What, if anything, will we learn from the recession?

I’m not a regular viewer (a necessary qualifier to retain some semblance of masculinity), but I caught an episode of Oprah one night last week. The theme, the recession’s negative impact on people.

I’ll introduce you to a few of the guests, describe what I think the producers wanted me to conclude from the segment, and explain my actual reaction.

Guest one, a 24 year-old woman, had lost her job with an interior decorating company. Not only had she done three internships in college, she had “done everything right” and still ended up standing in an unemployment line. I was supposed to conclude that’s wrong and sad. Sure it’s sad whenever anyone who really wants to work can’t find a job, but even sadder was the subtext: college graduates are entitled to good jobs.

Robert Reich, whose contributions were underwhelming, was the talking head putting the individual stories into the broader context of a changing economy. With respect to guest one, even I might have done a better job framing her experience.

Here’s the takeaway for her, the other student in the news lately who has sued her college because she can’t find a job, and anyone who thinks a college degree entitles them to a good job. A new day has dawned. Sizeable student loans and a college diploma guarantee little. Increasingly, businesses are more productive with fewer people. Profit margins are shrinking; consequently, the race to eliminate jobs is accelerating. You’re competing with more people for fewer jobs, not just your college classmates, but elderly people who are finding they have to continue working, and highly motivated, ambitious peers from across the globe.  Good grades and the perceived prestige of your institution mean little absent the following: a genuine curiosity; a strong work ethic; well developed communication, critical thinking, team, and problem solving skills; cross cultural knowledge and skills; integrity, and resilience.

Guest two was a couple that had been living large. The X had a successful hair salon and the Y was a successful realtor before both lost their jobs. As their financial situation worsened, their well-to-do friends quit associating with them. It was clear by Oprah’s sadness, that I was supposed to feel similarly, but I didn’t. Oprah kept asking superficial questions like, “So they don’t invite you to their dinner parties anymore?” To which unemployed couple sadly replied, “No they don’t.” Audience members shook their heads in dismay.

I did my best to set aside the obvious irony of one of the wealthier people in the world exploring the sadness of downward mobility, and wondered why and the hell didn’t she ask them why they pursued friendships based upon superficial signs of material wealth in the first place. This was a sad segment, but not at all in the way the producers intended. What was most sad was the couple’s utter lack of self-awareness. They never said what might have made it a socially redeeming case study. “The recession has been an important wake up call. It opened our eyes to the limits of consumerism and materialism, neither of which form a meaningful foundation for friendship.”

In fairness, one of the other segments did convey a “silver lining, now we know what’s most important” moral, but I couldn’t help but wonder how long the guest’s commitment to frugality and meaningful relationships will continue once the recession ends.

Guest three was a former Denver newscaster who was making 250k at the time of his dismissal. He had taken a 30k/year job working as a vet’s assistance because he had always had a genuine love of animals so his resilience was noteworthy. But again, I couldn’t give the producers the “my how sad” reaction they seemingly wanted because he acknowledged making a whole lot of money for the last 10 years of his 30 year career. Oprah and RR seemingly had it on cruise control and couldn’t bring themselves to ask him and his wife the obvious question, “Why didn’t you live more simply and save more of it?”

Have I lost my mind, criticizing Harpo Productions? I will now be entering the witness protection program.

Fitness Friday—August 7th

7/27 M T W R F  Sa  Su Total
S     1,900 Ward Lake   1,500 3,400 √-
C  

 

27 626’ 19.3 95 degrees x (100 degrees+)   146Mt. Rainer

6,700+

18.1

    36 Fishtrapw/ Dano

17.8, 1,200’+

209 √+
  

 

6.8 53+   6     10 1:19+   23 √ 

S: Only the second lake swim of the summer. Cruised dock to dock in something like 10 flat and 9:47 (pr 8:45). Stroke feels improved, but times still don’t reflect it. Nearly got wrapped up in a fishing line on the way in. Also saw a large fish right next to the line, didn’t have the heart to tell the fisherman. Friday’s swim cut short by poor early morning time management. Spent a bit of Sunday afternoon in the lake with the daughters, one who had a birthday. Synchro daughter taught us some moves. Turns out I have mad synchro skills. Wish I had pics, or even better, video. But then again, if you saw my routine, you’d be too intimidated to give it a shot yourself.

