Monday, November 16, 2009

The less I ride, the less I blog.

Perhaps it's the opposite - maybe keeping a public journal of my pedaling adventures influences me to ride more. Maybe it's the pressure to post something on the blog that keeps me riding, because I won't have much interesting stuff to post if I don't ride.

Or not.

I love riding my bike around.

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Many of the DC cycling bloggers have been using recent posts to summarize the disruptions to their riding or make excuses for not posting as often.


Personally, I noticed that as my riding took a hit, so did my blogging. Thus being so, I figured I'd go one step further and analyze this pattern.

Yes, this is for all of your PowerTap geeks that just love putting up this-versus-that graphs.

The following information documents my riding and blogging from January 2009 through October 2009. First, I present the comparison of how many times I posted a blog compared to how many times I rode my bike each month:


Blog Posts vs. Rides per Month


Next, I totaled the numbers of blogs, rides, as well as number of miles I rode each month (Jan-Oct). I then took a percentage per month of each of these:


Monthly Percentages of Blog posts, Rides, and Miles

Interesting, right? I know, it's not. I got bored.

Here's my excuse for not riding last week, the song-of-the-blog:



That's the Benjy Davis Project performing "The Rain" live at the Louisiana Governor's mansion. Good southern-rock jam band, check 'em out.

Prefer something in Spanish? Here's another appropriate song title:



One of my favorite songs: Mana performing a live version of "No Ha Parado de Llover" for MTV Unplugged.

Luckily, it did stop raining for us this weekend. It was yet another great weekend for riding in the district. I'll keep taking the rainy weekdays if we can have a few more 65-degree Sundays.

Friday, November 13, 2009

Friday Ramblings: Elitism Among Gym Rats

I joined a gym near my office. You know Globo Gym in Dodgeball? Yeah, my gym is more like the other one.

No, I didn't join a gym because the apocalypse is coming. Considering I rode my bike only on weekends last winter, I need to keep up some more fitness this year. In the mean time, I need to get my body a bit more balanced again. I am a corpse with strong thighs, so I'm gonna work on that. I will especially be working the core to help support my weak lower back in the longer races.

I joined Fitness First because they have a facility around the corner from my office, and they're just about as cheap as you can find for a full-sized gym. I would have liked to have joined CycleLife, but it's still insanely expensive per month, their hours suck donkey nuts (8 PM closing), it's expensive as hell, it's not in a convenient location for me, and I can't afford it. Did I mention they're expensive?

No, I don't have power-meter spin bikes or Computrainers at my gym, but I do get 12 months of membership for the price of two at Cyclelife.

Ummm, how do they sleep at night?

I love the idea of a full-service shop and gym targeted solely towards cyclists. I would love to be a part of that. When the shop opened, memberships were in the ballpark of $300 per month. You could buy a car for that much (if you wanted a workout you could shift into neutral, get out, and push). Now Cyclelife memberships are significantly less, but still in the ballpark of hundreds. Plural.

For such a cool idea, I wish I could justify paying that for more than a pair of cold, wet, dark months. Mostly, I wish more thrifty people like me had the opportunity to take advantage of such a cool place.

I realize that they probably have insanely, horribly, absurdly priced memberships because it's a niche market. I know that it is more financially saavy for them to have fewer clients that pay more for the product. They even try to add value to for the price (laundry service, personal locker, testing equipment, happy endings, etc.).

I get it.

But didn't they watch Rocky IV? Give me a barn and a mountain and we'll see who will be muttering "I must break you."

For the pennies I'm paying, my gym is pretty sweet.

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Today, one of the weirdest, funniest/weirdest things happened at said gym.

No, I'm not thinking of the moment where I witnessed a group of gentleman walk out of the fitness room - all with their own yoga mats. I like yoga, but men that own their own yoga mat and actually carry it in a yoga backpack while sporting obviously-tailored-for-yoga knickers to the gym freak me out more than men with cats.

Back to the really weird thing.

I got on the erg to warm up. No, that's not the weird part either. For all of you non-enlightened folks, an erg is a rowing machine. That's my athletic past-time: pulling an oar through water really, really hard. My high school crew coach used to compare the tenacity to lifting a concrete bag above your head and then slamming it down on the ground - over and over again. It's fun.

