the 35-39 age group.

During the awards ceremony I received both my certificate and a kiss of congratulations from my girlfriend Sue, who was doing triple duty after setting up the swim the night before, getting up at 3:30 to help with race morning logistics and then drove out on the course to be a marshall in the wind and rain and cold. She was soaked, exhausted and freezing by the time the race was done. She went home for a shower and food before coming back to hand out awards.

She did all that so others can have fun. She knows the value of race workers because her own Bling rack is covered with finisher medals and awards. On a day when it was questionable whether the race should have taken off at all, she was one of many still working to make it happen.

Kisses all around

Which is perhaps why our ebullient friend Anthony Cesaraetti also planted a huge kiss on Sue’s lips while picking up his age group award. Then came yet another kiss from the talented Maxine Franck-Palmer, another age group winner whose husband Jeff was up at Duathlon Nationals qualifying for Worlds in St. Paul, Minnesota.

I was truly sorry to have missed all this kissing whilst off getting my bike from transition. Especially that girl-on-girl moment. I mean, when else in the world do you have opportunities to see something like that going on with your girlfriend?

Hee hee. All in good fun. The whole day was raining surprises, it turned out. And I remain thankful to be part of it all. Gratitude does indeed goes a long way.

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Like running into a pile of bricks

Aren't they cute?

Aren’t they cute?

Perhaps I should get treatment for my apparently growing brick fetish.

But let’s face it, bricks are cool. New bricks are full of such promise. Old bricks have such character––and a story to tell.

And so-called “bricks” in a duathlon confront those promises made to self, bring out your true character and give you stories to tell.

But I must control my fetish for building things with bricks this weekend. I have gathered major stacks of bricks for some landscaping and water feature projects. These have come from a couple sources.

First a friend from high school offered up a stack of bricks that are brand new but have been sitting around in a stack for a year or so.

What character!

What character!

Then I was driving south on the street where I live and noticed a stack of old bricks lying next to the site of a foundry building that had lately burned from the inside out. The owners knocked down the building. A good sized stack of the remaining bricks were set out where someone can grab them. So I did. Because they’re beautiful.

Those bricks were calling for me. Just look how cute they look all huddled together waiting to do their Bricky Thing.

So, it’s exciting to have a couple projects to do. But truth be told, they’re going to have to wait a day or so. Because Sunday morning is the Batavia Duathlon. As you know, one of the more challenging facets of competing in triathlons and duathlons is the part of the race known as “the brick.” That’s when you get off the bike after a hard ride and start trying to run again. But bricks can also be swim/bike. Bike/run. There are several kinds of bricks you see. All have different character. See how this all fits together? It’s almost as fun as building things with bricks!

Limestone is sexy!

Limestone is sexy!

Brickiness

I rode the course this week and it felt good. I know those roads well because they’re all in my cycling neighborhood of country byways. So I want to ride hard. But you must be smart with your legs on the cycling portion or risk having nothing left for the four point two miles of running still to be completed, and competed.

So to brick myself I actually rode hard on the morning of the test ride on the Duathlon course. Then I rode the course hard, with somewhat tired legs. I ran the next morning, which is not exactly how a brick should work, but it had the same effect because of the two hard rides the day before.

No weekend brickwork for me

But there’s a right kind and a wrong kind of brickwork when it comes to weekend races. That’s why it would not be too wise on Saturday to dig into the piles of bricks sitting around my yard. There is far too much risk of tweaking a lower back muscle, my hamstrings or even my arms or shoulders. My chiropractor gave me a kneading and a stretch on Thursday. Why waste the good results of such expert treatment?

So the Weekend Guy in me must temporarily make way for the Weekend Warrior duathlete so that there are no injuries compromising my effort. I’m so grateful to be running healthy again it would be stupid to hurt a calf muscle or strain an achilles. My riding is coming along and in the background, my swimming too.

Lean bricks.

Lean bricks.

If that keeps progressing it may be possible to do my first Sprint triathlon this summer. But I have to swim 800 meters straight, and I can’t do that yet, lest I sink. Like a brick.

It’s all fun. But it does take common sense to be an amateur athlete. Even pros mess up sometimes, cutting their feet on broken glass around the house or hurting their back sneezing.

I used to get teased by friends about Golden Leg Syndrome. The night before a race I would not go to parties or stand around at summer concerts. It just made no sense to work that hard and waste your legs getting tired doing nothing.

Because when it’s time to party on the race course, you want to have all the energy possible to make it happen. You don’t want to go into a race with legs feeling like bricks. That happens soon enough if you’re trying your hardest.

So the landscaping can wait. But those bricks are So. Darn. Cute. It’s hard to resist.

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I’d rather have a Gear Butt than a Beer Gut

See that bit of bulge along my waist and stomach. It's gotta go. Only Gear Butt can make it go away.

See that bit of bulge along my waist and stomach. It’s gotta go. Only Gear Butt can make it go away.

Yesterday I wound up riding twice. Once in the morning for 25 miles and later in the day for about 20 to tour the Batavia Duathlon course.

Both rides were rather brisk, which is fine because the race is not until Sunday.

But what kept running through my mind during the bike rides was “Time in the Saddle.”  This is good.

The summer my weight dropped to its lowest point in years (163 lbs.) I was riding nearly every day. That’s entirely possible in my situation, and the prime season is upon us. I weigh close to 180 now.

What I’d dearly love to have happen is to shed some weight around my waist that is entirely new to my existence. Some of it is simply belly fat, which is also very likely the product of two things; holiday beer and sweets. That’s when it all jumped on my waist. Winter binge eating.

And I absolutely hate it. Hate the feel. Hate the look. Hate the sensation of it moving when I run. So, like everyone else in the world that wants to shed a few pounds, I’ve decided it’s time to get my Gear Butt in gear. Ride more, and longer. Eat better, and less. And stop drinking beer as a habit.

Motivations

I love getting up early and getting out early. That way you can come back and get into the day’s routine with a workout under your belt. Often I’ll catch a 15-minute nap at lunch between writing projects and business. Sometimes it’s a noon workout at the pool or a run on days when I’m not cycling.

Once you get your Gear Butt in gear it all develops a flow. Many times you feel a new sense of energy and awareness. The cycling becomes more natural, for one thing. When you’re fit you’re no longer struggling to hold 16 or 18 or 20 mph or whatever bugaboo pace seems to be your sticking place.

Yes, that's age group bling. But getting rid of Beer Gut is my thing.

Yes, that’s age group bling. But getting rid of Beer Gut is my thing.

The same goes for running. The Catch-22 of running and riding for weight loss is that it’s harder when you’re already heavy! Carrying 10 or 20 extra pounds around is harder on your joints. So you have to be wise as you increase your mileage.

But if you want a nice, solid Gear Butt and less of a Beer Gut, it takes some thinking like this, and dedication. Y0u simply must prioritize to get to sleep on time and get up at the prescribed time. Lay your equipment out the night before and eliminate all hurdles to preparation and getting out the door. Fill your bottles for the ride and be ready to make a quick breakfast.

It’s Gear Butt versus Beer Gut. Love the former. Hate the latter. Well, hate is a harsh word. But you know what I mean.

Time to get the butt in gear.

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