An exceptional day for the Tour de Plantes

By Christopher Cudworth

IMG_7335In bright white britches they stand by the road, quivering in a wind that will no relent. Fortunately it is at my back approaching a section of 9% grade that tests the legs to no end. In May the encouragement of Dutchman’s Britches helps you get up the hill.

Beside them is a small cluster of bloodroot waving as I roll past. The white petals have already fallen, a bloom that lasts but a couple days. Like all fitness, it is not destined to last. It plays its roll in the days that matter, and relentsIMG_7317.

A stand of dark red trillium hunkers beside a tall oak tree. These hold fast to their positions even in the wind. They barely tremor, so strong IMG_7313are their stems. Their red adornment appears to be part leaf, part flower. Its deep red color reminds you of the blood coursing through your own veins.

Then the hillside erupts with a sea of showy white anemone, a flower both profuse and fleeting. Blue flags rise amongst them. Could they be cheering their own preservation, a plant’s form of nationalism?

Their smalls faces whisk by like fans along the Alpe du Huez in bright colors of July. They help you along. The hills are no longer bare, or icy or too cold to ride.

Then a solo white trillium appears. Its head is nodding just like a cyclist tired from climbing. The white IMG_7316bloom is tilted down, toward the earth, as if its very existence is too much to show the world.

It is spring. Time for the Tour de Plantes.

For so many years this has been a ritual. I have run this loop hundreds of times. Now I ride it too. 95 feet of vertical ascent, Strava tells me. All comprised of glacial gravel, dumped here by an ice wall thousands of years ago. Now soil and flowers and trees cover the small rise in the landscape known as Johnson’s Mound. It sits 8 miles west of the Tri-cities where I

IMG_7329live. You can see all the way to Fermi Laboratory 10 miles to the east when you look east from the hill.

This is a gut-wrencher of a hill for Illinois. Local runners and cyclists use Johnson’s Mound and its one-lane road as a training site. The record pace up the North slope is 17.9 mph. I averaged 8 the day I last rode up the segment.

That’s why I need a cheering section. There is nothing more cheering that spring wildflowers. They come up in mid-April and bloom all the way into summer when the taller plants and even invasive species like mustard garlic take over.

Your spirits rise in such company during the annual Tour de Plantes. The first time I ran the loop it was 1971, freshman year in cross country. Later in my running career Johnson’s Mound was the perfect place for truly hard training. I knew I was racing fit when I could run from the entry point of the road into the woods all the way to the top of the hill in under 3:00. That meant I was in 31:00 10k shape.

Now the riding is a bit more humbling. Often my IMG_7326cyclometer shows doddling speeds of 5-6 mph until the legs build more beef for the climbing season.

So I ride, and take small measures of encouragement from the flowers that cheer me on. Perhaps I am the only one who pictures them as a crowd in the Tour de France. But they are my fans, and do not complain that I claim them for the moment. Up and up we go together. For summer approaches, and still more hills. It is memories of these climbs that carry me forward.

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Half-Marathon; Or, How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love My Body

Seeing that I cannot write from a woman’s perspective, this might be a cogent way to accomplish some good in this world. Learning to love yourself is pretty important.

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I’ve never told anyone these things. My parents, my sister, my friends – no one. So heads up. You’re the first to know.

For the last few years, I have grown, slowly but steadily, to despise the way my body looks.

When I was a kid, I was always told how skinny I was. I didn’t break fifty pounds until I was eight years old. In high school I was always the smallest – height and weight – of my friends. I grew up knowing, somehow, intuitively, that ‘being skinny’ was something good, that it was something I should maintain. In high school, that belief was confirmed and reinforced by magazines, friends who were constantly ‘dieting’, and my school’s insistence on athletic rigor and social ostracism of students who didn’t fit the body ideal. But I was always warned that, as a woman, ‘my time would come’, I would have kids…

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What kind of tortured soul are you?

By Christopher Cudworth

Tortured souls, hmmm. Where to start?

Tortured souls, hmmm. Where to start?

We all like to think of running and riding as a magical fix for the emotional turmoil of life. That works for many people. What we’re forgetting is that we all start from somewhere to get where we’re going. That means there are a lot of tortured souls out there.

The respective sports of running and riding attract a host of personality types to the fold. There is no magical formula for who decides to run a marathon or ride a bike until their sit bones show through their ass cheeks.

But some of these personality types show up with some frequency in the world of running and riding. This unofficial Field Guide To Tortured Souls is based on 40 years of participation in the world of endurance sports. Learning to recognize what type of Tortured Soul you are can put you on the track to being a well-adjusted person. That is, if you torture yourself enough running and riding to feel better about life.

THE “NEED FOR APPROVAL” TORTURED SOUL

The television show LOST featured a planeload of tortured souls trying to find their way to peace and self-acceptance. Kate here was a murderous gal who learned patience and love.

The television show LOST featured a planeload of tortured souls trying to find their way to peace and self-acceptance. Kate here was a murderous gal who learned patience and love.

People who struggle through childhood, adolescence, teen years, college and beyond seeking to earn love and respect from parents and friends know that the Need For Approval is a torturous state of mind. The more you work at it, the more you feel exposed, and needy. Flow that state of mind into something like running and riding and every new workout or competition is a new measure of your self-worth. That can be a wicked cycle. Somewhere down the road all people need to realize that it’s how you feel about yourself that matters, and not every failed effort or triumph is an absolute measure of who you are. Running and riding can help you better understand the difference and make you less prone to seek approval all the time.

THE “WHY IS LIFE SO HARD?” TORTURED SOUL

If you’ve ever studied the philosophy of existentialism (and I have) you come to realize that life basically sucks. At least that’s what French philosophers such as Jean Paul Sartre might have us believe. Sartre said, “Freedom is what you do with what’s been done to you.” He also said, “If you are lonely when you’re alone, you are in bad company.” That’s pretty funny. But this isn’t. “Man is condemned to be free; because once thrown into the world, he is responsible for everything he does.” And that’s why life is so hard. Because we’re responsible for everything we do. Some people just can’t deal with that, and live with a tortured soul as a result. Running and riding are not easy. Which is why participating in those activities can actually train you up to realize that life, if it is going to be hard, might as well be really, really hard. So we go out and run or ride with the wind for 50% of the workout and slog back into the wind the rest of the way. When you get home, life seems relatively easy after that.

