Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Sixty-eight days...


Alright, so what is the greatest number of consecutive days you have ridden? In 1992 I rode 68 days consecutively during the months of May, June and July. This was followed with one day off, and then another 54 consecutive days, taking me into September. I doubt I have come close to matching that since, probably would not be able to, and likely would not want to. Back then, I subscribed to the belief in the concept of on-the-bike rest days, believing firmly, and with clear evidence, that a day without riding would throw off my rhythm, disrupt the consistence that had been built up, and result in an off-day or days when I did get back on the bike. I suppose that was partly the case because I admired those "hard men" such as Sean Kelly, Sean Yates, Moreno Argentin, Johan Museeuw, et al, who would pound out the miles day after day, season after season. A typical week during those 68 days went like this: Monday, long day (meaning 70 miles minimum); Tuesday, Rose Bowl training race; Wednesday, Griffith Park training race; Thursday, Rose Bowl training race again (or hill work, Inverness, St. Katherine, etc near the Bowl); Friday, on the bike rest day, meaning ride to work and then easy laps at the Bowl in the evening; Saturday, either Bicycle Doctor or Montrose ride; Sunday, race or medium length ride (50 to 70 miles typical). This really was not that uncommon, many people took/take on-the-bike rest days.


These days I am lucky if I can get seven consecutive days on the bike. Lately, I have been able to make six days of riding with one complete rest day, plus one on-the-bike rest day a fairly typical week. Of course I also do not ride at quite as high a level anymore either. This is more in line with what training experts will recommend, and whether it is because I am 20 years older, or because I am not riding at the same level, the day off just does not seem to adversely affect me the way I believed it did in 1992. In fact I will go so far as to admit that the day off does good, giving my body a day to fully rest and recover, and the day-after usually results in a good day of strong riding.


In 1992 I had a drive and determination to do well in races and group training rides, which made it easy to get out day after day and ride hard to attain a goal. Without that goal to strive for I do not think it would be possible these days to approach a similar number of consecutive days riding. This points out the second aspect of cycling, often overlooked. There are two basic components to cycling, both racing, and everyday riding as well, the first, and probably most obvious to anyone, is the physical aspect, and the second is the mental aspect.


The physical aspect can be broken down itself into sub-components - doing the miles for endurance and fitness conditioning, doing the group rides for speed work, and rest and recovery. If you do not do that last one, you won't do the first two, or at least at a level that would otherwise be possible. Remember also (and live) the cyclist motto: Never Stand When You Can Sit, Never Sit When You Can Lie Down.


Often just as important to racing success, but frequently overlooked are the mental aspects of the activity. I can recall that following one particularly good group training outing a fellow rider complimented me and said that I must have been willing to suffer beyond the norm that day. This was kind of like an epiphany to me, as I do not think I had ever made a connection to that mental side of cycling before this. But he was absolutely right, some days I am willing to suffer more, and on rare days I will be willing to suffer much more, while other days, no suffering at all, thank you. I Guess I am fortunate in that I never really suffered from seasonal rider burn-out, in fact when many others would take the month of November off, before starting winter training in December, I would continue to ride laps at the Rose Bowl throughout the winter, all-be-it at a lower intensity and fewer miles. Since I happen to find the rollers or other indoor trainers to be highly intolerable, I have continued with this same pattern over the intervening years, riding a basic three mile loop 2 to 3 nights a week in the dark after work through the winter.


Even though my focus here has been on training, I believe the same aspects hold true for five-day-a-week commuters as well, though perhaps to different degrees. I will typically commute by bike 3 to 4 days a week, ideally beginning in March and going through October (though there were a few years when I commuted year round). However, in practice, by the time I get to late August, maybe early September I am through for the year, and looking forward to a winter break. Physically, the commute is no problem, but mentally it seems to be highly draining, more so than training and racing ever has been. I think this is due to my solo commute, the lone cyclist in a vast sea of cars and trucks; whereas, while training I would be surrounded by comrades-in-arms, at least during group rides. The winter commuting break and subsequent car dependency, which wears on me in its own way, leaves me rejuvenated and eager for the arrival of March when I can break out the messenger bag for the ride to work.


All riders are different; we have different strengths, weaknesses, thresholds, so that there is no cookie-cutter plan for training, for improving. There are some universals, though; for instance the saying "what doesn't kill us, makes us stronger" rings true. If you are pushed during a ride, beyond your normal comfort level, whether by riding with people at a higher level than you, or even by pushing yourself when riding solo, you will improve. Another is that rest is necessary for recovery. How much rest is up to the individual. With adequate rest a rider can continue to ride year round with no appreciable loss in strength or enthusiasm.


So anyway, back to 1992; if on the 69th day "I took my rest", what then happened on the 70th day? You may have guessed; "the curse of the day after also struck me tonight - lack of rhythm and spinning ability for taking yesterday off killed me".

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Bottecchia rebuild, part 6: update...

It has been at least a little while since the last update, so; cable has been installed between shifters and deuralieurs, and is working well, on the workstand at the least. Although nothing can replace a ride on the road as a true test, that will have to wait as my nearest LBS did not have any 27" tires in stock when I dropped by today. Brakes still need to be connected, and I am waiting for hoods before doing that. Pedals are the main part lacking now. I have a temporary leather saddle which will work, though it is new, and I will continue to look for one more appropriate to the years of the bike. Anyway I am liking the way things are shaping up, and am hoping that the next update post will see it complete. Arrivederci for now.