To warm up for any workout, I usually row 2,000 meters on the erg. I was feelin' okay, so I did that twice with a short break in the middle.

It is very rare in any gym that you see anyone on the erg that actually knows how to row. In this case, I noticed that the girl next to me obviously knew what was up: Legs-back-arms-arms-back-legs. Slow on the slide. Straighten your arms before you break the knees. Lay back.

This gym rat looked familiar, but I had my headphones on listening to New Order's album "Get Ready."


Just the fact that she knew how to row and that she was doing 12-minute intervals impressed me. Hell yes, we've got a tough gym rat. Heck, the thought that she knew what she was doing made me somewhat embarrassed by the horrible splits (split = power) I was barely holding. I was struggling to hold for 8 minutes the same split I used to be able to hold easily for over an hour.

I guess that's what happens when you quit a sport pretty much cold turkey. Hi, my name is Bert Garcia and I've been a weakling since May 2003.

It was pretty cool to be around another ex-rower in a normal gym. Like a group falling into a natural march, any two rowers will often fall into the same stroke rate - catching the beginning of the stroke simultaneously.

In high school we used to row ergs in a narrow, dark hallway during the winters. When it was nice outside or our coach was happy, we'd get to row out back in a chain-linked parking lot near the utilities. We'd alternate rowing with tire-pulls, squats, wall-sits, and lunges.

The GW Crew team used to work out at least six times per week in a "gym" too. Except it was really just an old, unventilated racquetball court with two-dozen ergs, two fans, and a few puke buckets.

I guess not-so-Globo gym is pretty sweet after all, but I digress.

Finally, the weird part: I get home and see that I've received a Facebook message from a friend that I used to row with in high school saying, "Please tell me that was you." Holy crap, that's why she looked familiar. We learned to row together back in 1999 under the same crazy old woman, we even had English class together, until she moved to Alaska.

Small world.

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Here's something that is at least somewhat relevant to training. Miles per week for the year, again January through October:


I know it is a small and blurry image but if you would like to see the full-size chart, just click it. Although this doesn't take into account any sort of intensity or any acronyms that power-meter users use (TSS?), there are some pretty natural periods in there. Kinda. I basically just ride when I want to ride and ride more when the weather's nice.

There are also some obvious outliers. For example, a pair of "zero" weeks in February when I was working in Germany and then vacationing at Vail. There are also a few weeks dense with miles, like Fourth of July week, where I did little else besides ride my bike. Interestingly enough, there are lower numbers than I'd expect for the months with the most daylight (also my prime-time race season) in June and July.

Who would have thought that racing your bike really kills your cycling time?

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Dad, if you're reading this, happy Friday the 13th.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Siggy's 2010 MABRA Calendar

Because I don't want to keep scrolling down and loading the 2010 MABRA race calendar, I'm posting it up for my own reference. I'll be adding non-MABRA events that I'm interested in as they come up, and update this post for any changes.

Just for fun, I'm putting cash-money symbols by the races I'm doing. Zero cash means I'll be having more fun riding elsewhere; one ($) means I there is a slight chance I will race but don't care for that event or date; two ($$) mean I will probably race and if I do, I could care less for personal results; and three ($$$) mean that it's game on for Siggy because that is a bona-fide cash-money and awesome event.

Please do not confuse this crazy cash-money system with the training priority of my races (although you can probably take a hint by looking at July). It's about more the likelihood that I actually want to do these events, because some of them rock and I pretty much suck at cornering in technical crits.

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February 13 - NC State/Wolfpack Road Race ($$$, non-MABRA)
February 14 - NC State Criterium ($, non-MABRA)
February 14 - Tradezone Training Series #1
February 21 - Tradezone Training Series #2 ($)
February 28 - Tradezone Training Series #3 ($)

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March 7 - Tradezone Training Series #4 ($)
March 13/14 (?) - UMD President's Crit ($)
March 14 - Tradezone Training Series #5
March 20 - Vint Hill Classic #1 ($$)
March 21 - Tradezone Training Series #6
March 28 - Jefferson Cup Road Race ($$)

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April 10 - Walkersville Road Race ($$)
April 11 - Tyson's Corner Circuit Race ($$)
April 17 - Syn-Fit Criterium ($$)
April 18 - Carl Dolan Circuit Race ($$)
April 24 - Vint Hill Classic #2 ($$)*

* Is the Vint Hill series still Cat 4/5 only?