THE “EVERYONE ELSE HAS IT BETTER THAN ME” TORTURED SOUL

Syndrome from The Incredibles had some serious self-torture going on. He envied those with super powers.

Syndrome from The Incredibles had some serious self-torture going on. He envied those with super powers.

Envy, greed and avarice are just some of the 7 Deadly Sins. Each can make your life a tortuous experience if not recognized as problems. Envy is basically jealousy toward others. Greed is the eternal expression of dissatisfaction with what you have. Avarice is merely extreme greed to the point where you lose concern toward anything other than possessive, selfish behavior. You could argue there are a fair number of athletes who fall prey to all these sins. They always want the most expensive shoes, the radically costly bikes and can’t sit still when they see people with more “junk” and talent or anything else that seems like something they want. But the truth is simple: Even when you have the most expensive equipment in the world, it is your hard work and talent that makes it “go” somewhere. So stop your bitching and try to appreciate that no one has it “better” than you. You get better by working hard and being smarter tomorrow than you are today. So there’s nothing to be jealous about with anyone.

THE “I USED TO BE FASTER” TORTURED SOUL

There is nothing like age and experience to make you wiser. Yet some people get stupid about their past performances. Wishing you could stay young and fast forever is one of the most dangerous traps of psychology for those who run and ride. Instead of appreciating the daily process of improving yourself inside and out, it is easy to constantly compare yourself to past efforts and not think you’re doing well unless you set

Unless you're slinging downhill on a metal sled, you might not be getting faster every year.

Unless you’re slinging downhill on a metal sled, you might not be getting faster every year.

a new personal record at some distance or event. But the “coulda shoulda woulda” mindset of never being as could as you “used to be” is neither accurate or true. For your age, you may actually be performing comparably better than you did at 23, or 33 or even 43. So give yourself some credit and don’t torture yourself all the time. Maybe just torture yourself enough to stick with the pack on the group ride. Or refuse to drop off the weekend long run because you’re a stubborn bitch or bastard who does not like to lose pace. That’s different than whining about how fast you once were. That’s living in the moment and appreciating it for all it’s worth. That’s a good way to go.

THE “I WISH I HAD MORE TALENT” TORTURED SOUL

Talent it not even dispersed in this world or we would not have the Olympics, the World Cup, the World Series or the last two rounds of Dancing With the Stars. If you ask any world class athlete, the first thing they will tell you is how hard it was to get past their own shortcomings in some way. No athlete is perfect. Not in the body. Not in the brain.

We can't all win Boston or New York. But we can be winners at our own pace.

We can’t all win Boston or New York. But we can be winners at our own pace.

Only a tortured soul would think otherwise. Even world class athletes get injured. Quite frequently actually. Even world class athletes have bad days. Also quite frequently. Unless they’re on a roll of some sort, all athletes have ups and downs and it is not related to the level of talent they possess. It’s the application of talent that matters. When a young sculpting artist was once asked by his teacher what he was doing with a chunk of marble, the protege replied, “I’m working on my talent!” The teacher boomed back: “Talent is worthless! Get to work!” Or something like that. You get the point. If you wish you had more talent, work harder. That’s how you find out how good you really are.

THE “NO ONE UNDERSTANDS ME” TORTURED SOUL

One of the most difficult athletes to coach is the person who insists that everyone around them either refuses or fails to appreciate them. That tortured attitude is one of self-pity, revealing the character flaw known as selfishness. If a person thinks that no one understands them, it is far more likely they make little effort to understand others. If you are that person, you are engaged in a self-fulfilling prophecy that is not fulfilling at all.

Some people train and race like prima donnas, never wanting to let anyone else be the center of attention.

Some people train and race like prima donnas, never wanting to let anyone else be the center of attention.

The best way to get something is to be the first to give. Try it on the run or ride sometime. Help out someone else with a word of encouragement, a pull at the front of the pack into the wind on the bike or keeping the pace sane when it’s obvious the group is struggling. People will instantly understand you a lot better than if you simply bury them without a word of concern for others. The first option builds loyalty and friendship. The second option makes everyone simply think you’re jerk or jerkette.

THE “I CAN’T LET SOMEONE ELSE LEAD” TORTURED SOUL

You know the type. They ride or run at the front of the pack until someone passes them up. Then they react impetuously, as if to say, “How dare you! Can’t you see that I’m the leader here?” Or worse, they dominate training by virtue of their skill or fitness, guttering the echelon so that no one else can ride with them, or one-stepping everyone on the group run. Of all types of tortured souls, this is the hardest of all psychologies to sustain. If you never want to let anyone else lead, every run or ride is torture for the soul. It’s hard to find peace from your efforts that way. Yet if you learn to let someone else lead, especially in competition, you might just come out the winner you’d like to be in the end.

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Dealing with setbacks

By Christopher Cudworth

Chris Cudworth 8When you set goals in your running or riding there are bound to be disappointments along the way. If the disappointment is profound enough, you go so far as to call it a setback. That is, you might need to adjust your expectations. Recalibrate your goals. Adjust your training or racing schedule. Heal from injury. Make do with what you’ve got. Or even start over.

If you are new to racing and competition, setbacks can feel like the end of the world. What happened to that happy state where everything was going great?

The musical world has a word, even a genre, to describe the next phase of emotions. It’s called the Blues. The Blues are all about dealing with setbacks. When you get whupped by something or other in this world, you just gotta deal with it.

Some of us regress for a time, moping in our misery. Others try to push on through knowing in the back of our minds that things could get worse before they get better.

So let’s take a look at what constitutes a setback, and how to deal with it.

Great quotes about setbacks

See, setbacks are not the product of some “new psychology” or pattycake self esteem program. Consider this quote by none other than Henry Ford. “Life is a series of experiences, each one of which makes us bigger, even though sometimes it is hard to realize this. For the world was built to develop character, and we must learn that the setbacks and grieves which we endure help us in our marching onward.”

