I think that the answer to life is not 42, after all. Twelve, maybe. But let's not get off on a tangent for my fetish for numbers. Perhaps in a follow up post.
Balance. I think that's the key.
Now, if it was just two things to keep balanced.. I think I'd be okay. You just get a nice long pole and strap a thing to each side. Duct tape, paracord, superglue and paperclips, y'know- whatever works. Whadday do when you got three things? And four? Now that pole wont carry four things (two on each side), so you have to get another pole.
As life gets more complex, so does the system I seem to use to balance all of it. Here's the rub, I seem to only have so much energy. I can only do so much. I have to compromise. Something must give way to the other things. Choosing what to give up, in favor of something else, now there's an interesting problem.
Why is this on a cycling blog? Thanks for asking.
Triple Bypass 2008, the 20th annual painfest, is looming.. and becoming brighter and larger in my mind every day. This is the big one. This is my BHAG.
Everything I do for the next 149 days will be compared to my BHAG.
This is how I plan on obtaining balance.
Cycling/Strength Training/Nutrition/Rest/and those that actively support my BHAG will by my focus.
Everything else, consider yourself on notice.
MtM
Current Meatspace
Latitude = 21.3115, Longitude = -157.8592
Alititude 185ft
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Monday, February 04, 2008
Ride Report - Saturday the 2nd
First real ride on Celeste.
This ride was supposed to be a nice mellow, time in the saddle, ride. Apparently I have issues with mellow.
The five morons in the white pickup truck, get my special unique one finger salute. Took me awhile to remember that I didn't even have a bike pump to back that up. Entire contents of pockets: Cell phone, Health Insurance Card, Debit Card, Driver's License, Heart Rate Monitor, House Key.
I guess I could always joint lock one of them.. and threaten the rest with the screams of their friends.
I keep an eye on them until they turned off the main road. Ever cautious that they will take my invitation to put up or shut up seriously.
I don't think I'll ever understand the need of you humans to taunt people that are obviously in a weaker position than you. 3000 lbs. vehicle with 5 teen agers vs. one 37 year old cyclist in spandex (and out of breath).
C'mon back if you want to find out how un-terrified I am of your punk-ass.
Rounding the corner at the end of North Road eased up the headwind a bit.
I let up on the pace a bit and try to get into a groove. I find the groove, but it's about 15 beats per minute higher than I should be at. Oh well. I'm on the bike, I'm outside. I'm smiling. A little hard work, sweat, and sunshine should do me good.
Turning on to Iroqouis Road and the wind is now at my back. I'm spinning out. Mean tailwind.
Back into civilization, a cyclist comes up beside me but turns right. I head out to the main road and take a right. A block up I see that cyclist again. He took a short cut? But I'm nearly on him, so it wasn't quite so short.
I try not to chase him. The dog in me wants to run.
I follow a few hundred feed behind. I could catch him. I hold back. I'm supposed to be riding mellow. When we get to the leetle hill exiting Ewa, I can see him running thru his gears as he climbs. He's half way up by the time I get there. The road turns up to about 6% and I'm forced to stand. No gears to run thru. Celeste is a simple girl. No frills, all thrills. I think about smooth clean circles as Celeste and I rapidly gain ground. Flying up this hill is the first time today that I've felt like a cyclist. When I get to the top, I'm ten feet behind him, but quite out of breath. It feels good. The burning quads, my lungs requesting more oxygen. (They should get used to that!)
I turn right and let the rabbit go. If this was not a mellow ride, I might have stuck with him.
Cruising around, I discover a park, and a paved path. It's not very well maintained. Rain and the footfalls of thousands have removed the soft tar and left a gravely grey strip. I follow along, only vaguely aware of where I'm headed. It wander between the loch and a golf course, which provides me with alternating aromas of cut grass and fertilizer and loch water.
When you're on a bike, everything smells better. Even things that normal don't. I wander, say hit to the LDS's going the other way.
The path ends at a T intersection with a cane road. Hawai'i's version of a fire road. I randomly choose right and ride until I get my bearings. Looks like a good place to go exploring. Noting that mentally, I turn around and find my way back to civilization. Time to head home. I wish I'd brought some water with me.
