Jul 20 2010

Cyclo-therapy

Ride = feel productively tired, buzzed and happy. Don’t ride = feel crabby, antsy and caged. Simple stuff.

“Cycling, it’s one of those sports you can do eight hours a day. You’re going to be tired at the end, but if you did an eight-hour run you wouldn’t run again for a week. I think people are better, smarter, more present and more patient when they’ve done some type of exercise — that goes for an eight-year-old and a 68-year-old — and I need more, perhaps more than most people, to get the results I want. Bike racing is the thing that provides me with the most balance.” –Lance Armstrong

People pay big money on meds and therapists for the pleasant “high” you get from a bike ride. Whether you are the cruiser type or serious cyclist, the velo buzz runs deep… deep into the core of the mind and body to produce endorphins, burn calories and bond with the outdoors.

My recent high country, endurance ride told me so. Dang, that ride was tough… but fun! Climb, then climb, then climb until the legs and lungs scream “are we there yet?” But to bask in the views, have the silky plants and flowers brush your legs as you pedal past, and to breathe in the green aromas puts you in a state of pure euphoria… mmmmmm. Dodging the killer rocks, planting myself in a bush and digging a pedal in my shin, it was all good. So good. I stopped and looked over at my friend who is well-seasoned with the “high” country and said “This makes you tough.” She said “Yep, that’s why I like it.”

Nope, I’m not crazy. There are many others, so that makes me sane. The velo buzz is alive and well. Check out this info from studies they’ve done (taken from from bicycling.com, an article called “Really Done” by Bill Strickland):

“Afterward, I researched the idea he (Lance) was talking about and confirmed that this is not just some idiosyncratic theory of the good life Armstrong has cooked up as justification. There are some scientific indications that because cycling combines sustained aerobic exercise with complex brain functions such as balance, timing and spatial awareness, it might be ideally suited to soothe the brain. In a 2008 study of 115 students at the Humboldt University of Berlin’s Institute of Sport Science, students who engaged in 10 minutes of exercise that required complex, highly coordinated movements performed better on a test measuring attention and concentration than students who did simpler aerobic exercise. (And both groups tested better than when they hadn’t exercised.) Another study at Vanderbilt University found that after performing short, complex exercises that emphasized balance and quick reaction and decision making — all descriptors of what it takes to navigate a race peloton — adults were 40 percent more successful at solving a puzzle than when trying to do so after being idle. In a 2005 survey of clinical trials and research held at a conference in Washington, D.C., among the presentations from scientists from Georgetown University, Johns Hopkins, the University of Wisconsin and Duke University Medical School were findings that the changes in the brain activity of meditating monks are directly comparable to the changes that occur during the act of pedaling a bicycle.

Get out and ride. Feel the wind in your face, bugs in your teeth from grinning ear-to-ear, and enjoy the scenery. If it’s raining, smell the sweet air, get dirty flinging mud everywhere (if you don’t, go faster) and splash in the puddles. Be a kid… we still really are, but just in a bigger body.

Prove it. Live it. Enjoy it.

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Jun 11 2010

My Road Race Rehashed

Here goes my Ironhorse Bicycle Classic road race experience:

The morning was sweet. Sun was a risin’, weather was perfect, breakfast was stomached well and my routine was intact. I was smooth as silk breaking into the day without jitters or any major breakdowns.

I prepped for the ride with my new kit (translation: Cool bike clothes that make you feel faster), scanned the bike and was ready to roll… on time. For me, that’s a miracle in itself. I really didn’t have a choice when the race doesn’t wait for me, but my friends will.

I wanted to warm-up with my ipod to some rippin’ music, but then I decided to be with my thoughts. I needed to center myself on this new fast feat of feet; 5,570 feet of climbing to be exact. I learned this new breath watching technique that calmed me before a hefty ride, so I put it into action.

Then the time factor crept in. I finished my warm-up with excitement and headed down to the start not totally knowing what time it was. 7:50 was race start and I knew that I needed to hustle. Time was ticking and my heart started beating fast, knowing that it was going to be close. I got to the spot and saw the groups all lined up, so I jumped a curb on my road bike (bad) and bolted to the start. Whew! I had 2 minutes to spare, trying to look cool like I planned it. The pros call it a “pro-start”, but my nerves were a rattled like a sweating amateur. I don’t think I’d do that again on purpose.

And we’re off! Cruising with “the girls” was amazing. Estrogen rolling thunder is how I describe the sound. 42 women in a pack all squeezed together whirring with the road in harmonious unison. The energy was definitely addicting and swept me through the Valley with ease. As we carried each other through the only flat section, the group morphed into different shapes: Ovals, squares and circles, all snuggled together like bugs in a rug. Some women got pushy (surprising, huh?) and one feisty chick sneaks into my spot within an inch of my bars, intimidating me to back off. I didn’t feel like wrecking (crashing) right out of the gate, so passing her on one of the climbs was definitely satisfying. Girls can get nasty!

As the group broke up on the first tough climb, one rider had an asthma attack. We were all gasping for air pushing as fast as we could up, but hearing someone breathing through a straw was rattling. And I thought MY body was crying for air!
I looked over to make sure she was okay, and she nodded a yes. This was the easy climb… I couldn’t imagine what the rest of the ride would be for her.

The rollers (translation: Small hills up, but not as much down) began with speed. The best part about this section of the race is that your heart gets somewhat of a break before the wicked, high altitude, 6-mile climb up Coal Bank Pass. I was with a pack of 4 women sailing past the touring folks just enjoying the ride. I picked up another water bottle on-the-fly from my husband, and then lost my chain and had to stop. I fixed it and hammered up ahead to catch my little posse, otherwise I would have been “behind” in my race game.