Or, here’s a quote from Olympic Gold Medalist Peggy Fleming: “I think exercise tests us in so many ways, our skills, our hearts, our ability to bounce back after setbacks. This is the inner beauty of sports and competition, and it can serve us all well as adult athletes.”

Setbacks as motivation

When you consider the life stories of most professional athletes and leaders in business, it isn’t the triumphs with which we most readily identify. It is the failures that  are necessary to achieve that level of expertise that most interest us.

So rather than look at your current setback as a sign of weak character, you should view yourself in terms of challenge and opportunity. That is, when you set before yourself a challenge that is hard to achieve, it is the difficulty that makes it worthy trying.

For some people, much of the trouble in life actually comes about when things are not challenging enough. Young people with idle time on their hands get involved in risky behavior because day to day life is simply boring. Many of us crave excitement and we thrive on risk. Kids sit playing video games because the visual and mental stimulation of killing things, even in a virtual environment, is preferable to sitting around doing nothing.

Of course we sometimes imagine our threats as challenges much greater than they really are. Or ever existed.

Of course we sometimes imagine our threats as challenges much greater than they really are. Or ever existed.

If you think about it, all of life is a rite of passage. Ancient cultures recognized this transition into adulthood (so aptly characterized in the quote above by Peggy Fleming) as an important engagement in the life of a person. Some rites of passage, such as participating in a dangerous hunt or the first war with another tribe, could indeed be deadly if you did not pay particular attention to your role and function in the action. That is why the rite of passage was so highly ritualized.

We continue imitating those true rites of passage with social behaviors designed to scare people into awareness. Fraternity or sorority rites, military and athletic pledging or hazing all function to some degree as a tool for cultural indoctrination.

Stress and setbacks

They also prepare us for setbacks. Rehearsing high-stress activities is a test that reveals character. If you are put through the wringer and can’t deal with setbacks in the process, you might not be accepted in the group as a whole. That’s an evolutionary principle in action. The idea of “fitness” in nature is based on your ability to persevere and perform a logical, functional role of support or leadership in a group, culture or population.

It’s true in the business world as well. Every day in the office is a test of “fitness” per se, and your ability to deal with setbacks in the corporate or business world is a sign of your overall character and value to the team.

So the parallel worlds of sport and business draw on each other for success. We hear many tales of how hard it is to succeed in business. It’s why we admire the Steve Jobs of the world, who was fired from the very company he helped create. Yet he returned to lead Apple to world ascendency. There were many setbacks along the way. We all purchased a few, and avoided others. Now that he’s gone some wonder if Apple can continue to thrive without Steve Jobs at the helm. So far…

So as you enter your own world of achievement, and set yourself up to succeed only to fall short due to injury, lack of ability to tolerate intense training, or from random setbacks like an accident, distracting demands on your time or the simple realization that the goals you set are for now outrageous, it helps to draw back and consider what we can really learn from a setback.

Here are some simple rules to abide by in dealing with setbacks:

1. A setback does not define you. 

Gain some objectivity. Your whole being is not determined by a single setback or missing a goal. What does define you is how you come back from temporary failure, or make decisions based on new objectives.

2. A setback is not the end of you. 

When soccer player David Beckham screwed up and got a red card in the World Cup, he was hated by his entire country for the failure. Yet he came back to become a leading player in future World Cup competition and one of the world’s most famous soccer players because that initial setback did not end his aspirations.

3. Within a setback lurks opportunity. 

If you’ve been hurt in training, often the recovery holds clues to how to become a better athlete or businessperson. Learning your weaknesses is a great tool for future achievement. Many time you can turn them into your greatest strengths through training, focus and perseverance.

4. Setbacks should not kill your spirit. 

Our spiritual examples in the world help us understand the true nature of being. The Christian story of Jesus Christ triumphing over political and worldly powers through matters of spirit inspires billions of people. But Christianity is not alone in providing spiritual inspiration and healing. Great wisdom can do the same thing.

Zen Buddhism offers us this: “To cry and not be carried away by tears, to laugh and not be carried away by laughter, is the way.” 

So whatever your goals are, be prepared for the eventual reality of a setback. Those moments can come on suddenly or eventually. Either way we need to ready our minds for how to deal with adversity. That’s what helps us put one foot in front of the other whether we’re running down the road, pedaling our bike or reaching through the water on the next difficult stroke. Setbacks are always around the bend, but they don’t need to block you from the road ahead.

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A Turkey Trot to End All Turkey Trots

By Christopher Cudworth

This female turkey challenged me to running race and gave her all at the end.

This female turkey challenged me to running race and gave her all at the end.

So I was running in the hills of Decorah, Iowa, clipping along at 7:00 minute pace when what should appear beside me but a real, live female turkey. She ran up out of a ditch and stood by the side of the road, running in place. “You know, I bet you think you’re hot stuff, running all those miles in them fancy shoes.”

“Um,” I said. “I did not know that turkeys can talk.”

“What, haven’t you seen a Pixar movie in the last 15 years?”

“I stand corrected.”

“So, Mr. Running Shoes. Want to race me in a real turkey trot?”

“I haven’t really been competing the last few years,” I admitted. “Much less against a real turkey.”

“What’s the matter?” she challenged. “Are you some kind of chicken?”

“I’m guessing that’s some kind of turkey joke,”

“Of course.,” she crowed. “We turkeys are full of good humor. We have to be. Life is not easy for a turkey you know. Not with you humans around.”

“You have a point,” I admitted. 

The feet that enable a turkey to sprint at speeds of 25 miles per hour.

The feet that enable a turkey to sprint at speeds of 25 miles per hour.

“Of course, this time of year, it’s not easy being a female turkey with all those male turkeys around, either,” she chuckled. There’s nothing like mating season to put a female turkey on her toes, so to speak.”

“Yes, I hear tom turkeys can get a little horny this time of year.”

“You said, it buster,” she clucked through her thick beak. “Tom, Dick and Harry. All those horny male turkeys want to do is…”

And just then a car whizzed past us.

“God I hate those things,” she chirped. “How can you stand running along these roads when those blankety blank cars keep roaring past.”

“You get used to it,” I offered.

“Not me!” Lady Turkey exclaimed. “I nearly jump out of my drumsticks every time one of them comes roaring past.”