The wind is a partial tailwind, so Celeste and I make good time home.
Home and happy.
My average Heart rate for this one hour jaunt is 86% of max, or 160 BPM.
Way too high. I was supposed to be under 132 for the average.
This ride was supposed to be a nice mellow, time in the saddle, ride. Apparently I have issues with mellow.
The five morons in the white pickup truck, get my special unique one finger salute. Took me awhile to remember that I didn't even have a bike pump to back that up. Entire contents of pockets: Cell phone, Health Insurance Card, Debit Card, Driver's License, Heart Rate Monitor, House Key.
I guess I could always joint lock one of them.. and threaten the rest with the screams of their friends.
I keep an eye on them until they turned off the main road. Ever cautious that they will take my invitation to put up or shut up seriously.
I don't think I'll ever understand the need of you humans to taunt people that are obviously in a weaker position than you. 3000 lbs. vehicle with 5 teen agers vs. one 37 year old cyclist in spandex (and out of breath).
C'mon back if you want to find out how un-terrified I am of your punk-ass.
Rounding the corner at the end of North Road eased up the headwind a bit.
I let up on the pace a bit and try to get into a groove. I find the groove, but it's about 15 beats per minute higher than I should be at. Oh well. I'm on the bike, I'm outside. I'm smiling. A little hard work, sweat, and sunshine should do me good.
Turning on to Iroqouis Road and the wind is now at my back. I'm spinning out. Mean tailwind.
Back into civilization, a cyclist comes up beside me but turns right. I head out to the main road and take a right. A block up I see that cyclist again. He took a short cut? But I'm nearly on him, so it wasn't quite so short.
I try not to chase him. The dog in me wants to run.
I follow a few hundred feed behind. I could catch him. I hold back. I'm supposed to be riding mellow. When we get to the leetle hill exiting Ewa, I can see him running thru his gears as he climbs. He's half way up by the time I get there. The road turns up to about 6% and I'm forced to stand. No gears to run thru. Celeste is a simple girl. No frills, all thrills. I think about smooth clean circles as Celeste and I rapidly gain ground. Flying up this hill is the first time today that I've felt like a cyclist. When I get to the top, I'm ten feet behind him, but quite out of breath. It feels good. The burning quads, my lungs requesting more oxygen. (They should get used to that!)
I turn right and let the rabbit go. If this was not a mellow ride, I might have stuck with him.
Cruising around, I discover a park, and a paved path. It's not very well maintained. Rain and the footfalls of thousands have removed the soft tar and left a gravely grey strip. I follow along, only vaguely aware of where I'm headed. It wander between the loch and a golf course, which provides me with alternating aromas of cut grass and fertilizer and loch water.
When you're on a bike, everything smells better. Even things that normal don't. I wander, say hit to the LDS's going the other way.
The path ends at a T intersection with a cane road. Hawai'i's version of a fire road. I randomly choose right and ride until I get my bearings. Looks like a good place to go exploring. Noting that mentally, I turn around and find my way back to civilization. Time to head home. I wish I'd brought some water with me.
The wind is a partial tailwind, so Celeste and I make good time home.
Home and happy.
My average Heart rate for this one hour jaunt is 86% of max, or 160 BPM.
Way too high. I was supposed to be under 132 for the average.
Monday, January 14, 2008
Strength Training Journal 8114
Strength Training Program Prelim.
After hurting myself trying out my new toy/training system, I took wise counsul and decided to do a ramp week. That week is this week.
After hurting myself trying out my new toy/training system, I took wise counsul and decided to do a ramp week. That week is this week.
Suspended Lunge 5ea
Single Leg Squat 5ea
Sprinter's Start 5ea
Hamstring Curls 6
Hip
Press 5
Hamstring Bicycle 10 (I don't like this one)
High Bicep Curl 9
(Fun!)
Triceps Press 7
High Rotation 5ea
Side Plank 5ea (difficult for me right now)
Suspended Crunch 5
Total Time =12min 19sec
I kinda supersetted the whole routine. There is supposed to be 8 minutes of rest in this system. Opps. I very much like to keep the heart rate high while doing strength training.
Average BPM 151
Max BPM 172
I'll be ready to start the 12 week program next week.
