Addiction

In a recent conversation with the C, we spoke of my time spent riding on the bike. I was pressed and pressed and finally realized that I have a problem.

Addiction is defined as the condition of being habitually or compulsively occupied with or or involved in something. Alcoholics Anonymous developed and used a twelve step program. The twelve-step program is a set of guiding principles for recovery from addictive, compulsive, or other behavioral problems (taken from www.wikipedia.com).

I am an addict. I need help so I have started these twelve steps.

I have modified the twelve steps for me and my addiction.
1. I admit I am powerless over riding my bike—that my life has become unmanageable.
2. I have come to believe that a Power greater than myself could restore me to sanity.
3. I have made a decision to turn my will and my life over to the care of God.
4. I have made a searching and fearless moral inventory of myself.
5. I have admitted to God, to myself, and to the C the exact nature of my wrongs.
6. I am entirely ready to have God remove all these defects of character.
7. I humbly ask Him to remove my obsession with sitting on a bike for hours.
8. I have made a list of all persons I have harmed, and became willing to make amends to them all.
9. I have made direct amends to such people wherever possible, except when to do so would injure them or others.
10. I Continue to take personal inventory and when I am taken by furvor to ride, I promptly admit it.
11. I have sought through prayer and meditation to improve my relationship with God.
12. I am having a spiritual awakening as the result of these steps, I am trying to carry this message to all bikaholics, and to practice these principles in all my affairs.

Here, openly I am admitting I have a problem. I am an addict to cycling.

Can I get a witness? Or maybe a sponsor would be better and more appropriate?

By the way, see ya on the road.

March Madness

Yes - it is tournament time. It is fun to watch all of the games, check your bracket, see the cinderella's dance, jump up at the incredible shots, and scream after the gravity defying dunks. With all that said, my March has had a different theme to its madness - all about the riding. I have been putting in the time on the bike, prepping for this summer's STP. I rode five straight days this week, totaling 7 hours on the bike, worth 125 miles. That makes six straight weeks of over 100 miles and over 1K miles for the year - definitely hitting my goal of riding more this year than last. The weight is slowly coming off as well but I am skeptical about getting below 200. We'll see how it works out.

Today's ride was a solid 43 miles where I was able to push hard for almost 2 1/2 hours on the bike. At Solvang, my legs were a concern. The last two days as I have hit some hills and pushed, I can feel the legs are getting stronger and I am not running out of juice. I would have rode longer today but I didn't get out till noon. I believe that riding consecutive days helps to build my legs strength and endurance. The thought is to build a strong base and build to the STP to make it as easy as possible. I am thinking 12 hours total time this year. We'll see.

It was a busy Saturday. Craig, Colin, and I cleaned the church; we got there at 7 AM. Then I went to the Stake Center to watch Christine and Cassie play basketball by 9 AM. After, we had a YM's game with only one young man, Cassie, Christine, and I playing. By the time I got home and ready to ride, it was noon. I didn't want to stay out too long - I need that balance with home so I cut it short. We then attended a baptism in our ward. Then, the C and I went out to eat and hang out for a little while, coming home to watch the last bit of the UCLA/TA&M game. Time to take a breath.

See you on the road.

Solvang - Today was a good day...

As Ice Cube once spoke, " I gotta say, today was a good day, momma cooked a breakfast with no hog..."

The day started much like last year's ride with some fog and 50 degree weather. The difference is that I learned from last year what to wear early in the day so that I did not overheat late in the day - leg warmers, arm warmers, and toe covers. All items that can be easily removed and stowed as the day got warmer. I thought I lost Pops at mile two. All I heard was "my glasses are fogging up." Next time I looked back, nothing and nobody. I rode easy for a few miles and no Pops so I put the hammer down until about mile 27 when he called me. I waited for a couple minutes and he showed up. We rode together for a few miles and then again, we parted ways. This time, I didn't hear from him or see him again till he finished.

I felt good riding and again, learning from last year, I tried real hard to stay out of the red zone. It payed off later in the day. It is real tempting early when your feeling good to kick culos on the hills when everyone else is crying. I didn't give in. I stayed inside myself and just rode. The section along the coast really was difficult. the wind was whipping up something fierce but I got lucky and jumped on the back of a fast train. As I rolled up to the back of the 'burb, I noticed that I had finished the first 50 in a faster than expected time - a good omen. Mom hooked me up with some Gatorade, some food, and a lot of encouragement. My sister called while I was there as well, giving us the scoop on Pops. He was ten miles back with the wind to deal with - not going to be fun for him. I dumped all the extra clothing and continued on. Next thing I know, I am crossing the 101 where I bonked last year and got dropped by JD. I felt better this year at this point but was starting to suffer. Maybe it was the pain of knowing the worst of the course was yet to come.

I made it nicely to the rest stop at mile 70. It took me a minute to notice that I had sat in some ants but luckily, I didn't any in my pants or sustain a bite. A guy asks me, " do you feel like you look, like after riding 70 miles?" I responded, "yeah, like 70 miles in March!" I was suffering a bit but not the usual emotion pain I experience on long rides. The suffering was all in the legs - cardio was good but legs need some work. After riding the next 12 miles, knowing the big climbs were coming, I pulled over at a nice fence with some shade and took a break for about 5 minutes to recoup and regroup. This paid dividends as I got up the first hill nicely, rolled down the backside at 30+ MPH, up the next climb, rolled down the backside at almost 50 MPH (the GPS said it was 48.2), up the last climb, and into the finish line. I hit the line at just a hair over 6 hours on the bike - 21 minutes better than last year. The overall time was almost an hour better. I worked my plan and it paid dividends - ride to 50, refuel and then bring it home. Although I didn't ride the second 50 straight through, I did what worked.

Keys to success: nothing can replace time on the bike. The work I did leading up to the ride was invaluable. Learning for last year, knowing the course, great support, eating right - no gels this year, only bananas and bagels, and a supportive family and loving wife. I appreciate all C does for me, even rolling out the red carpet for me.

Final note: I missed riding with JD. It is always good to look up, back, or to the side and see a familiar face. I spilled some Gatorade on the asphalt for you at mile 70 and thought of last year, when I rode by the rest stop at 90 where I finally caught up with you. STP - here we come.

Shine, Rain, Shine, Rain, Shine, Rain, Shine

All I needed was a half century on Saturday to get in my third week of 100+ miles. The weather had been nice all week long. I got out on Monday night - did Coral Creek twice, getting back in after dark. Wednesday was the garage and basketball. Thursday, I did a mini-crit around the neighborhood - 30 minutes of riding a 6/10ths of a mile circuit. I did 12 laps, 4 of them with Craig, Cassie, or Colin riding along. On Friday, I had plans on riding 25. I left work early to be sure to get some sun but the sun turned to rain so I sat in the garage for an hour. My reasoning was if I am going to suffer in the rain, once a week is enough.

My parents stopped in Friday night on their way to Solvang. My dad and I got my bike in the travel case, talked about riding, and did nothing. Saturday morning, they got up and took off, headed towards better weather. They called me yesterday afternoon, saying it was 56 degrees and sunny in NoCal. I can hear the Gin Blossoms singing in the background, "Hey jealousy, jealousy..." I'll be there Friday.

Saturday morning started out rainy but at 9 AM when I got on the bike it was marvelous. The sun was out, it was a warm 45 degreees but in the sun it was much warmer. I headed South and into the rain. By mile 4 I knew it was going to be a painful outing. There was going to be wind in my face all the way till I turned around. Nothing like a cold rain and a cold wind to motivate. At that point that I was contemplating turning back early and sitting in the garage for the balance of the miles, the sun came out and warmed me up so I kept going. I can deal with the wind, the rain is different. The sun only last twenty minutes or so - long enough to begin sweating again and change my mind to stay on the road. I didn't see the sun again for an hour. When it peaked back out, it was on the way back and I am sustaining 21+ MPH and rolling strong back towards Newberg. Getting back to Newberg, I decided to do a lap around the town and then ended up doing a few laps around the neighborhood to get to the half century, back in the rain again. When I stopped, my bike looked like I had been out on the cyclecross track with all the mud and road debris. Cool! While I am cleaning the bike up, here comes the sun again as if to say, good job.