“Maybe you just haven’t had enough time to evolve and get used to them,” I suggested. 

“You believe in that evolution stuff?” she asked. 

“Yes, I do.”

A tom turkey was chasing her tail.

A tom turkey was chasing her tail.

“Not me. According to Turkey Religion, all the creatures of the world hatched from eggs over a 7 day period.”

“Interesting,” I quietly replied. “Some humans have a similar theory.”

“Anyway, are we going to race or not?” she egged me on. “If you’re so big on Survival of the Fittest, let’s see you prove it! I bet I can beat you in a mile race. Easy.”

“Okay,” I told her. “But it’s no fair flapping your wings and flying. I hear you can reach speeds of 55 mph on the wing.” 

“And 25 mph on the run,” she snarled in her churliest turkey voice.

“Really?” I said, exasperated. “You’re telling me you could beat Usain Bolt over 100 meters?”

“That turkey?” she laughed. “He’s only human you know. I could dust him easily.”

“Even if he does use steroids…” I mused. 

“Did I scare you off now?” she challenged. “Are you still game to race me?” 

“”I figure you for a sprinter,” I said. “I don’t think you can beat me over a mile.”

“Is that so?” she responded. “Well let’s have at it. Let the 1 Mile Turkey Trot begin.”

We stood side by side on the rural road. Ahead of us stretched the purtiest little section of road you ever did see. 

“On your marks,” I announced. “Get SETTTT! Go!”

The turkey tore off ahead of me. This turkey chick really was fast. Even at 5:30 pace, top speed for me these days, I had no chance of keeping up. I could see her rufus rump receding in the distance. She disappeared around the curve ahead of me. 

She gave her life in a true Turkey Trot. Hopefully now she'll be eaten by turkey vultures in the circle of life rather than nibbled to death on the roadside by Reddit Trolls.

She gave her life in a true Turkey Trot. Hopefully now she’ll be eaten by turkey vultures in the circle of life rather than nibbled to death on the roadside by Reddit Trolls.

I tried picking up my pace in hopes of catching a glimpse of her at the finish line.

But to my horror, I found her collapsde in a heap of rumpled feathers and guts around the next curve. 

“What happened?” I asked incredulously. 

“It was one of them tom turkeys trying to track me down,” she complained, heaving her last breath. “We collided head on at 30 miles an hour. He’s knocked out over there in the ditch, and here am I. Now we’e nothing but fodder for the Turkey Vultures. What an end! I didn’t even make the Thanksgiving table.” 

“Well, you’re better off for that,” I advised. “Thanksgiving is no bargain when it comes to being a turkey. Let me tell you. It’s almost as bad as being devoured by those trolls on the running group on Reddit. I’ve had that experience and it’s a pretty terrible ordeal, like being eaten by those little dinosaurs in the movie Jurassic Park. So I’d rather donate my gimlets to a hungry hoard at Thanksgiving than die from cuts delivered by people who seem to hate on anyone posting content that doesn’t fit their narrow view of what running is about.”

“Do me a favor,” she groaned. “At least enter my time today for the Strava segment on this road. At least my death will have been worth something.”

“How noble,” I advised her. “You’ll be recognized with the rest of the turkeys on Strava.” 

“Thank you,” she sighed. And then she died. 

You can see that she really gave her guts to the cause. We should all be inspired to excel in our future Turkey Trots if this turkey was an example for the rest of us. Next time you race a Turkey Trot, be sure to give it your all in her honor. And watch out for the trolls. 

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The wonders of finding a new coach

static.squarespaceby Steven Scholz

Today’s We Run and Ride features a guest column by marathoner Steven Scholz, whose insightful piece “New Coach” chronicles both the excitement and challenge of committing to a training program for the marathon. He takes on that biggest of all races, the New York City Marathon. You’ll find plenty of wise hints on how to train and prepare for events of that scale.

I won’t spoil the ending. You’ll enjoy going on the journey with Steven.  Click on the link above and enjoy!

 

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Searching for completeness through running and riding

By Christopher Cudworth

Feeling complete can be a challenge in a world with so many moving parts.

Feeling complete can be a challenge in a world with so many moving parts.

The notion of our lives being “complete” is tantalizing. We long for that feeling of peace that comes from having everything in order. How we want it. So that we can think. Be true to ourselves. Love others.

But life is a messy thing. Just getting ready for work in the morning can put things out of order. Or worse, things are out of order already, and it’s difficult to find them in time to get ready for work. Round and round we go. Seldom do we feel truly complete.

Then you head out to run or ride and the nagging sense of disorder in your life goes with you. It’s hard to be “in the moment” when projects from work are cycling through your mind. Relationships too. Those can create messy places in your brain. So can being a parent, a business partner or a host of other roles in this world.

I often think about the lives of the pastors in our church. How many problems and needs flow their way. How difficult it must be at times to find peace for their own needs. That 4ad1e6849call to serve others requires a special person, someone who knows how to find completeness in a seemingly incomplete world. That is why people turn to God. Or spirituality. Meditation. Or running and riding.

Yes, our so-called “sports” rank right up there in the search for completeness. Physical effort is a portal to a more open mind, one capable of putting things in order so that a sense of completeness can be attained.

Really, what does it mean to be complete? 

One definition starts us on our way.

1. complete: having all parts or elements; lacking nothing; whole; entire; full:

Another relates directly to our running and riding:

2. complete: finished; ended; concluded

A third definition speaks to the state of being…

3.complete: having all the required or customary characteristics, skills, or the like; consummate; perfect in kind or quality:

So in order to attain completeness, we should consider these definitions in order to help us plan our lives.

1.  Be organized. Completeness starts when you have a systematic approach to your daily functions.

2. Have goals and a plan to achieve them. Otherwise you will never really know when you have completed anything.

3. Embrace creative solutions. The character of being complete embraces seemingly oppositional characteristics such as creativity, which is the source of new ideas. Many people do not feel complete without these challenges, which involve risk or change. Others prefer a more predictable way of existence, finding completeness through the manner in which their worldview is fulfilled.

photo (8)Seeking completeness 

When you take these characteristics “on the road” to run and ride, they are easily applied to your fitness goals. Being organized helps you be prepared for training and races. Having goals and a plan enables you to measure your efforts. Embracing creative solutions helps you cope with things like training challenges, injury or the very real pressures of putting your self esteem on the line.