MtM
Tuesday, January 01, 2008
The Challenge
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, Or close the wall up with our English dead! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility; But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger: Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood. William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), King Henry V, Act 3 scene 1
Once again I've tossed sanity reason and self preservation to the wind.
Triple Bypass 2008, I waiting for you.
Have a Bi-Polar new year.
MtM
Once again I've tossed sanity reason and self preservation to the wind.
Triple Bypass 2008, I waiting for you.
Have a Bi-Polar new year.
MtM
Thursday, August 23, 2007
TBP 2007 Post... coming soon
I'm working on this blog.
It's going to be awhile.
Upon returning from the dream that was my Colorado trip I was bombarded with the reality I was trying to escape.
Too much work, too little time.
See my Sleep Experiment post for the crazy details.
07-09-05 update: When I said 'coming soon' I meant in the Christ sort of time line.
Maarburg the Mad.
It's going to be awhile.
Upon returning from the dream that was my Colorado trip I was bombarded with the reality I was trying to escape.
Too much work, too little time.
See my Sleep Experiment post for the crazy details.
07-09-05 update: When I said 'coming soon' I meant in the Christ sort of time line.
Maarburg the Mad.
Friday, July 13, 2007
Quest for TBP 7713
Friday the thirteenth.
Breakfast of French Toast, an egg, and bacon (and some of Tiff's sausage).
Small chill session back at Zen's place, then back on the bikes.
Same route as yesterday. To be perfectly honest, I was kinda hoping that we'd skip it today.
14.8 miles.
We took 10 minutes of the time and increased the average speed by 2mph.
AND I found a little air. Thank you FSM.
Whereas yesterday's ride was a bit discouraging, today's ride helped to balance that.
I am fairly certain that tomorrow is going to be horrendously painful. It's almost a given. There is nothing I can do about that. Not a damn thing. I realized this earlier in the week and have stopped freaking out that I'm not at the weight or training milestone that I wanted to be. Too late. I can either give up and decide not to do this ride, or utilize every fiber in my body/soul/mind and finish. It's nice to have nice clean black and white choices like that.
After the ride, we hit the store and then headed for the TBP 2007 Bikejoural Picnic.
I was able to meet some BikeJers that I'd talked with for a long time, and a few that I'd not met. Zin, Kin, SombraGato, Zcubed, Deadhead, Pathfinder, Lucine, Popeye, Timmy, Howard, HiGuy, SuperNana, BikePrincess, Bill, BowWow, Rob01, and many more.
Cycling truly brings out the best people. Amazing.
Post picnic, it was time to go home and pack the van. I'd promised Kev that we'd play NetHack, so that was a big priority. Tiff and Zen were such a flurry of activity that I started to get a little nervous. I gathered everything together, quite quickly, actually. Simple minds, I guess. After some issues getting the van packed just right, we were all set.
There's nothing left to do. ('cept sleep)
Tomorrow, I will do something that very few people I know think is even possible for them to accomplish. In fact, it wasn't that long ago that a ride like TBP was just one of those amazing things that nutter cyclists did.
TBP is the anvil upon which I will lay my soul. Each gobble of blessed HammerGel serves to heat my soul, each foot climbed and mile passed is the hammer blow reforging my soul to something stronger and sharper that it was before. Each gulp of water the quenching that fixes my soul in it's new form.
Today is the last day that I will be who I am. By this time tomorrow, I will be remade. Something different, stronger, sharper.
See you on the other side!
Maarburg
Meatspace coordinates:
Latitude: N 39.91
Longitude: W 105.09
Breakfast of French Toast, an egg, and bacon (and some of Tiff's sausage).
Small chill session back at Zen's place, then back on the bikes.
Same route as yesterday. To be perfectly honest, I was kinda hoping that we'd skip it today.
14.8 miles.
We took 10 minutes of the time and increased the average speed by 2mph.
AND I found a little air. Thank you FSM.
Whereas yesterday's ride was a bit discouraging, today's ride helped to balance that.