All told for the week, 101 miles of varying fun on the bike. I am ready for Solvang - definitely better prepared than last year. In looking at last year, I rode only 46 miles the week before. This was the most miles ridden in a week leading up to Solvang.

Today I had to recuperate with a three hour nap. With family, work, church, and riding, I was tired. I'll be better this week as I do a couple rides to keep the legs fresh. I am looking forward to the ride - just will be missing JD, especially in the last 20 with all of the hills. I let y'all know how it goes next Sunday night as I blog from SoCal.

Why I ride...

About three and half years ago, I started to ride and haven't stopped since. I have been asked many times why I do it. Typically, I respond something along the lines of "because it feels so good when I stop." This is partially true. I thought I would write a bit more tonight and explain myself a little better.

I weighed about 243 pounds and was very inactive. I was an angry person with no outlet. All my life had been around sports or outdoor activities. At the time, I had none, no participation in sports or active outdoor activities. There had been several of the "Biggest Loser" contests at work that I did not join. A good friend at work, Cole Trickle, got under my skin and challenged me to join. Hey, I am always up for a good challenge. I was determined not to lose. I started eating differently and running. After a month of running, my knees, ankles, and shins were not going to make it under the pounding. All the years on the football field, basketball court, and Army games had taken the toll on the body. Running was not an option for me. I had a mountain bike and took inspiration from my Pops. I started to ride. I remember that first, dark morning well, 5 AM and I am doing laps around our neighborhood. I felt proud that I rode 3 miles and my legs were sore but not hurting. It felt good. I soon raised my mileage, getting to 20 and 30 mile rides on the weekends after about six weeks. The pounds started falling off. I felt better about myself. I felt healthier and had more energy. Best of all, the anger seemed to diminish after the rides. I told myself if I ride this mountain bike for six months, I'd buy a real road bike. I kept at it and bought a Trek 1500 with my Pops while they were in SA. Thanks Dad for the inspiration. Partly, I ride to show my Dad appreciation for the help.

I began to talk about riding with everyone I met. I told my Home Teaching companion and it opened up further conversations. He got a bike. We decided to ride together and he did some searching for a route. I was not adventurous and stuck to the 1604. I still remember that grey Saturday morning going up Scenic Loop Drive with JD - riding, talking, sharing. It was the start of wonderful friendship that continues today. We went on to ride all over them hills. We even set a goal to ride our first century together in Texas in August at the Hotter 'N Hell 100. We should have known it would be torture by the name. We decided to skip a hotel and slept outside in the 90+ degree heat and rode a spectacular first century. We have since rode more together. Thanks JD for the friendship. I ride and remember all the good times together, waiting for more down the road to come.

Cole even got interested and rode the HH100 the next year with us - a grueling century in 105+ degree heat that we all wanted to quit. I lost to him in the wieght loss contest but he got me on the bike since I could not run. Thanks Cole for the competition. I ride and remember another good friend.

Finally, I do ride because it feels so good when I stop. One and a half years ago at my first One Day STP ride in which I put down 204 miles in 11 hours on the bike, I put my foot down in Portland having accomplished the goal I set for myself to do it. It boosted my confidence and self-esteem. I could accomplish difficult things if I applied myself, set intermediate goals, and stuck to it, even if it really sucked from time-to-time. On the long rides, when there seems to be no end, the mind turns to family and loved ones. In those times, I thought of my family, my wife, my children, and was able to look deep inside me and come face-to-face with who I was - I didn't like it but I was able to slowly make some changes. I am no where near perfect but I am trying to be more loving and kind daily. I ride to look deep inside me in order to change to be who I should be - pain and suffering does that to an individual. So when I say I ride because it feels so good when I stop, I really mean to say it has made me a better person - a better friend with some great friends, a better son, a better father, and a better husband.

It really isn't about the bike...

Early morning ride

I have been asked several times why I get up and ride so early in the day.

If you could have seen it this morning, you'd know why.

As I got over and through the fog over the Willamette river bridge and turned towards Champoeg, there it was. The sun coming over the horizon, the mist sitting among the trees in the valley, the colors of the trees, grass, and vegetation, the clear blue sky above - amazing. How can you not recognize a higher being when out among scenery and beauty like this. It was inspiring.

All-in-all it was a good day - a little over 70 miles in 4+ hours and the weather was great. Another 100+ mile week for me. Definitely I am putting in more miles this year than last and the scale saw a little movement in the right direction this week. Good trends.

That's some bad hat Harry

I was rolling home and decided to give OB12OLD a call. It was good to talk to him. He reminded me that the Tour of California was going on. Tonight was the time trial in Solvang. Sweet! When I got home, I made sure it was going to record so I could catch it later. After picking up the C's car from the shop, getting some food, we headed home, just in time for me to get changed, sit down on the bike, and watch some TofC. Levi had just left the start line for the time trial. I rode it with him. The last half of the time trial is part of the Solvang ride. I remember the names written on the road last year and thinking I was riding on the same route that the pros rolled over. Nice! Only two more stages of the TofC to go - tomorrow they will ride through my old grounds near Simi Valley. Oh the colors of the Peleton!

The week has been flying by again. I did get in some time on the bike this week plus some basketball. I got out on Monday night for the hour of pain, taking on Coral Creek. Wednesday and Friday was spent in the garage, spinning. Tomorrow is going to be a fun one. I'll let y'all know how I rolled.

Go Levi! Get 'er done...

From here the ultimate adventure begins

After a week in NoCal, it was nice to be back at home. Being on a Kaizen event with 5 other PM's can be challenging. We got a lot accomplished plus it was good to get to know better some of my peers from other locations but it was better to be home.

This week was also my first of over 100 miles for the year. I topped it off with three hours of riding today with an hour of basketball sandwiched in between. I got up and rode over to the Stake Center in McMinnville. Thanks to Christine for bringing and taking back my basketball clothes. Riding home was tough but worth it. I have two weeks till Solvang. I am excited to be able to ride in SoCal.

Time to go hang with the C.

He's just here for his annual checkup

Flying into San Jose today was beautiful - the Golden Gate Bridge, Alcatraz, Candlestick Park, and Mt. Hamilton. As I sat there and stared at that observatory, I was amazed at the magnitude of the climb from the air. Amazing! and inspiring. I wish I had brought my bike to climb it. I am going to have to meet JD here and climb it with him.

I could feel my bike beneath me and the climb endured on. The pain and the omnipresent Lick Observatory - mocking me in my ascent on the summit. Thanks to JD for the memories and the pain.

That still only counts as one

The weather let up long enough on Saturday to get in 22 miles of riding fun. It had been two weeks since the wheels had hit the pavement. I was a little winded as I got on the bike. We had a basketball game in the morning, I got home, and hit the road after a bagel. I needed the ride. It was difficult since the legs were worn. I had rode twice in the garage this week and played basketball three times when my butt hit the saddle Saturday morning. After returning home, I felt at peace and real tired.

This weekend I signed up for the Solvang Century in Solvang, CA. I am excited to go back and be able to ride this one again. It is a nice way to start the season off. Not much more to write, I will be riding indoors this week as well since I will be in Hollister all week. I'll need some serious time on the bike next Saturday as the weeks get shorter till the ride. I've ridden more this year than last but I feel less prepared. We'll see shortly...

On a positive note, the days are getting longer and I will be able to get back on the road during the week shortly.

Christine and I had a great time this weekend, hanging out in downtown Portland at a Home Builder's Association awards ceremony. Milgard received a marketing award and we were there to show ourselves. It was good food, good company, and just plain good to be hanging out with the C.

I need you to sleep with Wilson...

After a few days off, I am back in the saddle. Time to get serious about '08 riding. It is early February and although I've ridden more this year already than last year at this time, I am lacking and determined to get back into the calloused saddle mode.

Driving home tonight, it stayed light enough to ride till almost 6. Bam! Viva el tiempo de la bicicleta! Jalle!

JD - how was the mother land? I'll drop you a line this weekend to get the down low on the Solvang.

Until we meet on the road...