Compete to complete

Many of us find a sense of completeness by setting out to achieve a fitness goal. We compete in order to feel complete. It’s part of human nature to compete with others, and ourselves. It makes us better. Pushes us to achieve more. Gives us opportunities for team-building and collective achievement.

Some apply this competitive dynamic to do good things for other people. That’s why so many millions of dollars are raised by people competing in events while raising money for charities. It completes the notion of self-betterment by pushing some of that effort into altruistic goals.

Obviously you can see how these principles apply to the business world and other activities as well. Seeking completeness is really a question of knowing yourself well enough to find satisfaction in doing things well. You can measure that any way you choose.

As for those of us who run and ride and swim, we know the clock does not lie. Not usually. So there’s always the ticking of time to consider as a measure of our success.

But there’s much more, and you know that. The feeling of completeness does not always fit into the confines of time or how others view our success. We are complete when we feel like we have done something that matters to us. There is no limit or measure to the value of that.

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Want to hear more about what it means to be complete, and motivate your team to success? Author, marketing pro and motivational speaker Christopher Cudworth speaks to service clubs, running groups, cycling and business organizations. Contact him at cudworthfix@gmail.com. 

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In the pink in all the wrong ways, and tricky days

Bald Eagle by Christopher Cudworth. 24" X 36". 2013.

Bald Eagle by Christopher Cudworth. 24″ X 36″. 2013.

This time of year brings a series of choices for those who run, ride and swim. There are days when weather dictates your run or ride. If it’s a blasting spring wind, the idea of getting out in the open on a bike is not so appetizing. So you run. If it’s pouring rain, you might as well go inside and swim.

As if those choices are not difficult enough, we actually have other things to do in life than keep our fitness up. That can make for a tricky day. Work. Family. Other hobbies.

Love of nature. Nature of love. 

As a birder (ne: birdwatcher) there are mornings when I get out on the bike and am positively torn about not having binoculars on my person. An April or May morning can be an absolute treat when southerly winds dump a pile of birds in a “fallout.” That can mean dozens of warblers singing in the trees. The color and activity is mesmerizing.

Birders do much of their work by ear. When riding or running through a spring woods it is often possible to hear 20 or 30 species. That makes it all the more tantalizing, especially when you hear a species that you know is beautiful. You want to pair the bird’s song with the bird. But you’re riding or running. Stopping every 30 seconds is not what you’re about at that moment. So you ride or run on with the promise to return to that spot and find those birds.

Great horned owl, acrylic on board. 11" X 14". 2013.

Great horned owl, acrylic on board. 11″ X 14″. 2013.

In the moment

Of course that doesn’t happen sometimes. The days whip by and the mornings where conditions are perfect for birding can be rare, depending on the year. You must be wise and opportunistic to catch the “waves” of birds coming through.

Yet the same holds true for training on the bike and running. Those April and May mornings are precious opportunities to build fitness. So choices must be made.

Commitment

That’s not an unfamiliar dynamic. I took up birding the exact same year I became a serious runner. That year I also began painting birds, selling my work. That carried on through high school, college and beyond college into the professional world.

At one point headed into my senior year in college it was evident that training for running would need to trump all else. By chance that summer I found a dead red-tailed hawk along the road. Illegal as it was, I scooped up the bird and brought it home to do

A talisman hawk's claw was part of the inspiration in college cross country.

A talisman hawk’s claw was part of the inspiration in college cross country. click to enlarge

drawings and mine it for feathers and even the claws. Again, that’s illegal as hell. Hopefully the statute of limitations have run out since 1978. But as a bird artist, you have to get close up to the subject at times, and my experience in college biology and taxidermy gave me insight on how to handle the specimen.

Talisman

One of those hawk claws I took to a jeweler and had it turned into a necklace. I wore it with the promise that when all the intense training was done, I would get back to nature and birding and painting. Running 100 miles a week did not allow much time for anything else. But it did allow me to be a key part of a team that placed second in the nation in cross country. That was rewarding and fun.

Birding gigs

10 years ago while out birding on an early May morning, my brother called me by cell phone to ask if I was watching the opening time trial of the Giro de Italia, the bike race featuring a pink jersey and some of the wildest stages imaginable in a grand tour.

I explained that I was out birding. Undaunted (being a fellow birder) he quickly proceeded to share the excitement of the team time trials going on. I promised to watch the action on the later broadcast that day.

Then I went back to birding, tromping through the fields, marshes and backwoods in the annual Spring Bird Count. It was a good morning for birding, as I recall. A dozen or so scarlet tanagers, orioles and mixed flocks of warblers were moving through the trees.

Tricky days

That year, along with my newfound love of cycling, I took swim lessons with thoughts of taking up the triathlon. During my first swim lesson I lost a contact lens in the pool and was given a set of soft contact lenses to wear by the optical shop while they ordered a replacement.

So I was feeling kind of weird and changed by the whole enterprise. I loved those soft contacts yet the optometrist insisted I was better off in hard lenses.

Advice like that is frustrating. A few years before I had met with my family doctor to get a referral for physical therapy because of pelvic and knee problems. He branded PT a “bunch of fluff.”

A month later I tore my ACL because of weakness in my knee. That injury required surgery and physical therapy, work that which strengthened everything below the waist. I learned that my instincts were correct. Had he allowed me to do physical therapy before the big injury, life could have been considerably different.

Back in the pink

After the surgery to fix the ACL I went back to playing soccer, running and riding. But then some even trickier events came to pass.

During the Spring Bird Count two things happened simultaneously. I got bitten by a tiny deer tick and at the same time picked up a wicked case of poison ivy. The deer tick bite formed a target rash indicating possible Lyme disease. That meant taking oral medication for two solid weeks to battle the tick bite and swabbing all kinds of pink goo on my leg to stave off the poison ivy.*

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Backyard Pyre. Acrylic on board. Christopher Cudworth.