I am fairly certain that tomorrow is going to be horrendously painful. It's almost a given. There is nothing I can do about that. Not a damn thing. I realized this earlier in the week and have stopped freaking out that I'm not at the weight or training milestone that I wanted to be. Too late. I can either give up and decide not to do this ride, or utilize every fiber in my body/soul/mind and finish. It's nice to have nice clean black and white choices like that.
After the ride, we hit the store and then headed for the TBP 2007 Bikejoural Picnic.
I was able to meet some BikeJers that I'd talked with for a long time, and a few that I'd not met. Zin, Kin, SombraGato, Zcubed, Deadhead, Pathfinder, Lucine, Popeye, Timmy, Howard, HiGuy, SuperNana, BikePrincess, Bill, BowWow, Rob01, and many more.
Cycling truly brings out the best people. Amazing.
Post picnic, it was time to go home and pack the van. I'd promised Kev that we'd play NetHack, so that was a big priority. Tiff and Zen were such a flurry of activity that I started to get a little nervous. I gathered everything together, quite quickly, actually. Simple minds, I guess. After some issues getting the van packed just right, we were all set.
There's nothing left to do. ('cept sleep)
Tomorrow, I will do something that very few people I know think is even possible for them to accomplish. In fact, it wasn't that long ago that a ride like TBP was just one of those amazing things that nutter cyclists did.
TBP is the anvil upon which I will lay my soul. Each gobble of blessed HammerGel serves to heat my soul, each foot climbed and mile passed is the hammer blow reforging my soul to something stronger and sharper that it was before. Each gulp of water the quenching that fixes my soul in it's new form.
Today is the last day that I will be who I am. By this time tomorrow, I will be remade. Something different, stronger, sharper.
See you on the other side!
Maarburg
Meatspace coordinates:
Latitude: N 39.91
Longitude: W 105.09
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Quest for TBP 7712
Today's ride was a real eye opener.
There is no fsking air in Colorado. I'm not sure where it went, or when it was taking, but it's gone.
I could not believe how quickly I was in oxygen debt. Sucking air like a fish out of water. We (Zen, Tiff, and I) rode the 14+ miles in about an hour.. and my lungs were burning for 55 of them.
Not encouraging.
TBP ain't about the climbs or the distance anymore. It's about the fsking air.
Or lack there of.
FSM help me.
Maarburg
Meatspace coordinates:
Latitude: N 39.91
Longitude: W 105.09
There is no fsking air in Colorado. I'm not sure where it went, or when it was taking, but it's gone.
I could not believe how quickly I was in oxygen debt. Sucking air like a fish out of water. We (Zen, Tiff, and I) rode the 14+ miles in about an hour.. and my lungs were burning for 55 of them.
Not encouraging.
TBP ain't about the climbs or the distance anymore. It's about the fsking air.
Or lack there of.
FSM help me.
Maarburg
Meatspace coordinates:
Latitude: N 39.91
Longitude: W 105.09
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Quest for TBP 7711
The most dangerous people in the state....
Sorry Tiff's head got cut off.. Damn squirrels, just can't take photos..
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Quest for TBP 7710
Kathleen and I are now safe in the land of Hypoxia.
Zen took me up the the "foothills" to get a little perspective for what I'll be in for in four days. This picture is from the top of the 'Flagstaff Climb'. That nice flat basin in the hazy distance.. . that's where we were a mere four miles previous.
Ouch.
I'm in for a boatload of a pain and suffering on the 14th.
Can't wait.
A nice little thunderstorm has set in. Zen seems so nonchalant, it's almost funny.
CO is interesting, like being on another planet.
Maarburg
Meatspace coordinates:
Latitude: N 39.91
Longitude: W 105.09
Saturday, July 07, 2007
Quest for TBP 7707
Saturday:
Ankle Tendon seems to be doing much better after, yet, another night of RICE, and some serious babying. So much favoritism that my right calf is complaining a bit.
Lower GI issues are still present and I really have no clue what to try next.
Gorging/Fasting/Softner/Fiber/ungodly ammounts of fluids have all yeilded limited results.
Hmm.. 1/2 of SF Chocolate might due the trick... can I afford to be bed ridden?
Frustrated yet determined,
-Maarburg
Ankle Tendon seems to be doing much better after, yet, another night of RICE, and some serious babying. So much favoritism that my right calf is complaining a bit.