Just you and me and the rain

It had been a few weeks since I had got on the bike outside. I was in Scottsdale the last part of the week. A kind apology to my hommies in the hood - it was from the early morn'in to the late eve every day, making Jack a very dull boy. Seeing all that sun inspired me. It had been clear here in Portland all week as well. Waking up this morning, I thought the clear sky would carry over - not happening. Determined as I was, I got ready and headed out on the weather bike (my Trek). I figured to not ride to far from home and I needed the pain of the hills - Coral Creek it was x 3. Yes, that is correct, three times.

It was cold. Riding up it was almost surreal. The rain drops, the wet road, no cars, the trees, U2 in my ears, and the bike under me. As I started up the hill, Bono sings out "it's just you and me and the rain..." I could only smile and sing along. I thought by the time I reached the top, it would be snowing. In fact, at one point when I stood up to push, the rear tire spun on the pavement. I didn't do that again. The first time up was methodical, not much passion. The way down was tricky and slick. I almost abandoned but thought "I need this." The second time up was much better - more pain and a lot of passion. Only one car passed me. The third was the focused effort - 9 1/2 minutes - almost a summer time ride effort. On the last descent, I knew it was time to go. I was freezing. All of the sweat and drenched me under my Gortex and I was starting to get cold. As I rolled up to the garage, Christine met me outside. I has ice all over my bike - on my cables, the tubes, the shifters. In fact, I was growing icicles off my helmet where the water was dripping and there was a thin layer on top of my helmet. My Gortex was wet on the outside and the inside. I worked hard and felt good, just cold. I needed this ride.

I needed the ride because I am struggling to make a decision. I need some clarity that usually comes on tough rides. It did not come. I have an opportunity to go back to Simi and do not know which way to go. So many good things come to mind about Simi, especially the cycling. I am looking for some inspiration. It really comes down to where the company feels I am most needed. I'd go where they need me to go and be properly compensated. It has been a tough year in Portland where I have learned a tremendous amount and I know that I will continue to do so where ever I am. I just want to step on the field every day, play the game the best I know how, and leave it there at the end of the day. Toujours Pret!

Almost one month gone and I am ahead of 2007 in time on the bike. I am steady with the pounds.

14 Yard Catch and Run

Miles, more miles, and not getting anywhere. I continue to spend time on the trainer in the garage. Only 4 hours this week on the trainer but I offset the missing time with 3 hours worth of basketball. The pain on the trainer will all pay off when I get back out on the hills. I am eagerly awaiting the time that I can do that. Saturday was a good day - got up and rode the trainer for an hour, drove to basketball and played for an hour and a half with little breaks. We only had six players so I stayed on most of the game. I put in 20 our of our 55 points but we still ended up losing. It is tough to play with only 6 when the other team has 9 or 10 and runs you all game. We held tough till the last few minutes. After getting back home, Christine and I sat on the trainers for another 35 minutes. I was a bit sore later in the day. But it was a good sore. I knew I had worked.

I will be doing some traveling a bit the next month or so. I thankful it is to warmer climates - Phoenix, Hollister, and San Diego. I am thinking about taking my bike for the longer travel in order to get some miles in, especially to the warmer climates. I'll have to see. I'd love to climb Col du Hamilton again!!

Finally, a very Happy Birthday wish to my friend, Briggs Dunford - welcome to double digits!

Washing Machine Dance

Just a little time on the bike but a bit more basketball this last week. We had our first Stake basketball game. Although we had been playing each week, it was on a smaller court. We did not fair as well as liked but we scored 68 points to their 82. The other team just would not miss from 3 point land. For as much as we ran at them, we could not track them down. There was three good shooters and only two of us quick enough to keep up with them. We had fun and I filled up the stat line - 17 points, 9 assists, 7 rebounds, 3 steals. It helped to shed some sun on our grey day. I was done and did not ride.

I caught a show last night on Discovery Channel about two riders who got to ride stage 16 of last year's TdF. Not only did they ride the toughest stage of the course (a day ahead), the got to ride with Hincapie, Leipheimer, and Danielson on a couple trainng rides, get the new Madone, free travel, and a complete kit of Team Discovery gear along with special team passes that allowed them to be at the finish line to sip champagne with Discovery. What a dream come true! One dude did quite well and the other quit after the second major climb. I was speechless. How could he quit. Dream come true and you quit - no way. I'd been crawling if needed to make the climb. I don't think I would have but if it came to that, I am making it like a baby.

Watching the show, I got motivated and hit the bike tonight. The pain train was leaving the station and the sweat was pooling under the bike in the garage.

Can I just say Girona, Spain - next vacation while in Germany?

Until we meet on the road...

It's a New Year

Let me start by saying to all my blog readers - Happy New Year! May 2008 bring you joy, happiness, and success (see below for poem). Thanks for the time you take to read my rantings and ride reviews. Thanks for the comments and all of the love.

2008 started with a bang. We rolled up to T-town for New Year's eve and spent the evening with my parents and my brothers and their families. Too much food, great company, warm conversation, and smooth music. We didn't spend the night-too much going on in thriving Newberg on the 1st.

After getting up and taking down the tree lights, I met up with the group in the picture of a New Year's Day ride. It was a balmy 44 degrees with no rain and dry roads. We headed South to the flat lands. After 12 miles, we stopped and let the rest of the group catch up. I was riding with the two triathletes that I rode STP with - Mr. Bleed and Lifesaver. The other part of the group was heading back and we wanted some more miles so we went deeper, ending the day with 37 miles in about two hours. It was good to be out pushing the pace and seeing how the legs felt. The legs got worked out and the cardio was good. Solvang is only eight weeks away and I have some work to do. The rest of the riding for the week was done indoors with the same scenery.

Two goals this year: weight down and more miles. So far, weight is the same and miles is better than '07. More work to do but it will get done. Let's ride...

Success:

To laugh often and much;
To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children;
To earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends;
To appreciate beauty, to find the best in others;
To leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition;
To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived.
This is to have succeeded.

(Editor's Note: Yes, I know - my team went home yesterday. It is good to be home.)

Christmas Eve Ride

I was laying in bed unable to sleep. The clock read 6:51 AM. Out the window, I can see a bright star. No way that the sky is clear. The forecasts all showed rain, much like Sunday, rain, rain, and more rain. I got up and took a look out the bathroom window. Indeed it was clear and not a cloud to be seen. I layed back down and tried to put the thought of riding out of my mind. At 7:14 AM, I had enough. I get up and go downstairs. On my way downstairs, Cassie joins me. I figure I will get my Trek ready to ride. I change my back tire that is showing treads from all of the riding on the trainer. I put a light on the seat post. I pump up the tires and lube the chain. After going back into the house, I look outside and clouds are creeping in. Surely the rain will come. I better just take a look at the weather. To my surprise, the weatherman says sporatic showers. Time to eat some breakfast, spend some time with the C and the kids, and head out around 10:30 AM. It had warmed up to a balmy 40 degrees.

I had not ridden the Trek in quite some time. I figure the roads where wet and I'd rather use it as a weather bike to take the winter abuse. The detent is the forks drove me nuts. When it is wet, I'd rather turn instead of lean. With the detent, the turns are leans. The handle bars seem to narrow and the crank arms I realized today are shortly so I spin more. All interesting differences that make me faster and more comfortable on the Specialized. Even with all of this, the ride was great! I hit 30 miles with 1700 feet of climbing in 2 hours. The sun was out and warm on my face. Too bad it didn't warm anything else up. There were many out running and walking but no other riders. I needed today's ride.

Although I complained yesterday about the rain, Oregon is proving a good place. I was sitting at the table eating with Colin. He seemed so happy, much like Cassie and Craig have been today. I believe part is due to the stability and knowing that we are not packing up in the next few weeks. Cassie even commented that this is the first year in several that we are not moving. She tries so hard to find continuity in her life by holding on to our family traditions, even more so this time of year. She continually reminds us what we have done in years past. Today's example, we always clean out the garage on Christmas eve. She is going to be our family historian. I am thankful for her and I am so proud of her. She finished the Book of Mormon yesterday for the first time. She is my early morning compadre. We get our chance to talk about different things, all early in the morning whether it be going to jazz band in the car or at the breakfast table before every one else gets up. I am rambling now. Let me finish by saying, it was a good day...and by wishing all of our family, friends (both new and old), and fellow bloggers a Merry Christmas - may all your dreams come true.