The poison ivy turned the entire left lower leg into a pink, bubbly mess of itchy skin. It was really gross and kept returning despite the calamine lotion I was using for treatment. That meant I had to stay away from the gym to do any strength work. Even while wearing pants the itching was intolerable and I could not justify going to the club at risk of turning the equipment into a poison ivy factory. That would be so, so wrong.

The month of May turned into a ridiculous mess of medical itchiness and popping pills. It wasn’t just a tricky day. It was a tricky month in all the wrong ways.

Consequent events

When early June rolled around I had signed up to play outdoor soccer. The second match of the season was bitch. It had rained the night before and we only had 8 guys to put on the pitch. By halftime the field was a greasy, slick mess and fatigue was setting in from head to toe because playing forward against a superior team meant lots of work trying to get open for the ball.

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Flag Waivers. Acrylic on board by Christopher Cudworth. 24″ X 26″.

Finally with 1:00 left in the half the ball came to me in an open position in the box. I trapped the ball with my left leg and planted to shoot with my right. A defender came in from my left and I heard a “snick!” as his weight lurched against my knee and the repaired ACL was gone. I blame the lack of strength work coming off the deer tick bite and the poison ivy for putting my knee in a compromised place.

So there really is such a thing as a tricky day. Even when you’re out doing something you love, an activity that seems innocent and joyful enough, you cannot always predict the outcome. Just when you think you’re “in the pink” in all the right ways, things can blow up in your face.

I’m guessing that’s what makes big bike races like the Giro de Italia so fascinating for the rest of us to watch. Those bike racers put it all on the line, every day. Things can and do go wrong. When some rider finally emerges with a pink jersey they obviously symbolize the ability to overcome adversity. We can all identify with that. Even when we’re doing the things we love, it can be tricky knowing when and where the next challenge might come along.

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*I now recommend TechNu for treatment of poison ivy. It’s a homeopathic medical scrub that knocks poison ivy dead. I’m not paid for this endorsement. It just works. Invented by the military I hear. Seriously. It works. 

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It’s all uphill from here; hills and how to handle them

By Christopher Cudworth

Hills can be your friend. They truly can.

Hills can be your friend. They truly can. But don’t ride gravel on a road bike unless you’re really in for a test.

It’s one of the tarsnakes of endurance sports that going uphill is both a wonderful challenge and a vexing test of your fitness. Uphill running and riding requires both intelligence and effort. How you approach a hill often defines your success in climbing it.

We’ve all crested a hill only to encounter another than looks twice as bad as the one we’ve just climbed. Often this is an issue of visual perception. When you’re higher than the next stretch of road or trail, your eyes read the entire stretch as part of the next hill. Yet when you hit the flats below and realize they are not actually part of the next climb, you feel both stupid and relieved. Any sort of break between climbing is appreciated.

Of course the very opposite can be true as well. We sometimes read a stretch of road ahead as a “false flat,” and that can be deadly to your pace and energy. Runners even have to beware of the camber of a road. A highly cambered road can throw off your stride and cause cumulative fatigue.

Cyclists meanwhile need to beware of the deadliest of combinations: a false flat combined with a crosswind. Oh, my, gosh can that be exhausting.

So it fits that we all need to have strategies and knowledge to be better climbers. For those that run and ride, there is plenty to learn between sports, and some that does not apply.

For example, in running there is a very limited transfer of downhill motion that can be applied to the very next climb. The great news for cyclists is that you can often “coast” going downhill, allowing your momentum to carry you on those rolling wheels. That’s a merciful truth that saves many a set of tired legs on a given day. Of course you have to hope your fellow riders are also coasting and not blasting away from you on the downhill segments. That happens.

What we can all learn from cycling hills

Prepping

Prepping for hill works takes concenstration and a plan of action.

But when a cyclist approaches a hill bearing momentum from the previous hill, or when you are approaching a climb, there are some subtle dynamics going on between your existing pace and the gearing of your bike. It pays to keep your machine in the highest gear possible going into a hill at first. Momentum will carry you only so far, however. Imagine riding into a hill and not pedaling. At what point would the bike literally roll to a stop on the uphill? That transition zone between the base of the hill and where you might come to a stop is the not-so-imaginary Wall of Truth.

If you’ve ridden for a few years you have a sense of this zone whether you know it or not. If you’re a newbie it likely pays to ride a few hills of different slopes and sizes to learn where the bike slows down on its own. Getting a read on this “slope zone” is key to understanding when you need to shift and how to trick your bike into being your friend as you climb.

Building acceleration at the base of the hill should be done in high cadence and with even pressure on the pedals. Spin into a hill and your legs won’t be shot. But be wise and don’t underestimate your gearing needs. While you can go fast on the flat or initial rise of the hill you should. But not so fast that fatigue is pressuring your legs. You don’t want to fatigue yourself before you get started.

Then as you start to climb you will feel the pressure build with each gearing depending on the grade you are climbing. The trick is to beat that negative pressure with a more responsive gear. Notice that we don’t say “easier” gear. If you are climbing properly the gearing should feel like a balance between easy and productive. Go too easy too early and you’ll find yourself “spun out” and not putting enough energy into the pedals. Your cycling mates will often pull away because they have the balance right.

imgresOf course there are always massive riders like Jan Ullrich of Germany who climbed in big gears. He’d be next to Lance Armstrong who was spinning his way up the hill and Ullrich would be pushing a gear so big that Paul Kerwin and Phil Liggett would be puking in their coffee cups just watching the big man ride. If you’re that kind of rider, good on you. But those types are generally rare. The rest of us need to “balance” our way up the hill by reading the slope zones with our pedaling.

Hill phases

So many hills seems to start gradual and end with a nice little peak at the end. Let’s all thank road engineers for this marvelous bit of dastardly construction. We must suppose that suits the needs of cars and trucks somehow, but it is hell on cyclists and runners.

But you have to deal with reality. That means conserving energy and efficiency for the crucial last phase of a hill.

Usually there are three zones therefore: A slight rise at the bottom followed by the critical middle grade where shifting occurs and the last 10-30% where true effort is required. That’s when you go into low gearing. Ideally if you are strong enough you should stay in the saddle as long as it is efficient. Stand up too soon and your quads and knees can tired out. So you want to visually measure where you might stand up to climb.