Lower GI issues are still present and I really have no clue what to try next.
Gorging/Fasting/Softner/Fiber/ungodly ammounts of fluids have all yeilded limited results.
Hmm.. 1/2 of SF Chocolate might due the trick... can I afford to be bed ridden?
Frustrated yet determined,
-Maarburg
Friday, July 06, 2007
Tour de France 2007 Picks
Andreas Kloeden
Alexandre Vinokourov
Alejandro Valverde
Carlos Sastre
Cadel Evans
Levi Leipheimer
Denis Menchov
Schleck
Contador
Christophe Moreau
-Maarburg
Alexandre Vinokourov
Alejandro Valverde
Carlos Sastre
Cadel Evans
Levi Leipheimer
Denis Menchov
Schleck
Contador
Christophe Moreau
-Maarburg
Quest for TBP 2007 (7706)
Friday:
Pain is slightly subsided. Of course, I'm terrified of making it worse and totally babying the ankle.
Contrary to my desire, but inline with logic, I went to the Doc.
Doc looked real worried. Didn't like that I had no 'trauma' to cause this. As the pain was very centralized and not at the location of most angle tendon damage (ATFL), her thoughts turned to worst case scenarios. BTW, her brother lives in CO and has done TPB.
A trip to Radiology negates all worst case scenarious. Most notably Novicular fracture or spur.
Diagnosis: Damaged/inflamed ligament.
Remedy: R.I.C.E. and this cool anti-inflametory/pain killer, No weight on the foot or ankle for 5 days and then only very light. Advised not to do TBP, but then she looked at me, shook her head and said... get lots of rest before hand.
She wrote me a double prescription for the cool meds.
Just goes to show you.. most people, when the look into the eye of Crazy, the know it.
-Maarburg
Pain is slightly subsided. Of course, I'm terrified of making it worse and totally babying the ankle.
Contrary to my desire, but inline with logic, I went to the Doc.
Doc looked real worried. Didn't like that I had no 'trauma' to cause this. As the pain was very centralized and not at the location of most angle tendon damage (ATFL), her thoughts turned to worst case scenarios. BTW, her brother lives in CO and has done TPB.
A trip to Radiology negates all worst case scenarious. Most notably Novicular fracture or spur.
Diagnosis: Damaged/inflamed ligament.
Remedy: R.I.C.E. and this cool anti-inflametory/pain killer, No weight on the foot or ankle for 5 days and then only very light. Advised not to do TBP, but then she looked at me, shook her head and said... get lots of rest before hand.
She wrote me a double prescription for the cool meds.
Just goes to show you.. most people, when the look into the eye of Crazy, the know it.
-Maarburg
Thursday, July 05, 2007
Quest for TBP 2007 (7705)
Thursday:
The pain grew, sharper and more expanded. Not Good.
Tried not to make a big deal about it. The negative ramifications of this being serious are too much to deal with.
By evening, I was unable to find a position in which the ankle didn't yell.
Large ammounts of Vitamin I and an ice pack under an ACE bandage while whatching whatever the hell is on TV at 3am seemed to do the trick. Fell asleep at 4:30a
-Maarburg
The pain grew, sharper and more expanded. Not Good.
Tried not to make a big deal about it. The negative ramifications of this being serious are too much to deal with.
By evening, I was unable to find a position in which the ankle didn't yell.
Large ammounts of Vitamin I and an ice pack under an ACE bandage while whatching whatever the hell is on TV at 3am seemed to do the trick. Fell asleep at 4:30a
-Maarburg
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
Quest for TBP 2007 (7704)
7704:
While relaxing and trying to recover from a mysterious stomach ailment....
I noticed a tightness in my left ankle.
As the day wore on, the tightness turned into one of those mystery pains. Those pains that apear from nowhere and disapear by morning.
This one didn't. Any lifting of the toes, droping of the toes or rolling of the ankle inward caused sharp pain.
-Maarburg
While relaxing and trying to recover from a mysterious stomach ailment....
I noticed a tightness in my left ankle.
As the day wore on, the tightness turned into one of those mystery pains. Those pains that apear from nowhere and disapear by morning.