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May 1 - M.P. Murad Road Race ($$$)
May 2 - Bunny Hop Criterium ($)
May 8 - Fort Ritchie Criterium ($)
May 15 - Poolesville Road Race ($)*
May 22 - Wilmington GP, NRC
May 23 - BikeJam/Kelly Cup

* Catherine will try to convince me not to race Poolesville because she fears I will die on the dirt. She's probably right, so I'll just work the race.

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June 5 - Ride Sally Ride ($$)
June 6 - Spring Church Creek TT
June 12 - AF Cycling Classic Clarendon, NRC
June 13 - USAF Cycling Classic Crystal City, NRC
June 19-20 - Tour of Washington County ($$)
June 26 - Herndon Returns ($)
June 27 - Reston Town Center GP ($)

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July 10 - Hagerstown Criterium ($)
July 17 - Giro di Coppi Road Race ($$$)
July 24 - Lost River Classic Road Race ($$$)
July 31 - Page Valley Road Race ($$$)

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August 1 - Luray Criterium ($)
August 14 - Highway to Heaven Hill Climb ($)
August 21 - Fall Church Creek TT

(So Page Valley moves to July, and August seems even more boring.)

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Early September - Green Mountain Stage Race ($$)*
September 11 - Rockville Twilight Criterium ($)
September 19 - Juniors Day Out
September ?? - Turkey Day ($$)**

* Schlomo is making me race and I'm cool with that.
** No date posted yet.

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This Calendar is incredible - kudos to all of the organizers and their clubs for filling up nearly eight full months. In 2009 I did 19 races, and I probably won't be going to many more events than that this coming season. However, I'll be doubling-up in Cat 3 and Pro/1/2/3 events more often which will tally up quickly.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Newbie Cyclist Darwinism

A GW cyclist and friend, Matt Kap, recently asked me how to ride with new cyclists and prospective racers that just do not keep up. He thought I was a good guy to ask because I stay heavily involved with the GW Cycling team to help teach new folks the ropes. This post is mostly a public response to him. Unfortunately, in my honest I realize that I hold the bike racer's attitude: one that may not necessarily address his concerns in the most friendly way.

This isn’t about people that cannot keep up. I am talking about people that clearly have the ability to hang, but because of some mental block they just won’t. How do you ride with – and more importantly train with – the incorrigibly slow cyclist?

It's hard to balance your own goals with riding with and teaching new cyclists. This has been a topic on my mind a lot this past year. My initial thoughts to my friend Matt were two things - be patient, but don't feel guilty doing your own thing.

I have never really "trained" or coached people besides myself; I’m highly under-qualified. I simply try to help teach new cyclists the right way to get into the sport, which is largely a “do as the Romans” approach.

It’s even bold to say I’ve trained myself – I just ride a lot, and I ride with fast/aggressive groups a lot. At its simplest, the rider becomes the rides he does. For each person the athletic background is very different, so the makeup of the person as a cyclist will be as well. My athletic foundation is thick, but I do try to put the stereotypical cyclist’s arrogance aside to help new athletes find their niche.

Granted, I’m an inherently straight-forward and impatient guy. Key words: I try.

I've always had the mentality that to improve, you have to surround yourself with people that are better than you. That means that I want to ride with guys that are faster and/or more experienced than I am. (I say “or” because there are many former racers that know how to roll with very little fitness.)

With as much humility as I can muster, I’ve been trying to fill the role of that faster or more experienced rider for the new GW folks. Along with a few other experienced cyclists, I am trying to concurrently teach and challenge them.

As I said though, I’m impatient. Sometimes, there’s only so much slow you can take. Hearing Matt’s concern makes me feel better about my own. It confirms that I’m not just being a intolerant (at least not all of the time). Some people just don’t pedal with much force. Ever. I see this most with new folks riding with a group of cyclists, but even with time they do not change.

Well Plato's cave is full of freaks,
Demanding refunds for the things they've seen.
I wish they could believe,
In all the things that never made the screen.
And just slow down everyone,
You're moving too fast...