(Editor's note: Tito, get me a tissue. Jermaine, stop teasing!)

A week in the garage

It really hit me yesterday morning as I looked out the window and watched the rain drops hit the puddles, I would be spending more time indoors on the trainer. During the week, I don't mind sitting in the garage and putting the time in. But on Saturday, I look forward to getting up early, suffering, and communing with nature while on the bike. To comment with a lack of sophistication concerning the weather, it sucks!

I do know that in a few months, all will be better but like the old Heinz Ketchup commercial commented, "anticipation, it's making me wait." The summer was wonderful and the longer days great for riding after work but it doesn't make it any easier.

This last week was three rides in the garage. No miles, just time on the bike.

We'll see if I am able to get out for my usual Christmas day ride - in 2004, I rode 50+ miles for the first time as I rode out towards Bandera; 2005, a short roll around the Texas hillside; and in 2006, 55 miles over the Southern California countryside. I'd hate to write this week about my ride through the garage. Who knows, maybe I'll suck it up and take it to the rain ... or just pray for a few hours of clearing to get the ride in!

Final Note: BYU willed itself to victory last night over a chippy UCLA team that just lost its head coach. This was the first win over UCLA for BYU since 1983, the Steve Young era. Way to go Mountain West Champions on a 11-2 season.

My time at work

For all of you who wonder what I do all day at work. Here are a couple of pictures:

Research and development.

Just a little rain

I got up at sunrise and took a look out the window - no rain but the streets were wet. The downstairs thermometer says 42. Good, warmer than last Saturday and no rain. I get changed and head out. The rainless condition didn't last long. I had been out about 40 minutes and a few sprinkles started to fall. As I moved closer to the hills, the intensity of the rain increased. At the hour fifteen mark, it is coming down. My Gortex jacket was working great but my legs and rear were soaked through. My feet were swimming in my shoes. I remember clearly thinking this is crazy: the rain, the cars, the slick roads, the cold - this sucks but is so great! I started home and closed it down, soaking wet and cold. A little longer and I would have been an ice cube.

Until next week.....keep on keep'in on...

2 movies, a bike ride, and a funeral

Saturday was a busy day for the pain train.

Lieing in bed on a Saturday morning is unusual for me. I thought I'd lie there until it got warm until I noticed the sun shining through the blinds. It was time to get up and get going. Although it was only 39 degrees, the sun was up and it was clear; it was time to ride. I found out that the gortex jacket was great for keeping in the warmth and I need better tights. After two hours of riding, my legs felt like ice cubes and I couldn't push any more. I was interesting as I was riding, the sun side was warm but the shadow side was cold. It was just good to be out on the rode, riding. It was the first time outside in two weeks. If it wasn't for the ice cube legs, I'd would have rode longer. I rode for about two hours, roughly 32+ miles - a good bike ride.

After I got back and cleaned up, C and I headed to a funeral of a fellow riders dad. It was a nice funeral. I especially enjoyed the memories from my friend and his siblings. One common thread in all of the memories and talks was the importance of the gospel in their lives and how their dad helped infuse that in them. Going to a funeral made me think how I wanted to be remembered and questioning what my own childern will say. Better start working a bit harder...

We got home and Cassie, Craig, and I got in the car to see a movie in celebration of Craig's birthday. We saw "The Golden Compass". Interesting show. The kids liked it.

I got home, convinced C that we needed to go out, and drove downtown to see a movie. We thought it was at the Pioneer Place Regal Theaters. We got there with about 20 minutes to movie time, only to find out that it was the wrong Regal Theaters downtown. The C thought quickly and we headed to the Apple Store for the internet. After a quick search, we found the theaters and started the five block walk. We sat down as the previews were ending. Mission accomplished.

2 movies, a bike ride, and a funeral - all in one day.

Riding notes: I did two Carmichael workouts this week - the fat burner and the cadence workout - plus a just spin day in between to rest. The workouts were incredible and just what I needed. Each time I finished with a shirt drenched in sweat. Check out the trainright website for other incredible workouts. I will be doing more of the same this week, combining in the garage for three workouts and getting out on the road on Saturday for a few hours. Two goals - get the weight down and ride more.

At the party

It was my work party this weekend. The C and I had a great time eating, mixing it up, and doing a little dancing. The C looked marvelous! I thought the Christmas party was on but the C surprised me with an "After Party" party that was off the hizzle, for shizzle, my nizzle.

Peace - I'm outta here....

Winter Maintenance

A year ago today, I posted my goals for the 2007 riding season. These were:

• Sub 5 hour century


• Eight century rides this year (don't all have to be organized rides)


• STP in less than 11 hours


• Get to 195 pounds


• Ride the "Hotter 'N Hell Hundred" with Hogg and Trickle - all of us under 5 hours

I just wanted to provide an update on my goals and tie a bow around this last year's worth of riding. I did not get to a sub 5 hour century - my best was the first century of STP at 5:19. I did get in eight century rides this year: Solvany, Reach the Beach, 2 @ STP, Vine Ride, Tour de Tucson, and two centuries I did here in Newberg with my dad and Christine. I missed the STP 11 hour mark this year but am going after it again this coming year. 195 pounds escaped me. Sadly, we did not make it out to HHH this year.

All in all, it was a good year on the bike. The best part was Christine's interest to spend time with me on the bike. I'll ride solo because I love to ride but being able to spend the hours with my bestest buddy, absolutely marvelous. Riding into Portland after 200 miles on the road with Christine next to me was a day to remember. Pain is easier to suffer with someone else.

Another highlight was being able to spend time with my dad on the bike. We rode quite a few miles together this year to include several centuries. It has been nice living so close to my family. I have seen my parents more this year than I have in the previous ten years combined. This is not only important to me but to my children as well.

Jens and I got in some great riding as well. We started it all in Solvany with a road trip and ended it with a lap around Tucson - nice bookends to the riding season. The best of it was the five days worth of seeing the desert scenery around the Phoenix area for two bills worth of miles. Thanks JD for all the pain and fun.

Now for 2008 - just two goals: Get below 200 lbs and ride more than in 2007 (in aggregate). I spent some time with my doctor on Friday. He told me I have to change my diet to incorportate more fiber and bran with more water while eating less sweets and caffienated beverages. Losing weight can only make me faster on the hills and devasting on the flats. Well, okay, by devasting I mean to my old self if I was riding with him. I have already started to prep for the riding season. It all starts in the torture chamber and Mr. Carmichael. This Saturday due to schedule and weather conditions, I was in the garage doing Chris' work out from Bicycling Magazine. It was painful but worth it. The plan is three days a week of Chris with some hours of riding on Saturday with weather willing. It is going to be three months of work but it will be worth it in the end.

One thing I realized is that this year, I need to do more lengthy rides on Saturday. I need the 60 to 80 mile rides on the weekend so that I am better suited in the second half of centuries. The metric century right now is my power alley. I need to expand my power alley to encompass the 100 mile mark.

Well, enough said.

The Tour de Tucson

My top five from the Tour de Tucson:

5. The weather - it was fabulous: clear sky and in the 80's.

4. The bike - Southwest did a good job of charging me $50 and taking care of my bike on the plane. I saw them wheeling it down to the tarmac on a cart, all by itself. So I felt real comfortable on my bike for the ride. Nothing like my red Specialized.

3. The goal - by completing the TdeT, I met my goal of 8 centuries this year. The year started in Solvang with JD and the year ended in Tucson with JD - nice book ends to a season of cycling over 4K worth of miles with a few more to come before the end of the year.

2. The pain - after 97 miles I was done and started to suffer tremendously. After riding so many miles in beautiful weather and doing some bike carrying across two dry river beds, it was time to hang on and finish. That's when I need my #1 on this top ten list.

1. The Hogg - sitting behind, pulling, or beside JD, made the whole trip worth it. Nothing like just hanging and being comfortable with doing nothing.

JD - thanks to you and your family for the hospitality, the friendship, the fun, and everything to make our journey a good one for me and my family. So, what rides we doing in '08...