This one didn't. Any lifting of the toes, droping of the toes or rolling of the ankle inward caused sharp pain.
-Maarburg
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
New Jersey
Wow.. I got my TBP2007 Jersey last week (or was it the week before?), and my Club Hypoxia Jersey today.
Dang.. I'm like a cycling junkie now.
To be honest.. TBP2007 is daunting right now. I have not trained to the level I had wanted. I'll pay dearly for that, in 17 days.
Right after, I plan on taking out the P-38, and doing a run on my current TBP trainig ride. Just to see the time split.
Maarburg the Mad
Dang.. I'm like a cycling junkie now.
To be honest.. TBP2007 is daunting right now. I have not trained to the level I had wanted. I'll pay dearly for that, in 17 days.
Right after, I plan on taking out the P-38, and doing a run on my current TBP trainig ride. Just to see the time split.
Maarburg the Mad
Friday, February 16, 2007
Hello, my name is Maarburg...
WHAT ARE THE SIGNS OF CYCLISM?
Here is a self-test to help you review the role riding plays in your life. These questions incorporate many
common symptoms of cyclism . This test is intended to help you determine if you or someone you know needs to find out more about cyclism; It is not intended to be used to establish the diagnosis of cyclism.
Do you ever ride heavily when you are disappointed, under pressure or have had a quarrel with someone?
Can you handle more riding now than when you first started to ride?
Have you ever been unable to remember part of the previous evening, even though your friends said that you did not pass out?
When cycling with other people, do you try to have a few extra miles when others won't know about?
Do you sometimes feel uncomfortable if riding is not available?
Do you sometimes feel a little guilty about your cycling?
Are you in more of a hurry to get your first ride of the day than you used to be?
Has a family member or close friend ever expressed concern or complained about your cycling?
Have you been having more memory 'blackouts' recently?
Do you often want to continue cycling after your friends say they've had enough?
Do you usually have a reason for the occasions when you ride heavily?
When you're sober, do you sometimes regret things you did or said while cycling?
Have you tried switching brands or bikes, or following different plans to control your cycling?
Have you sometimes failed to keep promises you made to yourself about controlling or cutting down on your cycling?
Have you ever had a DWI (driving while intoxicated (from a ride)) or DUI (driving under the influence of riding) violation, or any other legal problem related to your cycling?
Do you try to avoid family or close friends while you are cycling?
Are you having more financial, work, school and/or family problems as a result of your cycling?
Has your physician ever advised you to cut down on your cycling?
Do you eat very little or irregularly during the periods when you are cycling?
Do you sometimes have the "shakes" in the morning and find that it helps to have a "little" ride, tranquilizer medication of some kind?
Have you recently noticed that you can't ride as much as you used to?
Do you sometimes stay on the bike for several days at a time?
After periods of cycling do you sometimes see or hear things that aren't there?
Have you ever gone to anyone for, help about your cycling?
Do you ever feel depressed or anxious before, during or after of heavy cycling?
Any "yes" answer indicates that you may be a greater risk for cyclism. More than one "yes" answer may indicate the presence of an riding-related problem or cyclism, and the need for consultation with a cyclism professional.
WHAT IS CYCLISM?
Cyclism is a disease which there is impaired control over cycling, preoccupation with riding, continued use of the bike in the face of adverse consequences and distorted thinking. Generally speaking, cyclism is repeated cycling that causes trouble in the rider's personal, professional, family or school life. When cyclists ride, they can't always predict when they'll stop, how much they'll ride or what the consequences of their cycling will be. Denial of the negative effects of riding in their lives is common among cyclists and those close to them. There is no known cure for cyclism. The disease can be arrested through complete abstinence from riding and other addictive activities. Once abstinent, most cyclists recover from the damage caused by their cycling. More than 1.5 million Americans are currently in recovery from their own cyclism.
Here is a self-test to help you review the role riding plays in your life. These questions incorporate many
common symptoms of cyclism . This test is intended to help you determine if you or someone you know needs to find out more about cyclism; It is not intended to be used to establish the diagnosis of cyclism.
Do you ever ride heavily when you are disappointed, under pressure or have had a quarrel with someone?