Slow Sunday scenes from the Village...

As per the new format, here are a select few, while the rest can be found here, for those who want more...
Loiterers

A successful trip to market

Farmer's market scene

I cannot be positive, but that looks like an old binocular case being reused as a handlebar bag

Brooms and parasols

Claremont cruisin'

Bringing home the flowers photo for the week.

Saturday, September 18, 2010

A tale of Nibali, Mosquera and a place called Bola del Mundo...

Being without cable can be a bit of a drag at certain times of the year, round about the beginning of July for instance. However Universal Sports has made up for it, first with daily Giro coverage, and now the Vuelta. Today's battle atop the Bola del Mundo, and what a climb that was, getting progressively steeper at the top. Vincenzo Nibali managing to never let Ezequiel Mosquera get more than 20 second ahead, and then to catch right at the line was an amazing display of sheer determination to not let the race slip through his fingers. Nibali showed a lot of talent in helping teammate Ivan Basso to victory in the Giro, and appears set to realize that talent on tomorrow's finishing stage.

Of course of equal interest to me is the progress of Nicolas Roche, you can read the VeloNation interview with him from September 14 here. 15th in the Tour, and now an apparent 7th in the Vuelta; could he follow in his father's slipstream? There have been expectations of sons following after famous fathers in the past that did not quite live up to the hype. Only time will tell, since it seems that Nicolas has the talent and drive to succeed.

Friday, September 17, 2010

Highway 39, part 2... No, dagnabit...

Well, today was supposed to be the day I presented you with part two of the ride up Highway 39, from West Fork to Crystal Lake, after all something good should come from there not being enough work to require you showing up for the Friday half-day at the office. Instead, the powers that be had other ideas. Things started out well enough, other than a whole lot of earth moving trucks rumbling through the canyon, other traffic was Friday-lite and the early part of the ride was going good. I made it up to the West Fork in good time and chugged on through. About a mile and a half later though, I came upon an unexpected locked gate; I knew of the gate up just past the lake, but not one this far down; what gives? Anyway I stopped to take my first little breather of the ride. There was a resident coming down the mountain who was having some problem removing her key from the lock on the gate, and she asked for help. I did what I could, which was nothing. In that brief bit of time, though, a warden drove down and asked if I was going to continue up the road, and then further said that he was sorry, but I would have to do it another day as the road ahead was closed due to law enforcement activity. He did not volunteer any additional information, and I did not press him on what that activity might be, but it put an abrupt end to this day's ride to Crystal Lake. So it wasn't a total loss, I hit up the West Fork road again, which is always a good consolation ride.
Expect a little more burn in the legs, deepened breathing,
and quickened heart rate when you come upon this sign.

The first time I traversed this stretch of road must have been after a trip
through New Mexico, because my first thought was how similar it looked
to some canyons in that state.

End of road today, looking back down. Anyone up for it next weekend?

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Another poor advertising choice...

The Lexus commercial says, in that nauseatingly refined voice, now that school is back in session, forget about the bus (and by inference I suppose walking and biking) and instead drive the kids to school in your brand new Lexus. You will be the envy of all the other parents, the other kids will ooooh and aaaah (and presumably tell their parents that they too need one). And then, you may even get an 'A' from Mrs. (fill in a name). Disgusting. Forget the fact that they cost more than anyone should ever spend on a bloody automobile, have these people never driven by a school in the morning or afternoon, and witnessed the congestion themselves? Are they not aware of the obesity epidemic that plagues the auto-dependent masses? Do they not read about the deaths and injuries which occur around schools this time of year, caused by impatient and distracted drivers of the very vehicles they wish to see more of outside of schools? Or is it simply a matter of greed trumping reason?

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Document your rides...

all of them, the bad as well as the good. Are those old training journals great, or what? They enable you to relive those multitudinous moments of greatness, as well as laugh at the occasional miserable flops. The GPS gizmos and ride mapping aids of today are useful for the neat graphs and charts they produce measuring cadence and watt output, and what all. They can tell you what is going on at the moment, and maybe predict what will happen in the days or weeks ahead if you follow a predictable course. But what will they tell you in the future? Not much, unless they are accompanied by a written account of what really went down in the present. It is often surprising how much a mind can forget. Those journals also provide handy blog topic fodder; whether they should or not is another matter.


Case in point - September 15, fifteen years in the past. I recorded: "Ah, La Mirada, same course but without the sweltering heat of years past. Unfortunately, I end the year as I began - by being dropped. Barely made the start and this is not a race where you want to be at the back. The drop came on lap three and I quickly and stealthily took my leave to await and prepare for next year." Such are the vagaries of bicycle racing; just the day prior I had noted how well I rode on the Montrose Ride, and that doing so had encouraged me to race La Mirada. It was a rather inconsistent year. Anyway document those little things, you never know what might be significant, in whatever small way, years from now.
Fred Pierce leads the field through at the 1992 La Mirada Grand Prix

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Safe Routes to School story: Beach School...

I happen to be very enthused lately with the whole Safe Routes to School movement. It is unfortunate that we ever moved away from kids walking and biking to school in the first place, and that a campaign such as this should even be necessary, when active transportation should be the first choice. Don't be surprised to see more links here, such as this one, about the experiences at the Beach School, Portland, Oregon.

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