No riding but plenty of work

I spent the week in Simi Valley this week at an Operations Council Meeting. It was real nice to see all of my co-workers and friends in Simi. It was like coming home. It also is good to spend time with your mentor, trying to take the pea from his hand. Funny thing about returning to Simi, many of the plant workers asked where I'd been. They weren't even aware that I'd moved to Portland. I guess since I have been to the Simi plant several times this year any way that it would be hard to fathom that I was not still working there.

The downside of being there all week was no riding. I wanted to bring my bike and hit some of the old routes but their wasn't time to do it. The weather was nice as far as I could tell. I was indoors most of the days. On Saturday, Craig and I hiked 10 miles around, over, down, and through Washington Park. My legs were spent at the end and there wasn't any light left to hit the road so the two "C" and I hung out for a little while, just relaxing.

I am so excited about this week. I am going on vacation and will be gone from work for about 10 days. It has been a long time since I have stepped away from work and taken time off. I am ready to just hang and ride with my hommies and my family. Just a note, this could be the ride to do in 5. I'll let you know when I am done. The pain train is leaving the station. It's time to ride.

The Tour de Tucson

The number 8 century is just around the corner - 109 miles around scenic Tucson, AZ. JD - we will "get busy riding." Yes, sir...

It was 57 degrees out when I got home and it was clear so I headed out to get some time on the bike on the road. Coral Creek twice and a few intervals around the block did me good. Saturday was a quick 30 after being at Scout training in the morning and then Stake Conference all afternoon. I hope, but will be disappointed, that the weather will hold for a nice multi-hour ride. If not, it will be a multi-hour ride in the "suck." There is something about suffering in terrible weather that gives me confidence and helps me deal with stress. The thought is if I can deal with this and get through it, what is anything else.

I do like to ride my bike. I will need these rides as my beautiful daughter turned 13 yesterday. My hair is already gray...

October Off

After a lot of riding this summer, I decided to take October a bit slow and not ride as much. The body was asking for a reprieve and I decided to play some b-ball instead. C has been playing as well, dropping it like its hot - just like Trickle did at the middle school gym in SA. I'll be back on the bike soon.

On the horizon, a possible trip to AZ for a ride around Tucson with the Hogg. I am eagerly awaiting the results of his ride this weekend. What really got the conversation started was JD's blog stating "just need Beecher to sit behind on this one..." Hey, I am game. Christine got all excited when I mentioned that I'd love to be there to pull. Not only to ride with my friend but to seek some clear weather and feel the sun's rays on my skin. Just thinking of it reminds me of Red's words in Shawshank Redemption at the end when he goes to cross the border..."I find I'm so excited, I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it's the excitement only a free man can feel, a free man at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain. I hope I can make it across the border. I hope to see my friend, and shake his hand. I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams. I hope."

I hope JD's ride goes well and we work out the plan.

Loving kick in the pants

We were at Joe's, a sporting goods store, yesterday to get both a chin strap and a tackling/blocking dummy for Craig. There was no tackling dummies there but we did get a chin strap. While we are walking out, Colin starts asking, "what am I going to get?" I offer the usual, "how about a kick in the pants?" The answer was obviously, "No!" I then offer a loving kick in the pants and the response was the same. Colin is not satisfied and continues to complain. We get out to the car and the comments subside from Colin.

We head to Fred Meyer's to get some food. As we are walking out, I start to say, "I didn't get anything." Colin pipes up and offers me a "loving kick in the pants." I say "sure" wondering what I am in for. Right before he kicks me in the back of the knee, he still is too short to kick any higher, he says "I love you Dad!" We all just started to laugh. Thanks Colin.

Just another 47 degree ride

With the days getting shorter and the increased after school activities along with my calling at church with the YM, I have come to the conclusion that I will have to ride in the garage during the week and only get outside on the weekends. I have one more century in me this season and need to get it done before it really starts to rain. Otherwise, I will be sitting for several hours in the rain getting it done. Yesterday was a shorter ride, 27 miles worth of being cold. I learned the importance of having a breathable jacket. The one I wore held the moisture in and after I had lathered up, I got cold. I have a better cold weather jacket that I need to wear. I didn't try to push hard, just spin. For the next few months, I need to work on my cardio endurance while I am on the road. In the garage, I will hit the leg strength.

During my ride yesterday, I look over and see this trees farm that has a variety of trees. I was beautiful - orange, red, yellow, and green - all mixed in together. I really like Autumn.

I spent a lot of time yesterday on the bike contemplating work, faith, and my biking buddy, JD. Work was all about what I needed to get done this weekend. Faith was more about my family, my wife and our temple trip this last week, and gratitude for a loving Savior. Finally, my friend JD, he just went through surgery and post op pain. I send out my prayers to him and thoughts for a speedy recovery. I miss the companionship and friendship, being able to talk and get out a week's frustration in the first 20 minutes of a ride and then hammering for a couple hours together, not saying much, just riding.

Get well soon my friend...

Steelers wax Niners

It is not my line. I stole it from www.espn.com but it is the truth as the Steelers put it to them 37 - 16 at Heinz Field this afternoon. Willie Parker was a big part of it as he rushed for 133 yards. The Steelers scored with all three disciplines - offense, defense, and special teams. Thanks to the Niners for being #501.

I'd like to express a special thanks to the Steelers for winning - it would have been rough for the next year or so with Yoda in my ear.

Double Baldy Week

It wasn't a century week but the intensity was there. I got up early and hit the road as the sun was just peaking over the horizon. I figured that since Thursday was a day in the hills - it would be a flat 50 today. As I crossed the bridge, I hear the all to familiar hissing coming from my back tire. Luckily, I was close to a large spot on the bridge so I didn't have to stand a few feet from the traffic. I had a spare tube but not enough CO2 to completely fill my tire. I headed home to get another spare tube, new CO2 cartridge, and pump up my tire. While I was riding home hoping to not get another flat, I thought, "what the heck, let's go back up Baldy and see how the legs feel." It was one heck of a climb back up - my legs told me about it repeatively. I got to top, rode down the other side two miles, turned around, and headed back up to the top. Punishment, doing the body good.

All told for the week, 55 miles with 5200 feet of climbing.

Baldy Birthday

Just another normal day except for it being 9/20 - 38 years since I entered the world kicking and screaming. It started that day with a slap in the pants and today ended with a kick in the pants.

I got home at 5, changed, filled the bottles, and got on the bike. I thought about the ride up Bald Peak all day but not the normal way. We took Chehalem Road to Bald Peak. The difference between Chehalem Road and the normal road is the steepness. Chehalem goes to 17% in a few parts and leaves you thinking about walking the bike. Christine kept saying "I am going to kick you in the pants when we get done." It took a little while to get up Baldy, not the 41 minutes I did a few weeks ago but still challenging. We got to the top, stopped for a drink of our tasty beverages, and strolled on down. I hit 50 MPH on the way down. Nice!

It was a good climb that I needed. I had been off the bike for over a week and needed to be challenged. Work has gotten all too stressful these last few weeks and a good ride does the brother good. Thanks to Christine for the ride and the kick in the pants. It was a smooth birthday.

On another note, thanks to all for the phone calls, notes, thoughts, and birthday wishes, and birthday cards.

Livestrong Party!

Another great Virgo turns 36 today!

HBD Lance!

Listen Up Yoda...

The 2-0 Niners visit the five-time Super Bowl champion Pittsburgh Steelers on Sunday. I just wanted to thank the San Francisco franchise ahead of time for aiding the Steelers get to 501 franchise victories. We all know the strength of the Niners schedule is suspect having beaten the Judson Rockets and the Southlake Carroll Dragons. It is time to be humbled by some real NFL competition. By the way, the NFL does have an EAP if the players need counseling after the game.

Go Steelers!