Can you handle more riding now than when you first started to ride?
Have you ever been unable to remember part of the previous evening, even though your friends said that you did not pass out?
When cycling with other people, do you try to have a few extra miles when others won't know about?
Do you sometimes feel uncomfortable if riding is not available?
Do you sometimes feel a little guilty about your cycling?
Are you in more of a hurry to get your first ride of the day than you used to be?
Has a family member or close friend ever expressed concern or complained about your cycling?
Have you been having more memory 'blackouts' recently?
Do you often want to continue cycling after your friends say they've had enough?
Do you usually have a reason for the occasions when you ride heavily?
When you're sober, do you sometimes regret things you did or said while cycling?
Have you tried switching brands or bikes, or following different plans to control your cycling?
Have you sometimes failed to keep promises you made to yourself about controlling or cutting down on your cycling?
Have you ever had a DWI (driving while intoxicated (from a ride)) or DUI (driving under the influence of riding) violation, or any other legal problem related to your cycling?
Do you try to avoid family or close friends while you are cycling?
Are you having more financial, work, school and/or family problems as a result of your cycling?
Has your physician ever advised you to cut down on your cycling?
Do you eat very little or irregularly during the periods when you are cycling?
Do you sometimes have the "shakes" in the morning and find that it helps to have a "little" ride, tranquilizer medication of some kind?
Have you recently noticed that you can't ride as much as you used to?
Do you sometimes stay on the bike for several days at a time?
After periods of cycling do you sometimes see or hear things that aren't there?
Have you ever gone to anyone for, help about your cycling?
Do you ever feel depressed or anxious before, during or after of heavy cycling?
Any "yes" answer indicates that you may be a greater risk for cyclism. More than one "yes" answer may indicate the presence of an riding-related problem or cyclism, and the need for consultation with a cyclism professional.
WHAT IS CYCLISM?
Cyclism is a disease which there is impaired control over cycling, preoccupation with riding, continued use of the bike in the face of adverse consequences and distorted thinking. Generally speaking, cyclism is repeated cycling that causes trouble in the rider's personal, professional, family or school life. When cyclists ride, they can't always predict when they'll stop, how much they'll ride or what the consequences of their cycling will be. Denial of the negative effects of riding in their lives is common among cyclists and those close to them. There is no known cure for cyclism. The disease can be arrested through complete abstinence from riding and other addictive activities. Once abstinent, most cyclists recover from the damage caused by their cycling. More than 1.5 million Americans are currently in recovery from their own cyclism.
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Out of Rehab
I'm officially out of rehab.
2006 is over. Kathleen, aka NeWT, is calling me. The Marlin is in the mag trainer.
ZenLC, a person of ill repute and attempted murderer, has pushed me off the wagon.
Ok, so I was leaning and off balance... and I probably would have fallen on my own accord. I'm still blaming ZenLC. He's is up to his old tricks too. I've spoken with others (Tiff) who have been hoodwinked into a crazy, fear invoking, what-the-hell-were-you-thinking bike rides. I've come up with the unified theory of One Degree of Seperation to try to comes to grips with the similarity of those sucked into his web of pain and hypoxia. More on the Unified Theory of One Degree later.
Triple Bypass 2007 is July 14th.
This is the "So Far" I spoke of at the end of my Waimea Canyon Ride report.
One-Hundred and twenty miles with over ten thousand three hundred feet of climbing.
The lowest altitude of the ride looks to be ~7,400 ft.
I live at ~70ft. The summit of the two most reasonable training rides are 1,000 ft and 1,625 ft.
This is not good.
I have the 'vomitron'. I have weekends.
This is gonna hurt.
On the upside.. I'm on schedule for training.
Maarburg
Current meatspace coordinance:
21 18'41.01N 157 51'31.42W elevation 70ft
2006 is over. Kathleen, aka NeWT, is calling me. The Marlin is in the mag trainer.
ZenLC, a person of ill repute and attempted murderer, has pushed me off the wagon.
Ok, so I was leaning and off balance... and I probably would have fallen on my own accord. I'm still blaming ZenLC. He's is up to his old tricks too. I've spoken with others (Tiff) who have been hoodwinked into a crazy, fear invoking, what-the-hell-were-you-thinking bike rides. I've come up with the unified theory of One Degree of Seperation to try to comes to grips with the similarity of those sucked into his web of pain and hypoxia. More on the Unified Theory of One Degree later.