Cyclist Floyd Landis was a solid climber who contended that amateur riders should never stand up from the saddle. His contention was apparently that most of us are so inefficient in that position there is no real energy gain. Contemporary rider Geraint Thomas says the same thing in these six tips about climbing.

But it seems like everyone and their mother still stands up in the pedals. And having your weight to shift to each pedals can be a help as you climb. So think about that and use your body to shift from side to side as you climb.

You are no longer “spinning” once you stand up. You are basically running up the hill with your feet on the pedals.

The main difference is that you are also still propelling the weight of your bike, your water bottles and everything else you choose to carry up and down hills. So the sweet little benefit of momentum going into the downhill is now cancelled out as you try to crest a hill. That’s the ugly glory of cycling. The lighter you are going uphill, the more you have the advantage.

Climbing hills as a runner

IMG_6318So now that we know that cyclists can be reduced to the same game as runners, it’s time to consider how to run hills when you don’t have momentum on your side.

Doing hills as a runner is basically the same as being a cyclist in the last stages of a climb. You are responsible for your form and carriage and must make best use of your energy to spread it out over the length of the hill.

When taking on any climb, a runner needs to consider form over the course of the hill to adapt of any changes along the way.

1. A long steady climb over a quarter mile does not require much change in form other than responsive arm carriage if the hill steepens toward the end.

2. A climb that increases in grade toward the end must be approached conservatively. That means you maintain form and keep eyes up to read the hill. Then when the climb grade increases, you increase pushoff first. Knee lift is not the issue unless the hill is extreme, and even then it’s more about turnover and maintaining pace than lifting your knees. A skilled runner rises onto the toes when moving up steep grades. That allows you to cut down the amount of plant time with the length of your foot. You are pushing and driving.

3. A really steep grade requires form adaptations. You will naturally feel your head drop and your shoulders hunch. Counter this tendency by actually driving your arms back behind the plane of your body and swinging the wrists up next to your ears. This driving motion is of course in sync with your legs. Again, concentrate on driving your legs forward, not up. It takes a really fit individual to use knee lift alone to climb hills. The rest of us need to use efficiency and a driving form to climb effectively.

You should be feeling your feet flex as you run up a hill. If not, you are likely still striking your heel as you run. Unfortunately that’s not the most effective way to get up a hill. It’s like you’re stopping with every stride, and you can visually pick out the heel strikers on an uphill. Their arms will either drop way down by their sides and the tendency to overstride or understride becomes pronounced as the grade increases.

To cure those tendencies you need to go out to a hill and practice running up. Jog back down at first. Concentrate on the uphill portions, and take note of your form as you hit the steep portions.

See, the force of gravity affects us whether we’re on a flat or a hill. Hills just illustrate the fact a bit more.

That means whether you are a cyclist or a runner, you need to use form and forethought to respond to the demands of a hill. That takes practice. And it hurts. But you will hurt a lot less when it counts if you go out and do some hill work before the Moment of Truth.

FOR CYCLISTS

It’s best to practice on three types of hills.

1. Long, slow climbs. Ride repetitions of 15-30 to practice form and build strength.

2. Climbs that start slow and increase in grade. Ride reps of 8-10 during a training ride.

3. Climbs that are acute and steep. Each requires pedaling practice to successfully ascend. Do 4-6 of these once a week.

Conditioning naturally occurs when you climb regularly. You build muscles necessary for climbing and form as well. You’ll be surprised the difference it makes.

FOR RUNNERS

1. Long, slow climbs are a great way to combine interval training with hill training. Set up a workout at a hill between 200 and 400 meters in length. Run two early repeats at a pace that feels like 70% full effort. Then repeat up to 12-15 times after warming up well on the flat. Jog down the hills at first, preferably in grass if you can until you build up tolerance for hill work.

2. More pronounced climbing must be approached with respect. Warm up properly so that you do not strain your calves or achilles tendons. Plan on initial workouts of 4-6 hill repeats and work up to 10-12 if the climb is difficult.

3. Short, sharp hill workout is more about building form than endurance. Unless you’re the ghost of Walter Peyton, most runners don’t need to hit steep hills for training very often. But you can improve your speed working on steep uphills, so look at that as a way to enhance your repertoire!

In some parts of the world, hills are an unavoidable fact of life. For those of us in Illinois and other flatter portions of the world, hills must be sought in order to be conquered.

But when we travel to southwest Wisconsin to ride, we Flatlanders get a rude wakeup call about our hill-riding capabilities.

With thought and practice however, we can all improve as climbers. And unless we’re in peak shape, we all need to lose a little weight. That always helps on the uphills.

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The true story of a lost team photo and its miraculous discovery

By Christopher Cudworth

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This team photo was discovered in a program that had survived next to the fence of a football field for 10 Illinois winters. Click for larger view.

In the era of Facebook and Throwback Thursdays, when Facebookers post sometimes ancient photos of themselves for purposes of entertainment, it is interesting to consider how far we’ve come in terms of being able to share images from our past.

The proliferation of digital images in the Internet era has made it seem so easy to capture and share moments in our lives that it is possible to entirely forget a period when processing film and holding actual prints in your hand was a pretty laborious process.

Some photographers lament the supposed end of the printed photo. Yet it lives on in art the way that LP records lived on. Now LPs are making a comeback thanks to audiophiles who claim the sound is better. Perhaps we’ll all be printing more photos in the future?

We still have the capability thanks to home printers that are nearly as good as those formerly kicking out prints at 1-Hour photo shops. Remember those? The height of convenience we thought. Photos in one hour! Amazing.

If you go back to the age of Kodachrome (they give you those nice bright colors…give you the green of summers…makes you think all..the world’s a sunny day, oh yeah…) and even before that when color film was not all that common or affordable, there was the age of black and white photos.

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At the start of a race between Elgin High school and St. Charles, runners (from right) Karl Ulrich, Marty Van Acker, John Shorey, Paul Morlock, Kevin Webster, unidentified, Jack Brandli, unidentified, Rob Walker. St. Charles won the tightly contested dual meet in a score of 27-29. Click to enlarge.

High school yearbooks and sports programs were all printed in black and white. It’s like the whole world was black and white. No color.