This conundrum contradicts my general philosophy of riding with people. That is, when I’m riding with people, I’m actually riding with them. Ignoring certain hammerfests (re: 10AM, Hains sprints, etc.), too many people forget about that etiquette. It is a group ride, after all.

One of the most annoying things is when someone shows up to a small group ride with different intentions than the majority. I get pretty pissed off when someone takes off unnecessarily. Though I’ve been the culprit myself at times, I am usually pretty vocal when someone is pointlessly ruining the rhythm of a smooth group and will happily drop back to pick up the breadcrumbs of any unintentional screw-turning.

It should be an equal responsibility of the strong cyclists to set the pace as it should be for the slower/weaker/newer cyclists to keep up. The responsibility isn’t only on the faster side of the peloton. Quite often it is the opposite problem from someone attacking. Even with a compact crankset, I just can’t go that slow some of the time. The culprit is usually the cyclist that constantly sits 10 feet behind the group. You can always guarantee that no matter how fast or slow a group is going, they are the chronic one-man gruppetto. It is hard to ride with a shifty cyclist that is constantly leaving a distance behind the closest rear wheel – especially if it’s yours.

I see two questions arising from the predicament of a cyclist with these mental barriers.

What do you do if someone clearly should be keeping up, but never does?

How do you manage the entire group so that the ride becomes a productive exercise for everyone – or at least the majority? Drop the slowpoke?

And the following is why my best friend said I was the Rude part of Rude & Smooth.

Yes. At some point or another, I say screw ‘em and just go hard. Hopefully they'll catch on.

As racers, we can’t feel bad doing our own thing most of the time. Everyone has different fitness levels so you will rarely, if ever, find a fair balance.

This is a niche sport heavily dependent on developing new racers. While it is easy to find cyclists, it is difficult to convince some to pin on their first race number.

At heart, the great majority of cyclists are racers – we can’t not race the UPS truck to the next intersection, outrun loose dogs, and try to drop that old guy that just passed us. We inevitably time ourselves on our favorite route or sprint for the town line, even if we are just racing ghosts. At an individual level – like any endurance sport – cycling is as tough as you make it.

However, cycling is not just any endurance sport with a finish line – the tactics in competitive cycling raise the level of intensity, and thus the difficulty. You cannot just keep pedaling at your own pace until you cross the line if you want to win. You have to meet a standard to survive and then surpass the norm to succeed. Competitive cyclists do not get a medal just for crossing a finish line.

There are few other sports where you are so dependent on the fitness and skills of your opponents for your own success (and safety). While it takes mastering the skill of being a lemming, it takes a brave one-man-against-the-world approach to win. That’s risky.

In this sport, you have to be a pretty good loser to win. You have to have so much hatred for getting your butt kicked that you stubbornly say please sir, may I have another. That takes some mental toughness – something you cannot teach during one single bike ride or in one lifetime.

Most folks just do not have a “good chin” for punishment. That is, they will not become great fighters by getting the crap kicked out of them. Most people are not outrider thoroughbreds like Seabiscuit that can successfully come-from-behind. Most people simply cannot learn how to win by losing a lot. Most people in bike racing lose, most of the time.

What I mean by these analogies is that new cyclists will too easily burn out and break down mentally if they are always struggling to hold on to faster riders, even in training. And I think that’s okay. While that’s not a good way to grow our sport, I have to come to the unwelcoming conclusion that it is the Darwinism of competitive athletics.

You can coach any cyclist to be fit and to tolerate pain. But you can’t teach relentlessness. At some points each of us will concede. As Daniel Coyle wrote about the Soviet Olympic cycling program in Lance Armstrong’s War, you have to throw a dozen eggs at the wall to see which ones don’t get smashed.

That being said, I will continue to do everything in my power to teach new cyclists the skills they need to know should they want to race. I like meeting new cyclists and riding with them to grow the sport. I enjoy teaching new cyclists about a sport I have come to love and watching them grow into it, especially when they throw a few punches back - I love when a new cyclist surprises me and challenges me.

I’ll call out one guy that won’t concede - his name is Nick. Nick was a front lineman for Case Western, now a grad student at GW. Nick’s big – probably 240 pounds – and he looks about the size of a lean grizzly on a beige-colored Cannondale with Shimano 105.