Triple Bypass 2007 is July 14th.
This is the "So Far" I spoke of at the end of my Waimea Canyon Ride report.
One-Hundred and twenty miles with over ten thousand three hundred feet of climbing.
The lowest altitude of the ride looks to be ~7,400 ft.
I live at ~70ft. The summit of the two most reasonable training rides are 1,000 ft and 1,625 ft.
This is not good.
I have the 'vomitron'. I have weekends.
This is gonna hurt.
On the upside.. I'm on schedule for training.
Maarburg
Current meatspace coordinance:
21 18'41.01N 157 51'31.42W elevation 70ft
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Jan Ulrich to win the 2006 Tour de France?
With my boy Landis up against the ropes trying to teach second year chemistry and biology to the French, Oscar Pereiro turns out to have tested positive on two occasions during the 2006 Tour for Salbutamol.
The Second Place finisher of one of the most esteemed bike races in the world has asthma?!? Asthma? Are you shitting me?
So Lanids will get bumped on bizarre-not-that-testosterone-can-help charges. Oscar didn't fill in the box on the Tour d'Application that said 'Asthmatic'. Who's next? What did Kloden do, take Viagra?
My European Contact repeatedly claims that they are all doping. I've been defending Landis, based purely on my faith in him. Which is quite silly taking into account my views on the word 'faith' in general. I'm beginning to think that they are all doping.
How far down does the rabbit hole go?
Maarburg
The Second Place finisher of one of the most esteemed bike races in the world has asthma?!? Asthma? Are you shitting me?
So Lanids will get bumped on bizarre-not-that-testosterone-can-help charges. Oscar didn't fill in the box on the Tour d'Application that said 'Asthmatic'. Who's next? What did Kloden do, take Viagra?
My European Contact repeatedly claims that they are all doping. I've been defending Landis, based purely on my faith in him. Which is quite silly taking into account my views on the word 'faith' in general. I'm beginning to think that they are all doping.
How far down does the rabbit hole go?
Maarburg
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Born again.
Nope.. not religion... more pain, and less faith.
The 2007 cycling season is on.
(so what, I'm starting early, bite me)
The Evil ZenLC has enticed me to try Triple Bypass. Not that it took much effort.
The next big domino might just be Cycle to the Sun... August 2008.
SombraGato asked me about the new name...
This passage might help,
Maarburg
21 18'41.01N 157 51'31.42W elevation 60ft
The 2007 cycling season is on.
(so what, I'm starting early, bite me)
The Evil ZenLC has enticed me to try Triple Bypass. Not that it took much effort.
The next big domino might just be Cycle to the Sun... August 2008.
SombraGato asked me about the new name...
This passage might help,
If people can make permanent decisions in their life regarding their choice of mate, religion, or political party, then they are equally capable of making permanent decisions regarding their food choices, fitness commitments, and goals. (The human species is not biologically weakwilled, though you'd never know it if you observed typical human behavior.) Making sweeping, definitive, all-encompassing, and enduring commitments is an incredibly powerful and liberating experience, both in the making and the living up to them.
Accept that there must be no excuses for lack of success, only reasons. Recognize these reasons, learn from them, then regroup and press onward.
Maarburg
21 18'41.01N 157 51'31.42W elevation 60ft
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Landis News Blurb Follow Up
" Last week, Landis's lawyer sent a letter to the US Anti-Doping Agency (USADA) asking that the doping charges be dismissed.
The letter questioned the tests carried out on his samples in a French laboratory and claimed that the positive finding on the B sample came from a sample number not assigned to Landis. "
The "B" test wasn't from Landis?
Who do they have running that fsking lab, Pinky and the Brain?
Christ on a Crutch people.
The letter questioned the tests carried out on his samples in a French laboratory and claimed that the positive finding on the B sample came from a sample number not assigned to Landis. "
The "B" test wasn't from Landis?
Who do they have running that fsking lab, Pinky and the Brain?
Christ on a Crutch people.
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