Yet there’s a beauty to that era. Black and white photography has a frankness thanks to its reduction of distracting colors. You can better study form, shadow and structure.

Sports photos in black and white take us all back in time. Which is why, one summer afternoon doing a run workout on the campus where I attended high school, it was strange to find an old sports program jammed at the base of a chain link fence. I was walking around between mile intervals and noticed the somewhat frayed looking cover sticking out of some unmowed grass right next to the fence. The booklet looked a little familiar so I bent over and picked it up. Indeed it was an old football program from the year 1973. My junior year in high school.

It was 1983 when I bent over to pick up that program. The external pages were haggard and crusted from all the moisture and snow that had enveloped them over the years. Yet as I carefully opened the exterior pages the interior pages seemed relatively unharmed. Then I flipped to the middle of the program and there it was: A black and white photograph of my cross country team from 1973.

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Runner Chris Cudworth of St. Charles leads Elgin’s John Shorey, Ken Englert and Marty Van Acker. Englert won, Cudworth finished second, Van Acker third and Shorey fourth.

I stood there stunned, looking around in fact to see if there was some sort of practical joke being played on me. How else could a 10-year-old program survive ten long Illinois winters and still be intact?

But no, the spot in the grass where the program was embedded had no growth beneath it. This program was a genuine relic, a survivor from the time when at 17 years old I ran with a group of guys that did great things together.

We went 9-1 in the regular season dual meets, won the Kane County Championship, the District Meet and lost to a powerful Dekalb team in the conference meet. In fact the season was so interesting and profound that years later some competitors from a team at Elgin High School called me up with an invitation to get together again. One of their runners told me: “We could run together, maybe even hold a meet. Our rivalry was so good it would be fun to revisit.”

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Chris Cudworth leads in the first mile of a three mile cross country race between Elgin High School and St. Charles in 1973.

To me that was a pretty profound testimony that some special things had happened in that era. The chemistry of the team was amazing. Everyone was “all in,” even the cross country cheerleaders knew they were part of something special. The football team was 1-9 that year, and we were 9-1.

1973 was the year after Frank Shorter won Olympic Gold in the marathon and running was starting up its populist history along with the era of miling greats like Jim Ryun and Marty Liquori. And St. Charles was earning a worldwide claim to fame of sorts with the achievements of Rick Wolhuter, a St. Charles and Notre Dame University grad who would go on to set a world record in the 800 meters and earn an Olympic bronze medal. But that had yet to happen.

Our team in 1973 was the first year that St. Charles has done much in cross country. I had moved to St. Charles from nearby Kaneland High School where I was top runner along with a class guy named Bill Creamean. Then when I moved to St. Charles a new friend and former football player Paul Morlock switched from quarterback prospect to cross country guy. Everyone on the team stepped it up from there, and in our little way, we helped build the foundation for a running program that continues to excel to this day.

But still, what were the odds of finding that team photo stuck against a fence after a decade outdoors? I certainly treasure that somewhat crinkled photo because it was never used in the yearbook. Someone made the decision that year to dispense with formalized photos and go with a layout emphasizing the active life of teens in our school. That meant no team picture in the yearbook.

So it was a prodigal photo of sorts. But it wasn’t the only time something like happened to me.

10 years later in 1993 while walking into the Pepperidge Farm store at a strip mall in Geneva, Illinois, I glanced down at my feet while stepping over one of those low-slung cement parking barriers that keep people from hopping their cars up over the sidewalk. Sticking out from one end of the slot beneath the barrier was the edge of a magazine I recognized. It was a Playboy magazine from November, 1976. The centerfold in that issue was none other than Miss November, Patti McGuire.

Patti McGuire

Patti McGuire was the featured Playmate in a Playboy mysteriously discovered beneath a parking barrier 17 years after the magazine’s publication.

I had once owned that issue, so I knew it well. But having thrown out my Playboys once I got married it was quaint to pick up that magazine and flip through the pages. The male memory retains such strange things. You instantly recall the photos your most liked in a Playboy. Even the articles, yes the articles, come rushing back to you.

So I stood there holding that Playboy in my hands as people walked past glancing at me a little nervously, I suspected. Who reads a Playboy in the parking lot of a hardware store?

Me, I guess. And the mystery of it could not be solved. I looked all around to see if there were other magazines strewn about. Had someone lost their collection somehow, dropping it on the way to the frame shop on the far side of the strip mall?

There were no other signs of how the magazine got there. Yet as I studied it and thought about how long the shopping center had been there, it seemed impossible that a Playboy magazine had survived through 17 Illinois winters in that parking lot. It was a little timeworn in appearance, yet here it was, with no explanation of how it got there, the imagination was left to roam.  And Patti McGuire was still there in all her airbrushed centerfold glory.

Whether some people want to admit the fact or not, being featured in a magazine such as Playboy is an accomplishment of sorts. Sure, you could argue that it is nothing more than exploitation of women, and of natural beauty. Or, you could argue the female form has been celebrated throughout history in art. Playboy and other forms of nude url-1photography is simply a technological extension, as it were, of previous art forms that had less capacity for detail. Of course we might now better appreciate the discretion shown by sculptors 2000 years ago who spared us the details in favor of the form.

One can hardly argue there is not a market for the stuff. Porn is a multibillion dollar online industry, driven manically further by the ability to capture and distribute digital images so readily. People even willingly submit photos and videos of themselves to porn sites. We’ve gone from an era when images were relatively rare and precious to produce to an era when selfies can be shared less than two seconds after they are taken. What does such rampant exposure to even basic images do to the human mind? That’s an experiment in progress.  If you want to see human evolution in progress, just look around you. Visit your favorite social media site. We’re either evolving or devolving.

For me, the long term survival of that program I found by the school and that Playboy are mysteries to this day. Perhaps the Playboy had just been dropped recently. But that certainly wasn’t the case with the 1973 program discovered in 1983.

To me finding that old photo was a bit of destiny. Things like that happen now and then is this world. Someone finds an old photo in a box and tracks down the people in the picture somehow and a bit of history is revealed. Those moments are kind of like living fossils, a testament to the near and present evolution of the human race in all its forms. And that’s a beautiful thing, if you think about it.

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