Showing posts with label ride into the wind. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ride into the wind. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Tour de Pac 12 – University of Colorado – Folsom Field

Lessons learned and things I saw on first ride in Tour de Pac 12

What a beautiful place to start the ride and what a great reminder that the best laid plans often don’t pan out. I didn’t get an email that was supposed to update me of a new start
After ride at Folsom Field. #todayican
point and therefore the ride started much later than planned. I had to jump into my ride right in the middle of the route I laid out. I couldn’t tell if the Garmin was picking up the route in midstream or another route and it seemed to lead me all over the place, when I thought I should be turning right, it told me to turn left and it took forever to get rolling.

#todayican at Mile High Stadium en route to Boulder
It was a great reminder because while on the way to Mile High, where the Broncos play football on Sundays, the Garmin told me to turn left and I could clearly see the top deck of the stadium stands sticking out on the other side of a building in the opposite direction it told me to go, as I went up the street it told me to turn again and I was not heading to Mile High, of that I was positive. After all the stands were sticking out of the building behind me now so I turned around and headed back, got back on the trail by the river and headed to my destination while my Garmin screamed OFF COURSE! OFF COURSE! OFF COURSE! I was certain it was giving me the wrong route or trying to lead me away from the stadium instead of toward it, after all I had been in Denver all morning and that pretty much made me the expert on where the Broncos play football. Since I rode the trail by the river I really could not see much of the landscape up along the road so I worked my way back up right where I thought the stadium was and that is when I found out that thing sticking out was not part of the stadium  but actually was a unique
River trail by downtown Denver
piece of architecture protruding from a museum I later learned. It was not even close to the size of a football field and several miles in the opposite direction from Mile High Stadium. In fact, as the pictures from my ride show, there isn’t really a top deck of the stadium that sticks out. Not only did I not know where the stadium was, I did not even know what it looked like.

What it reminded me is how I so often live my life, I’m pretty sure I know where I am going and that the man upstairs does not really understand the best way to get there even though He has a view from above that actually knows what is behind the next corner where I think I want to go and when I get warnings that I am off
Haunted Colorado State Capitol in Denver
course, I plow ahead and ignore those messages. I got a lot of those messages from a couple of Doctors that told me to lose weight or suffer the consequences and when canes and sore backs and high blood pressure, cholesterol and blood sugar levels showed up, I plowed ahead and just took more meds that put a different Band-Aid on my problem without ever stopping the bleeding. 
Thankfully in 2012 I listened and even though I did to that message I find it funny how frequently I still miss those messages.


Victor Davanzo with All My Sons Moving in Denver 
Colorado Rockies home field 
Enough of my deep thoughts though, how about some pictures from the ride, after all Colorado is a pretty state and a lot more interesting than my rambling. I got some good climbs in but I picked a route that would challenge me but not wear me out. I had a rough spot with the weather toward the end but I felt really good about getting up and down the hills and fighting through some wind. It’s on to Salt Lake where I am going to ride one of four state rivalry rides I am going to do, where I ride between two rival schools, this time it is riding from BYU to Utah. We are plowing through Wyoming now and cutting over to Utah and Linda is ready for me to shut up, hope you enjoyed my thoughts and the pics from the ride. 

Beautiful lakeside park outside downtown Denver

STATS FROM THE RIDE:

Ride #1

Saturday, June 21, 2014
41.7 Miles ... 2,489 feet of elevation 

Colorado Football

To Date

41.7 Miles ...2,489 feet of elevation 
Total rides 1

Pulling up to Folsom Field

doing the airplane thing on my bike
 
Folsom Field in the Summer







Sunday, February 23, 2014

Riding with life's experiences

Adversity comes in different forms


Just like life, riding a bicycle comes with it's share of adversity. Most of it revolves around the elements, heat, cold, rain, wind and gravity (aka hills). Well, the toughest adversary we actually face is the angry white guy being denied his constitutional right to drive 45 in a 35 MPH Zone on Ohio Drive in Plano ... but that's a thread for another day.

In Dallas we don't deal with gravity a lot, we are blessed with a pretty flat terrain. It's an incredible place to live if you like to ride because other than a couple of months we can always ride. Each spring, after the couple of months of "winter" we get here a new cycling season starts and we are greeted with one of our toughest adversaries, the wind. I guess since we don't have a lot of hills, we don't have a lot of things to slow the wind down. It seems as if it starts picking up speed once it clears the hill country south of Waco and doesn't slow down until it's halfway through Oklahoma. If the wind is from the North, I just assume the reverse is true.