Some New Names

The C started this thing but I thought I'd follow suit with the new name list...
1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME: Mopsy 4Runner
2.YOUR GANGSTA NAME: Vanilla Macadamia Nut
3. YOUR “FLY Guy/Girl” NAME: C-Bee
4. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: Black Polar Bear
5. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: Jason Kengawa-Ken
6. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: BeeCh
7. SUPERHERO NAME: The Blue Pepper
8. NASCAR NAME: Glenn Paul
9. STRIPPER NAME: Aqua Velvet Snickers
10.WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: Ann Paul
11. TV WEATHER ANCHOR NAME: Allen Atlanta
12. SPY NAME: Fall Snapdragon
13. CARTOON NAME: Orange Underpantsy
14. HIPPY NAME: Hot Cereal Oak
15. YOUR ROCKSTAR TOUR NAME: The Cycling Sunshine Tour

Other than the making up of funny names for myself, I did not get on the bike at all this week. It was a very interesting week for me. I spent two days in Tacoma at a conference but the highlight was being able to have dinner with my mom on her birthday. It was nice to sit and talk with my parents and be there with my mom. Being with my mom on her birthday hasn't happened in years. The rest of the week was basically spent working 12+ hours a day for budget prep. Fun, fun, fun. I am ready to get this over with but I have still a week till the actual preso. I have never had butterflies for two weeks. At least this week I am not traveling and can spend some time on my bike and with my family.

One highlight was going back to Tacoma and getting some furniture from my parents. We drove up Saturday and picked up a table and 9 chairs. This is helping to fill out some rooms in our house that we have yet to fill since giving away some furniture befor leaving Texas. All in due time...

On another note, Pittsburgh won its 500th win today, the most out of any AFC team. Congrats to the Steel City franchise. All of us life long Steeler supporters are looking for another trophy. We need to get a ring for the other hand.

Oden Out?*)#$!#@

Thanks Greg for the knee surgery. We all here in Portland remember 1984. We all thought you'd be different. Your not Sam Bowie - your Sam Bowie Redux, knee and all.

Anyone want to buy my season tickets? I don't need to see Greg doing what he is doing in this picture - sitting.

By the way, Saturday was 35 miles of into the wind. Not a full century this week but a good week at my average for the year. Nothing like heading for home into a 25+ wind, cranking at 12-15 MPH. Nice!

I needed this ride...

I am driving back from a quick lunch, where I read the new Bicycling and got inspired, and called the C - "we are riding tonight," I said. "I will be ready," was the reply. It has been a stressful week after the holiday. Budget prep, strategy sessions, distribution concerns, service concerns, new product launch concerns, Best of EFY, Scout Leader Training, Ward Conference preparation, etc. I needed some time on the bike - some serious pain time.

With only an hour of ride time available, it was the double Wilsonville loop with a Coral Creek in between. The pain train pulled away from the station and made the legs burn and the heart pound - 9'05" - only a second off my fastest time. It felt good to work so hard. I need to find the sub 9 minute time. I can see where to go faster... I just need to get there.

52 miles down this week - only a Saturday ride away from the weekly century...a couple more weeks and I will cross the 4K threshold for the year.

Just me and the road...

Century #7 started early Saturday morning on the hills around Newberg - Haugen Road (1100 feet over 3 miles), Gibb Cemetary (1000 feet over 3.5 miles, and Bald Peak (1300 feet over 6 miles). There is a peace, a comfort that comes over me sitting on the bike, suffering on a climb - just me and the road. It is difficult to explain but as many of you already know how this feels. Take a moment, close your eyes and picture it.

The balance of the ride was with my dad - down the Willamette river, across the Wheatland ferry, and back up familiar roads. It was warm, comfortable, and nice to be one step closer to the goal of 8 centuries.

Number 8 is just around the corner, but first, the romantic get away with the C.

Bueller....Bueller....Bueller.....

No takers for the 508? Anyone...a type of economics....Voo Doo Economics.

I'll take the hint - solo it is!

Pain Train

The pain train pulled out of the station this morning at 6:30 AM without any passengers. The normal passengers were not on board. One passenger, the C, was out doing the Hood-to-Coast run with over 33,000 of her closest friends. Check out www.hoodtocoast.com for more information. I am so impressed with her and her desire to conduct her own "pain train." I know I cannot run but appreciate those that do and the unique set of challenges that the activity has. I did not get a large download last night because of the amount of sleep Christine got during the trek. This morning I had the opportunity to hear all about the fun. In fact, it was very motivating for me. October 2008, Furnace Creek 508!! Who's with me? 508 miles with 35K worth of climbing over 25 to 28 hours. Step up or step off? C, where are you at? If we start training now, we will be ready for it - where's everyone going? C'mon, we can do it. Who's with me?

I cannot help but think about missing the triple H this year - 12K worth of riders, riding along at >20 MPH, and the small towns who think it is the tour. Gotta love it! They rode it this last weekend and the temperatures were in the mid 90's this year. We'd been all over it and easily cruised to a less than 5 hour century. Last year would have been the year but the heat zapped all energy. We have to get something on the calendar, put a stake in the ground, and move towards that end.

Another week of fun is ahead with a century planned for Labor Day along with some family from out of town. Come on down!

Don't believe the hype

Century #6 - The Vine Ride - started under cool conditions and cloudy skies, much like last week at the Tour de Stake. The difference for me was the approach to the ride. Last week was all about pain; this week was about the journey.

OB12OLD, the C and I started together with little fanfare at a little after 7 AM, riding on many roads that we'd been on before, either on a Saturday ride, an organized event, or driving. The biggest question about the ride was the 30 miles between mile 30 and mile 60. The website described these miles as the most challenging with an 800 foot climb over a couple miles. Coral Creek is 600+ feet at 1.75 miles so I figured it could not be tremendously challenging. At the 46 mile rest stop, one of the volunteers talked about this hill starting at 13% and getting worse from there. Now I am confused, what is this hill like? What is up with all of this hype? Not too worry, only a few miles more and I'd be on the climb and all questions would be answered. 2OLD and the C left a bit early from the rest stop while I waited for my mom to stop by with some food and Gatorade. After refueling, refilling, and talking a bit with Cassie and my mom, I got on my bike, motivated to catch up with my two riding companions. The next 8 miles I averaged over 23 MPH on flat roads, pushing myself. The catch was made at the bottom of the climb. This was no 13%; it was 8% for the first 1/2 mile and then it leveled off to 4% to 6% for the balance of the climb with a flat spot between the lower and upper sections. The final 40 miles was over familiar rolling hills. We talked and goofed off while counting down the miles. We finished a bit faster than the second century of the STP but definitely a bit more challenging. Century #6 in the books. Thanks to 2OLD and the C for the good times on the bike. For #7, I think we will be riding a portion of the same route but taking out all of the climbing and sticking near the river to keep it flat. Labor Day weekend if the target weekend to get it done.

On another note, our thoughts and prayers go out to our friends in San Antonio. Although Yoda doesn't post much these days let alone get on the bike, I hope that his family along with his mullet trimmed hair are doing well.

Up the creek

Last night was a short ride of about 12 miles, around Wilsonville Road and up the Coral Creek hill. I wanted to go short but intense. So after warming up, we hit the hill. Both the C and I pushed hard and set personal bests up to the top of the 1.75 mile hill. I did it in 9:04 and C in 10:14. Yes!! A few times I felt like my legs would go on strike and begin to picket me because of the pain. It felt good to be on the pain train. We rolled down the hill and pushed the pace hard the remaining five miles to the house. All told, 47 minutes with 32 of it pushing the threshold.

Only a few days left till century #6.

Tour de Stake

For the last six or seven years, a few members of our Stake have been putting on a "Tour de Stake." In this event, the group rides to all the buildings in the Stake - a total of five buildings over 65 miles. If you read "Tour de Stake" between the lines it reads, "A reason for a group of cycling obsessed men to get together and show who has the highest propensity to inflict pain on the rest of the group."

For a few weeks up to the event, all I heard about was beating Doug - a guy on a tricycle. I had not met Doug or seen his mode of transportation until Saturday morning. He rides a modified recumbant that sits extremely low to the ground and that he can ride extremely fast on the flats. Since I was scheduled to be at a canoe trip, I had not planned on being at that pain fest. When the chaperones fell through and we could not find replacements, I decided to just relax and ride. We got to the McMinville (Mac) chapel at 7:30 AM and Doug was already there, riding circles in the parking lot, warming up. At a little after 8 AM, we said a prayer and the parking lot emptied quickly with Doug leaving first. I came to find out that Doug does not like to lose and lets all know how well he does, especially when he wins. To borrow a phrase from JD, "it was on, like donkey kong."