Tell me if that sounds like an intimidating cyclist. Probably not.

Schlomo and I are intimidated. We definitely find this guy intimidating, because we saw him in action. Schlomo and I are now both Cat 3s now with above average power-to-weight ratios. As Cat 4s, Dan won 3 races this year and I won a pair myself. I’m not saying this to boast – it’s to establish a bit of our our two-wheeled street cred. Schlomo and I are insidious cyclists when it comes to group rides.

So is Nick.

Nick has only been on a handful of group rides. He is the novice that I immediately want on my team, because I never want to find myself racing against him. With the foundation of having been an elite athlete, he has the necessary mentality of openness to change, adjustment, and execution.

On the GW rides, Schlomo and I are always eager to toss an evil grin at the wind. Quite often, we grin at each other – talking through deep breaths as we half-wheel the heck out of each others’ legs. On more than two occasions on a team ride two weeks ago, Schlomo and I were pushing the pace up the inclines, much to the dismay of the majority of the GW group. We threw the proverbial eggs at the wall, and to our surprise, this shell on this new big guy named Nick did not crack.

Holy crap, Nick’s got a good chin for this sport.

It's tough to balance the needs of a cyclist on the rise with that of a cyclist with a slower improvement curve – whether the barrier is lack of skill or physical development. However, slowing down is not a good way to challenge the cyclists that are making great progress to becoming racers. For those certain personalities that do not relent, speeding up is the only way to go.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Poor Man's PowerTap - $10.39

I removed my wireless Vetta computer with cadence a few months ago because I couldn't get all of the transmitters to unf*ck themselves. Well, I bit the bullet and splurged. Now here's my new poor man's PowerTap -


It is a Bell bike computer and I bought it for $10.39 from Target. It's wired and has no less than 8 functions, including distance and speed. It hasn't stopped working since I installed it.

Everything you need and nothing you don't. Ten bucks. Think about it. You know you only use the power meter for vanity anyways. Why not save a few hundred?

Oh, and it weighs next to nothing, which is a hell of a lot less than your pricey PowerTap.

Until my wallet's thicker, this'll do.

Friday, October 30, 2009

Friday Ramblings: Part II, Angst & iPod Deities

There were too many tedious tasks to allow me to escape very early, but I was pretty adamant with the boss. It was the final Thursday night before daylight savings time, so I wanted to ride with the group at hains. About ten minutes before leaving the office, I get an email from a teammate I have learned a lot from. He is telling a few of us that he’s switching teams, heading over to MABRA’s Menudo.

I just didn’t see that coming, though I can't hold it against him.

I arrived at Hains later than expectd but immediately jumped into the group of about a dozen or so riders. I hadn’t planned on riding hard, but the stress of being sick, working hard, and being off the bike for a while had finally gotten to me with that last straw. I wanted to break some legs with no regard for my own.

People go and people come,
See my rider right by my side,
It's a total disgrace,
They set the pace, it must be a race,
And the best thing I can do is run.

~Led Zeppelin "Out on the Tiles"

As the Tims and Dave were relaxing at the back happily, the Freds were pretending to pace-line and race each other up front. Their silly, slow antics annoyed me. This was not a day to f*ck with Siggy.

I was up front with about half a dozen Freds and a dude from Kelly. He obviously knew what was up, so I sped up the pace, him doing the same with a dozen folks behind. Around the bend we traded pulls again, but as I passed him once more I told him I was going. I don’t know why I told some other strong guy, but I guess I just wasn’t up for killing it solo.

I ramped up the pace to 27… 28… 29… and pulled off. Kelly and another dude hung on. The other dude didn’t hang on long, so I slapped my hip saying “go time” and took off. Kelly sprinted passed me, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to hurt. It’s almost as if I was asking to get my ass kicked. It felt great. As everyone else headed home, I’m talking to this Kelly guy – apparently it was Evan Fader.

Oh. Some warm up.

The rest of my night consisted of me blowing off some angst. I chilled behind the Tims for their 24 mph cool-down lap, and planned on getting some work in. After I found the first teammate was switching squads, I sent a message to another guy on his status. Low and behold, I received his response right before I shifted into the big ring of a 3-lap interval. He’s considering it, halfway out the door.