Deal with it


Still like our life, the wind is an adversity you just have to deal with. It's inevitable, it's part of the game and you deal with it or it deals with you. When I encounter adversity, I turn to two ex's, my experience and the examples set by others. Both of those are used a lot on the bike but this week my experience came to mind, so that is where I am going to focus on. 

On my rides this week I had to deal with the wind, a lot of it. At points by the lake it was blowing at least 25 MPH, when that happens I draw upon an experience that helps me deal with the wind. It goes all the way back to the early 80s, when I played football and all of the linemen (of which I was one) would drive those blocking dummies and sleds all over the field. There was one set of commands I will never forget because it was said over and over again, "C'mon Baker! Drive your legs! Stay low!" It was a concept I apparently never grasped because every time the ball was snapped, I'd pop up like a jack in the box and if I ever chased down the man I was assigned to block, my legs would quit driving and I'd attempt to lean my opponent into submission. A jack in the box might be an effective spokesperson for cheeseburgers but there aren't many of them in Canton Ohio because of their effective play along the line of scrimmage. During my senior year, there was a sophomore lineman, let's call him Clark, who earned the designation "Sophomore Varsity Star" using the confidence that I instilled in him by trying to use my jack in the box technique on him.

It wasn't because I couldn't stay low and drive my feet, it just was when the chips were down and the ball was snapped, I did what I instinctively thought was best, I never disciplined myself enough to change my actions. It made staying on the field a difficult thing for me to do, a coach couldn't leave a guy in the game for long if he consistently did not do what was best for the team to keep moving the ball. 

Lesson Learned


Riding into the wind is really what being a lineman is all about, it's the job that has to be done, so the climbers and sprinters can stay fresh. There are guys on a team that do nothing but knock a hole through the wind and their opponents so the superstars can ride off in a yellow jersey. Stay low, keep your legs moving and create a hole for others to move through sounds a lot like a lineman's job. When the ride's been long and the wind is relentless, you naturally want to sit up tall and open up your lungs, your legs are heavy and you really want to coast and give them a rest. When you sit up tall though the wind grabs hold of you like it does with a sail and pushes you, but not in the direction you are heading. If you don't keep spinning, the wind makes it impossible to coast and you slow down. If you are doing both, you start grinding just to keep from falling over. After that you discover that it takes considerably more effort to speed up than it would have to have maintained your speed. The very thing you thought you were doing to rest is actually making you work harder. Inevitably, the same thing happens with the jack in the box technique in cycling that it did for me in football, you stop moving and your opponents pass you by. 

At those moments, for whatever reason, I think back to those points, where I learned that doing what I wanted, against the instructions of those who knew better and only wanted to see me succeed, didn't work out very well. The wind will blow so hard I can't hear myself think but that's when I can hear Coach Beane, Coach Nail, Coach Aaronson, Coach Harris and Coach Peterson repeating that same phrase they did from Junior High to High School, "C'mon Baker! Stay Low! Keep your legs moving!" with one big difference, I've learned it's easier for me if I follow those instructions.


Earlier this week I was riding my second lap around the lake (there is a reason they "issue wind advisories by area lakes") and I was in the into the wind part of that lap. I was staying low, my legs were spinning and I was punching open a hole into the wind. I wasn't really thinking about the wind because it's not as hard if you do it right. I may not have been moving as fast as I would like but I was getting there and in so doing, I passed a guy quite a bit younger and certainly more athletic than me. He, unfortunately, was using the jack in the box technique and his legs were barely moving. 
He looked miserable and it didn't help that a 50 year old grey bearded dude with a belly passed him with a cheery good morning. 

He looked a lot like what I remember Friday nights feeling like back in 1981, watching that sophomore take my spot on the field. As we get older, the roles reverse, freshmen aren't supposed to win the Heisman and run over and around the SEC like Johnny Manziel did when he was a freshman. Years later we discover that old pitchers aren't supposed to be strikeout kings and whip up on Robin Ventura like Nolan Ryan. I will probably never know what Clark or Johnny felt on the gridiron but my new favorite experience is getting to feel just a tiny bit like Nolan Ryan did by whipping up on a younger guy. It's an experience I am looking forward to having again.