The C and I were slow out of the parking lot, leaving almost last out of the 50+ riders. We had been riding quite a bit of miles the last few weeks, averaging almost 130 miles a week with a good share of riding in the hills, building leg strength. I felt good Saturday. I knew the route, the hills, and most of the riders. It was 8 miles before I saw the lead group. When I saw them, they waved to me to come along. I crossed the freeway and tried to catch up. Mistake #1, don't tell your partner the plan or discuss the route. Before I knew it, C was dropped and I was in no man's land between help. I put my head down, put it in a big gear and tried to catch up. It was in vain as the time gap continued to grow. Mistake #2, don't wait for your partner who could help out. After a few miles of losing ground, I backed off the pace and decided to make it through the flats and get to the rollers to make up time. I started to pick off riders at about mile 25. One by one they came back to me. On the last climb into Newberg, I caught the leading two, Doug and Ben. I rode into the parking lot at the Newberg chapel first - a little psychological game. I stopped, used the facilities, filled my water bottles, and took a short rest. Mistake #3, see number 2. When Doug, Mark, and Ben got on the bikes and headed out, I followed suit. The rest of the ride was much like the previous weeks ride. Before I knew it, it was just me. This time I slowed slightly and decided to ride into Mac with Ben. We talked and discussed cycling. We finished the slightly shortened course, 62 miles in a little over 3 hours 17 minutes, averaging about 19 MPH. Ben and I waited for a little over five minutes for the next rider to come in, it was Doug and he was obviously annoyed with his third place finish. Mark, was the next one in.

At this time, I realized I had better get on the bike and head out to find C. I pulled out the phone and called her. After letting me know how unhappy she was with my decisions, I told her I would meet her in Carlton, about 8 miles from Mac. After we hooked up, we rode in together and still finished faster than most of the riders. C had done extremely better than I had anticipated. We are ready for the Vine Ride, our next century.

The last few days have been great. It is going to be hard to go back to work tomorrow. I have enjoyed just being at home with the family doing all sorts of things: riding, working on the yard, finding a park route to take the kids on a ride, seeing Christine prepare for the Hood to Coast run, and seeing a few movies (Bourne was awesome).

Final Notes: Don't ever leave your wingman and it is good to be King!

Don't give me that look

I got a call last night at 9:30 PM from Mark - Mr. "It's time to bleed" - asking me to take a ride with him and a few guys. Riding with a group is always better than riding without one, especially when the SAG wagon is out of town. We hooked up at 6:30 AM and headed out. I am not a large guy but bigger than the normal cyclist (208 lbs). It is all the weight training I did for football and while bored in the Army during deployments and field problems. I have not been able to lose some of my bulk. I get this look every once in a while from people who have not ridden with me. You know the look - it is the one like "you, on a bike, yeah right." I got it today. All I can say is the pain train left the station with a purpose today. The purpose - rip their legs off. Phase one happened early in the ride on the first climb, a short one mile 5% hill. Mark goes and I stay on his wheel. After the first quarter mile, it is just us two. Mark is a triathlete and I had not ridden the hill before and could not see the top so I stayed on his wheel. At the top, no one in sight so we ripped down the back side. We put up a high pace and stopped a few miles up the road to wait for the others. A few minutes later they come around the corner and we chat a bit. I got on the front and set a blistering pace. Mark came to the front and held the pace. All held on put were in pain. The next 40 miles were uneventful. Phase 2: With about 5 miles left we hit some rollers and before I knew it, I was all alone. Just me and the trees, grasses, and asphalt. Mission accomplished.

After the ride, Mark and I went by his practice and I got the tour - a different type of pain goes on in that dental office.

Last Saturday something similar happened to Christine and I while riding. We were finishing up, about to come across the bridge over the Willamette and two cyclists came up and sat on my wheel. Christine is pulling and I following. They don't say anything and don't come around us. On the hill on the other side, they decide that they don't want to stay behind us any longer and come around. No "thank you", no "nice pull" or even a "thanks for the lift." After they get up the hill a little way, I stand up and track them down, passing one, and getting to the wheel of the other. I then sit on his wheel all the way up the hill. At the top, he looks back and sees me and not his buddy. "Hello!" I then sit up and wait for Christine. I need to teach bicycle etiquette but at the same time, it is nice to do what others don't think you can do.

What does all this teach me? Don't stereotype people due to looks. I get it and I know how I feel. I need to be better and be sure to not do that to others. I'll put it on my 2008 New Year's Resolution list.

All told, today's ride was 64 miles for a total of 132 miles for the week. A good week of hills and prep for the next century in two weeks.

On the 5

I have driven the I-5 from San Diego to Seattle but I had not ridden on it till today. Here I am sitting on a freeway that I have spent a lot of time on in a car. It was almost surreal. My mind floated memories in and out. Driving to work in Tacoma, heading to a Mariners game in Seattle, going to pick up Christine from work at Southcenter Mall, on vacation from _______ (name a town we've lived in), rolling to the Dunfords in Cali, heading home from Burbank, and then a semi buzzed me. I had to get back in the game. In fact, I believed for a long time that it was illegal to ride a bike on the interstate. When JD and I were driving back from HHH last August, I remember seeing several guys riding on the I-40 and thinking that they were crazy for riding on the interstate, especially in the middle of no where. So today, when Rick asked me to ride home with him he mentioned having to ride on the I-5.

"Isn't that illegal?"

"Nope, only in town."

He was right. There was no sign when getting on the interstate that said no bicycles or other unmotorized vehicles. There was a lot of traffic traveling fast. Lucky for us we were only on the interstate for about a mile. We had to get on the interstate to cross the Willamette rather than take a few mile detour.

I have been riding my bike to work the last few days. It has been nice getting up early and riding in. I challenged myself yesterday and rode up a two mile hill averaging over 8%. Nothing like getting up and taking a little climb. I am sitting on the bike, looking down at 14% thinking to myself, JD would like this pain while memories of the Col de Hamilton floated threw my mind. The intensity was the same just not as long. The next century is in two weeks and I will be ready. The riding so far this week has been right on point. I am aiming for over 120 this week. We'll see how the ride goes on Saturday.

(Christine is at Girls Camp all week - this is why the post - I've gotten tired of beating Craig at Madden)

Tour is done - Discovery wins!

What a tour it has been this year. With all the allegations of doping, the dopers themselves, the expulsion of the yellow jersey wearer, it still was a magnificent event. An article on www.bicycling.com asked if people still believed in the tour. I'd say, definitely yes! Perhaps the bigger question is why? Monday night I got on the bike and headed towards the hills. I did not feel exceptionally well but took up the five mile challenge. It was painful but I pushed harder than I had in the past. I kept the cadence high. What a sight from the top of the hill but also what a wonderful journey to get there. I still believe in the tour for that reason. I can partake of the pain and the joy that these riders feel. I don't know what it is to run a 4.2 40 yard dash or to block a 320 pound defensive lineman or to dunk over Ben Wallace. I do know what it feels like to suffer on long climbs (see the Col de Hamilton in San Jose, CA) or to feel the rush of riding along at 25+ MPH. I can do what these pros do with the same equipment, just not with the speed. I do love the Tour and have ever since seeing Greg pull back 50 seconds in 1989 in the final time trial.

Congralutions to Alberto Contador, Levi Leipheimer, and all of Team Discovery for the success that they all have had in this year's clockwise stroll around France. Contador was spectacular in the mountains and Levi was superb in the time trial. It is hard to believe that the three weeks have already past.

Back to Oregon, I rode over 100 miles this week - a stroll in the hills, some rolling hill work, and two flat episodes - C joined me for 85 miles of the journey. The legs are feeling good as I am starting to see some real decrease in my weight. With continued effort I will get down below 200 pounds in the next few weeks. Yoda better watch out! Under 200 means I might starting running again!

Work is rolling along. This week was catch up for being out so much the previous two weeks. Last night, we went to Old Fashion Days in Newberg. They put on quite a show with a lot of music and spectacular fireworks. I was impressed and glad that we fought the bugs and late night to watch the full moon filled night sky light up with the fireworks.