There’s a feeling I get after I’ve ridden mainly uphill for 29 miles or so and when I arrive at the Coal Bank climb, it always humbles me. At an altitude of about 9,000 feet to start, the body doesn’t quite function at optimum power. My head starts to mess with me too. A sharp turn begins the 6-mile climb, trying to suppress the feeling of dread that starts to wash over me.


How much can I put out? Will the climb go faster today? Have I eaten enough? Can I keep my thoughts in check?


The mental game begins. Drink. Eat. Power, steady but fast. Keep looking up. Strong legs. Stay relaxed. Positive self-talk throughout. Stand, sit and listen to waterfalls flow as I pass. Soak it all in… and then I was at the top!! A joy worth breathing for.



Now is where the fun begins. This is not for the faint-hearted. I fly down a mountain at 47 mph+ on a windy, twisty road with tight turns, no guardrails in places and descend 808 feet in 2 miles. It’s like jumping out of an airplane (I imagine), hoping and praying that everyone stays out of your way and your bike doesn’t spontaneously explode at any second. It’s one of the biggest rushes ever.

Back to climbing… again. One more climb. Molas pass tops out at 10,900 feet and kicks my butt! It’s deceiving because it doesn’t look steep and it’s not too long, but the body revolt starts to kick in: Crampy legs, achy back, lungs are tired, but morale can empty the tank. The climb begins with a hairpin turn and a gusty headwind EVERY time! The sharp wind in the face is enough to zap the energy out of my legs. I just always remember it doesn’t last and as soon as you round the bend, the wind calms. I felt super strong all the way to the top. I love to climb.

I topped out at Molas Pass with one more descent to go… the tough one. Winter was brutal on this road. Pot holes, ruts, rough asphalt, and blue circles painted everywhere to warn you of obstacles. I compared it to a mountain bike ride on singletrack where you had to pick a line through rough terrain. Trying to go as fast as I can, navigating through tight turns, people and freaky drop-offs. Danger at it’s finest… yes, I’m a thrill-seeking junkie.


The final stretch was the sprint to the finish. 3 hours 14 minutes later. My best time yet, and one of the biggest smiles ever.

Wanna join me next year? It’s a ride you’ll never forget…



Photos courtesy of Animas Media

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May 3 2010

Live to Survive, or live to Thrive?

Survive. v. To remain alive or in existence. To remain functional or usable.
Thrive. v. To grow strongly and vigorously. To do well; prosper

I get this, but do I live it? Do I live life to coast, or to make the most?

I face the reality that this is hard for me. I want to make the most of every day, to feel satisfied that I can lay my head on the pillow and knew I gave the daylight hours my best. The day needs:

  ♥  To be productive
  ♥  To nurture and love
  ♥  To stretch, exercise or exert energy
  ♥  To share or write
  ♥  To feel there’s some sort of harmony… even for a minute

If I really think about what this means to me, it does not mean the same to everyone: Rock climbing to taking the dog for a walk, loving/caring for a parent to sending a note to a friend. A hug… a ride… a smile… a connection… a bite of something tasty… a brilliant, spring flower rising to the sun… breathing. Somehow, some way.

Some days just suck. I’ll say it. But do they really? Or am I focusing on the bad and the ugly? Do I need to dig deeper to find the moments that matter? For me, they can be a pearl in the ocean of bitterness. A gem buried in the coal. A diamond in the rough.

As I come off a huge high from a mountain bike race, everything feels good. Vibrations are high, endorphins raging, success of accomplishment, the joy of exerting myself and thriving. I didn’t race to survive it, I raced to thrive. I wanted to get the most out of it. I went anaerobic, took a wrong turn, and ran over a rock cairn. I could have been scared, leery or less confident… but I chose to be strong, lean and on my game. I whipped through the winding singletrack with flow and ease. I caught up to riders ahead, tailed them and passed. I gave it my best and pushed as hard as I could to understand the meaning and feeling of success. That doesn’t mean beating all my competitors, it just means to surpass what I thought I was capable of.

Winning has a whole new look for me these days… and so does thriving.

I love my beginner’s spirit. As Lance put on his time trial bike for the ‘09 Tour, this is “the bomb” of racing. The new excitement and experience must take over the jitters and cage-rattling. Each race is a bike notch in my belt to build on.

Quoted from Working out, Working Within, “According to the ancient Chinese notion of the ‘ripple effect,’ when you drop a pebble in the water, everything that comes within the water’s wake is directly affected by it.” When you’re on… you’re on. When you’re not, you still have a choice to survive through it, or thrive.

I will try to walk away thriving from any experience, no matter what the outcome is… I’m bound and determined. It’s my stubborn Irish blood, or it’s just me knowing that I don’t want to settle for second best.

Do you choose to coast, or make the most? Where are you in your game?

(Hand photo)

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Apr 16 2010

Spring Fling


Blow me away from the desert

To distant lands
far, far away

     land of the free
     where I can be
     what I’m made of
     so I can see…

fern leaves unfurling, dew dripping

     rays of sun poking through holes of mighty, elephant ear plants

spiders posed on their silky webs

     drenched by the sticky air

soil rich with bugs, thriving and expanding in their home

     pliable nature beaming with pride

drinking in the moisture… every breath, every pore

     hugged by lush, dense foliage

the sweet scent of herbal energy alive with vigor

     surrounded by panoramic waters rippling with the wind

immersed in the blooming moment

     beckoning me to fly with it all…


Photo courtesy of Tammy Warren

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