I don’t know why these things annoyed me, but it was just the spark my ass needed. I can’t hold it against these guys by any means. They’ve contributed to our squad immensely and after some time, there’s not much left for them to give or take from us for the time being. Yet it was somewhat of a surprise and well, it sucks to lose two good teammates. Plus, I’d much rather line up with these guys – mentors – instead of next to them. Now I have to try to beat these guys.

The highlight of my 3-lap interval was that I had a perfectly orchestrated playlist from the iPod Shuffle deities. The playlist was perfect for my mood and the feeling of my legs at those exact moments:

Three Days Grace “Break”
Van Halen “Right Now”
Dispatch “Passerby”
Blind Melon “Out on the Tiles” (Led Zeppelin Cover)
Fatboy Slim “Right Here, Right Now”

The deities were on. That one song stuck right in the middle of the piece was exactly where I needed it most. That song gave me a clarification and motivation. If I am going to keep up this bike racing thing, I know what I don’t want to be.


So I finish that piece, and I take a lap off listening to “Get By” by Talib Kweli, getting the rhythm back. I was considering going home, but I couldn’t. I like it there at Hains, so I stayed a while. When it’s dark, the masses flee and I find the silent solace wonderful.

So I ramped it up again for another two laps.

I started taking a cool down lap after that effort, but get no farther than the Tennis courts when a skater I’d passed hooks onto my wheel. Usually I hate stealth wheelsuckers, but for some reason, I tolerated this dude. I essentially motorpace this dude at 23-24-25 miles per hour for a lap. He gave me a nod and when I signaled for a second go-around, he shook his head. L7 weenie.

By the way, you can find the punch-line to this joke on your own: What’s the hardest thing about roller-blading?

I took another lap easy, thinking I was the only idiot at Hains Point in the pitch black. Coming around the curve I see another cyclist’s light not too far back, so I slowed down to see if I would recognize him.

Holy crap, I thought I had been cookin’ it, but they were flying. It was so dark I didn’t recognize him until I saw the headphones under his helmet – it was another teammate and mentor of mine, the elusive and speedy Mr. Chapel.

And he was in the middle of an interval.

I painfully sped up to keep pace next to him until the end of the lap. My ego and angst wouldn’t let me draft off of him, I just kept my bars parallel to his. Chapel’s 2010 season has started, so he’s getting work done. He tells me he is going ramp it up for another lap passed the gates.

Even though I was about to go home, I couldn’t let him suffer on his own. I had some angst left, and he could sympathize. This would be my self-inflicted coup d’grace. The iPod Shuffle deities pulled through again.

“Uprising” by Muse -



Come let the revolution take it's toll,
If you could flick a switch and open your third eye,
You'd see that we should never be afraid to die…

They will not force us,
They will stop degrading us,
They will not control us,
We will be victorious.


Chris was hauling ass, so I followed suit. I didn’t relent and let’s just say that I was pretty dizzy after that effort. It was as draining and relieving mentally as it was physically; my legs had been dead miles before anyway.

We headed back into the city together past the White House, and talked about the local cycling drama that comes with this time of year, and how it really is inconsequential. Who’s going where, why, and that it really doesn’t matter - at least it shouldn't affect me. That put me at ease a bit (if only we’d spoken before I’d blasted my legs).

One of the things I appreciate most about the teammates that have a few years on me isn’t necessarily the support they provide on the bike, but the level-headedness that they’ve got. Compared to my rash and emotional thoughts, the wise but honest perspectives of another decade are evident. It’s a confidence booster to know I've still got guys like Chapel to look out for me, even if him and I are not sprinting for the DC line as we usually do.

When I got back to Catherine's place, I was pooped. I lazily took off my kit and nearly fainted getting into the shower. I had a peircing headache on the entire left side of my head and could barely stomach soup for dinner. I ended up using an ice pack as a pillow.

I remember this feeling, and it always gives me something to look forward to.

That feeling is one of utter destruction. I remember one high school crew practice where I felt this way. After a long workout, my coach had us pair up on ergs and row another 10,000 meter relay. I was paired with my best friend, which was unusual because we were both lightweights.