Finally, just a reminder - Please notify WADA, the UCI, and your team of your whereabouts, you'll never know when they'll come knocking to collect a sample.

Phoenix and back

After such a great ride last week, this week was followed with almost no time on the bike as I spent the work week in Phoenix at Kaizen training and events. The highlight of the week is being able to stop in at JD's new Boar's Head hangout. Nice crib! We spent the evening talking and watching guys in spandex ride over dogs and other high hills. The Tour is on... One word to describe the time ... comfortable. Thanks to JD, Kristin, and family for letting me hang out. It was great! I really enjoyed it.

I realized with my week in Phoenix how well I tolerate the heat. Getting up in the morning it was usually 90 degrees, hitting highs in the one teens. Even with a lot of time on the plant floor, it was that bad either. I am not complaining because I do like Newberg but the heat felt more like home to me.

A week of no riding was insane for me. My legs kept wanting to get out and I had to stay in. The hotel did not have an exercise bike and I was not ready to run. On Saturday, that all changed. We got up and saw Cassie throw down on some water polo. She is a fish and swims well. I get tired just watching her work so hard. She is the only 7th grader on the team of high schoolers. The coach calls her his next Olympian. Next was time on the bike - Christine and I headed out to ride a portion of the Vine Ride that we will be doing in a month. It was 42 miles of rolling hills of fun. Great stuff for legs to build strength on. There was little rain and only a few patches of wet concrete. We finished in 2 hours 40 minutes. As I rode down the street to our house, the ride felt incredibly short, especially taking into consideration last weeks 11 1/2 hours in the saddle. Time on the bike is all we need to be ready for the Vine Ride - the hills are the necessary pain.

Time to bleed...

Let me take you back a couple of days to lunch on Friday. The plant safety manager came off of vacation on Friday and we had a lot to cover so we went out to lunch. In looking at the menu, it hit me, "I am riding 200+ miles tomorrow!" I got the Southwest Chicken Pasta to aid in my carbo loading regime. The next four hours were tortuous, trying to focus on work and not about the ride. All I wanted to do was ride. At 10 to 4, I get a call from the front desk, "Your wife is on the way up to your office." Salvation had arrived.

We fought the traffic to get downtown, picked up some food at Chipotle, figured out where to park for the train station, checked-in for the Cascades 508 train, and boarded the train. Rumors were rampart from the other train riders about the time we would get to Tacoma. The information online was saying on-time while many of the riders were saying two hours late. I believed the online information and should have believed the riders. After four frustrating hours on the train, we finally disembarked in Tacoma and began moving towards the hotel in Seattle. I got to bed at midnight, tired, anxious, and hoping to not sleep through my alarm.

3:30 AM came earlier than expected. I got up, dressed for a day of riding, and got down to 2OLDS's room to make sure we got out in time to pick up my bike from the Vitamin Water bus. The Vitamin Water team is a group of 18 riders who had invited me to join them for the ride. Since C was riding the second half, I told them the first century would be great and thanked them for the invite to be a part of the group. We got to the bus in time, got ready, and headed to the start line. At 4:45 AM, we rode across the start line with about 150 other one day riders. The first 50 miles was uneventful (about three hours of riding) as I got to know the group. After waiting for the team to hand out Vitamin Water at the 50 mile rest stop, we hit the road again. Then it happened - after riding through the city with all of the stop lights and slow downs - we got in a pace line and began to work. After an hour of steady work at 20 MPH, Mark, the Ironman triathlete, rides up to me and says, "time to bleed." Quickly I knew what he meant. He rode to the front of the pace line and lifted the pace to 24 to 26 MPH. We bounced between 22 to 25 for the last 30 miles as the team worked together to keep up the pace. The last 50 we covered in 2:19 - very fast. Bleed I did put I didn't notice at the time nor know the impact (a little foreshadowing). I had just ridden my second fastest century. There was much celebration in Centralia, probably too much.

After 30 minutes of lunch and rest, it was back on the bike. I bid farewell to the Vitamin Water team and the C and I set out. The pain train was about to leave the station - with a new conductor. The first couple of miles of the second century indicated that I was in trouble. It was no longer easy spinning for me, my legs burned, my back ached, and the sun was in full force. The first 20 miles of the second century I was hemorraging and there was nothing to stop the bleeding except quitting and that was not going to happen. We stopped briefly for a bio break at mile 120 only to get back on the road. We continued on to Lexington, the 150 mile mark. The new conductor was merciless as she put the pedal down and made me work furiously. Christine had ridden away from me as the rollers got the best of my legs. She provided me the motivation to step up and catch here. After a few minutes of hard riding, I caught her right at the entrance to the rest stop. I was going to need help to get into Portland. We got some food, took a break, lied down, spoke to the team manager (my mom), picked up some more gels and life savers, and hit the road again. We stopped only one more time before getting to Portland. After 11 1/2 hours in the saddle, it was good to get off the bike for good - joyous to be in Portland and arrive with the C at my side.

The last 50 was made possible because of Christine. She pulled me, talked to me, and provided the support that was needed to get it done. The hard riding earlier in the day had done me in. I understand quite a bit better how it works in TdF to put riders into pain early and what that means late.

The C finished her first century with style. Congratulations! Way to go! She would have finished much faster if I had not been her anchor. She will have another chance to show her stuff in a month at the Vine Ride in Newberg. I am excited for the ride. It will be a good time with some serious pedaling. I mentioned in an earlier post the fear of her catching me and proving me the poser that I am. The time is here. Next year, she can join the group and pedal the full 200. Pictures will follow as we get them.

Century #4 and #5 complete - three more to go this year.

It's time

A good solid week on the bike - 140 miles in the books. We rode 5 days this week and completed the preparation for the STP. It looks like some 20+ folks from our stake will be at the starting block for the STP. At least there will be a few familiar faces along with 2OLD but they can't replace all the time on the bike spent with JD or the interaction of Trickle. I'll be missing them - a little gatorade on the asphalt for them.

The 4th was a great ride through some hills in Northwestern Washington. It was a clear, warm (by Washington standards), and fresh day to ride. The Olympic mountain range was an incredible sight as it's snow capped tops peaked through the tall, green pines as we rode by. Deer came out to see us on several occasions. A set of 8 point buck stood within 10 feet of us at one point. Wow!

Saturday, after a quick 32 miles, we headed to pick up our packets for the STP at the REI in Portland. Thanks to Christine who checked out packets before we left and noticed that my name had changed. We went back and we got the right packet for me. After an hour of driving, we got some food at the Tillamook Cheese factory and then found a nice patch of sand and hung out watching the waves flow in. Before we started playing, I put on the running shoes and ran about a mile with Christine. I remembered why I don't run - talk about bodily pain!

STP in 6 days...we are ready!

2 Weeks to 200

The next big ride is almost here. Two weeks to go for the STP 2007 version. Right now, it isn't about being able - it is about how fast. I have been averaging around 80+ miles a week for the last 20 weeks. I was going to get out last Saturday for a century but only got 21. I had planned on getting up at 4:30 AM to be riding by 5. Colin changed my plans so I ended up lying next to him and helping him get to the toilet. At 8, I headed over to Olympic Bodyworks to help them move to a new location. The move was part of a community service project that we did for work. I ended up helping there til 2:30 PM. I was tired. I got home, changed, and got on the bike. I started with the notion of putting in some serious time. My body had a different idea. "No mas" is all I got. The hills were difficult. The flats were difficult. The down hill was difficult. I turned it off at mile 15 and suffered the other 6 miles home. I was exhausted. Not eating all day didn't help either.

My nephew was here all this last week. It has been good to have him here. Alex has helped us be motivated and do some cooking as well as just be good to have around. We cooked up some Salmon on the grill. It was incredible. Christine spiced it up nice. The grilled cooked it up perfect. Today, we did up some "beer" can chicken on the grill. If you haven't tried it, it is an easy way to cook some chicken that tastes great. The chicken was the third component of the trifecta. We hit up some pork ribs on Friday night. It is good to have a grill again (my father's day gift).

Two weeks to go to STP. Time to ride...