After my second or third piece, I nearly fainted with a splitting headache and dry-heaves; I couldn't see straight. I’d been having a rough week with my girlfriend, my parents, school, and my life – so I had destroyed myself in practice and took it out on the erg. My friend Jim never said anything, he just kept rowing and finished the piece off for us without hesitation. He knew me, so he understood.

I also remember once earlier this year when I felt the exact same. Our team had been experiencing some friction, but I reluctantly showed up to our own scrimmage ready to tear off a pair of legs – my own. I made my statement, and I barely had the consciousness to wheelsuck a pair of girls home.

I don’t remember pain very easily, I choose to forget it. What I do distinctly remember from these situations is that the day after that crew practice I had a new outlook. And I remember earlier this year how good I felt on the next day’s ride. These were overnight revolutions. Physically, I had destroyed myself, but that’s what it took to clear my head and find a new motivation.

Out of total eagerness, I went to Hains again for a ride tonight (Friday) with Jen and Carraway. Her and I spread the gossip – well I just needed to vent to a good old friend. Carraway and I hadn’t ridden together in a long while, so we shot the sh*t a bit. He was doing an opener workout, so I took off with him for some short intervals.

Of course, I felt great today. Angst has crazy powers.

Happy halloween.

Friday Ramblings: Part I, Lost & Found

It seems that the less I ride, the less I blog. That's the least harmful consequence of my lack of effort pedaling the last few weeks.

All last week, I was plagued with some sort of green-snotted sickness that had the side additional effects of a fever, severe headaches, congestion, and total laziness. Sure enough, I felt worse on the days where the weather was beautiful. I think I was the only cyclist in DC that didn't ride last Wednesday and Thursday.

Throughout last week I suffered from whatever infected my corpse as I dealt with a lot of other crap. Just plain misfortunes I'd brought upon myself.

I am a racer; I have grown up learning to pay attention to details and overcome the hints from my body that I should back off, or not fight back. I have trained my body not to shut down. For a week or two, I never gave myself a fighting chance.

I had been actively relaxing for weeks - paying little attention to my physical or mental sharpness because of the little stress on me overall. I had no races to make me nervous; I had few workouts tax my legs for the next day; work is going well.

Last week, though, was an unfortunate lesson learned that, even when there is no finish line or deadline quickly approaching, I still cannot back off. I still must resist that slowly induced laziness of the off-season. I get a tense sensation in my head when my burning coughs remind me. For a while, I started to lose my will to stay physically strong and mentally awake.

My best semester in college was also the peak of my body's fitness. It's just another testament that I cannot back off too much. Surely, I can enjoy the rewards of hard work, but I can only take so many steps back. Aside from athletics, it's that edge that keeps me fit, motivated, and mentally engaged.

I value my willingness to learn and change. I find stength in my ability to adjust my body and my will. Now, I have to change, adjust, or nudge back whatever it is that I slipped away from.

What's most awkward is the ambivalence I felt. Last week in particular was so forgettable. I took some time off not just to fight sickness, but to find some more valuable thoughts than ambivalence.

After a few miserably rainy sick days in the office, Sunday was a fresh beginning.

I rode later with Catherine and Scott, a new guy on the GW cycling team. Scott's learning the ropes quickly. He's got a great attitude, the willingness to learn and change, and most useful for a race, a good chin. He’s learning very well how to just take the hits and hang on. Catherine was having a tough day and Scott's legs are still gaining their maturity, so I basically pulled them around for 40-45 miles. After 8 days off the bike, that was enough and actually a great ride.

They were both hurting, and told me so, but they probably didn't realize how hard I was working in the wind, either. It's easy to be lazy, but in a small group ride I don't want to slack off. I don't want to drop people, so I sat in front of them and just kept pedaling at a strong but tolerable pace. They did their jobs; they kept up.

Early this week I took another few days off and rode pretty chill laps through the tough headwind Wednesday. It was 30 miles of nothing special - my favorite sort of ride. I rode a good bit of that ride with Jen Cheng, a fellow GW cycling alum and racer for Cyclelife. She's been on a few different teams under a few different coaches, so I enjoyed her insights.

We talked about goals, coaches, and training plans. We traded stories about what works for each of us, and what doesn't - or for my stubborn methods, what probably wouldn't. And we talked about some of our friends looking to joins new teams. At the time, I didn't realize the conversation would foreshadow so much.

I had found my legs again, a bit worse for wear since I had been sick. Mentally, a strong ride on Sunday and an intriguing conversation Wednesday refreshed me. I was ready again. For what? I don't know. Something to keep me on edge.

Monday, October 26, 2009

Saddle Review: Specialized Phenom SL (like the Toupe, minus the plastic)

I don't ride mountain bikes any more, I'm purely a roadie these days. Sometimes, there's a neat crossover of equipment that we just don't see out of snobbery or gear lust.

For the past year, I've been riding on a Specialized Toupe Team saddle.


(This is not my bike, just a picture of an identical saddle that I found on google.)

I had no real complaints about it when GamJams reviewed saddles. Yet something has always bothered me: that little plastic tip of the saddle. Check out how sharp that sucker is on the front of the saddle.


That sharp plastic tip of the saddle is really, really painful when it stabs you square in the taint.That thing would treat your taint like a woodpecker.

I don't know why Specialized put it there. It lengthens the saddle with no functionality, making it a useless saddle for TT set-ups. It's cheaply painted so the plastic fades quickly, making the saddle look aged faster. The plastic tip doesn't really protect the saddle, either. How many times have you seen the exact front of a saddle take the impact in a crash? The impact is always on the sides or rear, where the leather curves under the saddle.

Specialized Toupe saddles also have a reputation of aging quickly and having breakage problems after a while, so recently I went about looking for something new. The 2010 lineup of road saddles came out, but I wasn't that impressed overall. The prices for the same equipment increased (as is usual with Specialized) and the improvements were nil.

I noticed that on the upgraded saddles, the sharp plastic point had been removed. It was an improvement. Yet I am not enough of a weight weenie to sacrifice comfort and durability for a saddle with carbon rails, much less pay upwards of $300 for that sucker. Heck, even with a team discount, that saddle would be more than I would want to spend.

Though I have a few other saddles in my storage unit (the trunk of my car), I took a look at the Specialized mountain saddles and found the Phenom SL.


It uses the same wide channel to help blood flow (so my mother will one day have grand-kids). It's also a similar shape and has flexibility where it matters - behind the thighs and under the crotch.

The Phenom SL weighs only 20 grams more than the Toupe Team, about the same amount of weight as a few snot rockets throughout a ride. It is actually lighter than it's more expensive version, the Phenom Team, too. Being a saddle designed to see some action in the woods, the Phenom SL also has more logically placed scuff guards on the rear/side of the saddle than the Toupe series, yet with no painful beak at the front.

The Phenom is also longer than the Toupe by almost half an inch, and the front of the saddle curves down slightly. I thought that both of these features would suit my style of riding in different positions on the bike. I stand up frequently up hills and in sprints, or just to get the legs moving. When I'm leading a hammerfest I'm as low as can be, quite literally in ball-busting position in the drops on the tip of the saddle.

Without actually testing the saddle, I took the risk and ordered one through NCVC's sponsor, Spokes Etc. Here's the new Phenom SL on my bike:





After a few rides, it hasn't disappointed. The curved-down tip is convenient if you're positioning is erratic standing-up-and-down like mine, and the extra length is noticeable when hammering low, too. I've also noticed the edges behind my thighs feel less abrasive, or sharp (I guess I don't notice them at all compared to the Toupe). The best news for my family's hope of carrying on the surname is still that I don't have any circulation problems with this saddle.

The Phenom SL otherwise feels much like a Toupe, without the crotch-stabs as you try to find the seat after a hard out-of-saddle effort. Feeling like the Toupe does bring one downside. Especially new, the Phenom is a stiff ride on your butt-bones. That's a feeling I've grown accustomed to like. Stiffness provides less friction, and friction is evil.

I know there are many roadies using the Toupe, especially in the DC region. To all of them, I say this: don't get tunnel-vision to road-only saddles. I'm sure there are plenty of saddles out there you could use, but this one is similar enough to the Toupe that you don't have to have a transition period of short rides and double-chamois to manage the change. Most importantly, the evil plastic thing isn't gonna jab you in the soft tissue.

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