C: Put ice-cubes in my lycra shorts M night (not really) and did a short ride that turned out to be my RAMROD tune-up. Wussed out T night due to triple digit temps. See “RAMROD Blues 2” and  “Five Keys to Long Distance Success” for the details of R’s ride around Mount Rainier. Interestingly, I recovered fairly fast from RAMROD. Felt decent on Sunday with Dano who is going to be a strong cyclist. Record week. In my RAMROD posts I forgot to share one last tip, post race nutrition, two chocolate dipped ice cream cones from the arches. Set cone two in a cup holder and then inhale the first one before the second melts too much. 

R: The boys were impressed with my post RAMROD 10-miler on SA, but I enjoyed a 36 hour transition. Everything’s relative. Lance and other Ironstuds take 5-7 minutes before running marathons. They don’t draft either.

Democrats Accuse Jillian Harris of Leaving ‘American Idol’

Last Thursday I spent all day cycling around Mount Rainier. And then, over the next few days, I spent a fair amount of time carefully crafting a post about what I’ve learned about long distance swimming, running, and cycling. Then I sat back and waited for my blog stats to take off like Alberto Contador in the French Alps. But alas, the stat line graph has not yet shot upward.

So if el gente are not clamoring for long distance coaching, what type of blog posts are they most interested in? Here were the top three posts on wordpress.com Wednesday, August 5th:

1) Democrats accuse GOP of inciting mobs

2) Jillian Harris: I am not worried about claims of infidelity

3) Fox confirms Paula Abdul is leaving ‘American Idol’

So I guess el gente are moderately interested in national politics and most interested in celebrity culture. 

Duly noted. Maybe I need to shift my focus to celebrity culture and national politics. Note to self: cancel the Economist and subscribe to People magazine.

Five Keys to Long Distance Success

In this long post I explain five keys to running, swimming, and cycling long distances successfully.

First, everything is relative. I’m an endurance athlete in the context of a relatively sedentary populace. Ultra runners, swimmers, and cyclists would laugh at my training log and chuckle at my definition of going long—a marathon, a 4k swim, 100+ miles on the bike, a half ironman.

Ultra athletes are a different breed. I don’t aspire to run 50 or 100 kilometers or miles, swim 10k, ride my mountain bike for 24 hours, or complete an ironperson. I won’t rule anything out, but at present, all my synapses are firing just fine.

Second, I’m no spring chicken, more a fall fowl, and not physically gifted, so I don’t think of success like an elite athlete who asks, “Did I win, was as I top three, did I set a personal record?” I’ve plateaued as a runner and swimmer and almost as a cyclist so I don’t expect to set many more personal records.

I define success as: 1) finishing the long distance event feeling as if my training paid off and I couldn’t have gone any faster. 2) Finishing feeling like I raced intelligently and spread my effort out evenly. 3) Finishing having left darn near everything on the course, but not being so depleted I feel weighted down with negative associations about the event. And 4) finishing with an even deeper appreciation for my health, my friends, and nature. 

For me, the keys to that type of success are five-fold: 1) train consistently, and for a length of time, and with a degree of seriousness, that parallels the length and difficulty of the event; 2) shortly before the event, assess my fitness in as objective a manner as possible; 3) based upon that self-assessment, devise a plan that will enable me to race evenly and maximize the fitness I’ve achieved through training; 4) right before the event, adjust that plan based upon atmospheric conditions; and 5) be disciplined in executing the plan.

To make this less abstract, let me illustrate each of these keys using last week’s RAMROD (Ride Around Mount Rainier in One Day, 146 miles, skipped the Crystal Mountain climb, 6,720’ of climbing, 18.1 mph) as a frame of reference.

A quick tangent first though. There’s a breed of long distance athlete that I marvel at every year during RAMROD. These are people of widely differing body types that don’t think the ride is hard enough as designed so they ride it in wools socks up to their knees, with mountain bike shorts flapping in the wind, while simultaneously loading their bikes down with every accessory known to humankind—racks, lights, bags, flowers, kitchen sinks. Most amazingly, these hardcore athletes choose to ride it alone, foregoing the considerable savings drafting provides. Wonder if they bother inflating their tires to maximum pressure? Where does this line of thinking lead, “I know, maybe this ride will be even more difficult if my break pads are rubbing.”

I appreciate different body types and personal idiosyncrasies, but my assumption is the event is damn difficult enough and even if I go in lean and mean, ride as light and aerodynamic a bike as possible, and shamelessly draft on the flats, I’m still going to be completely shelled at the end.

Back to regular programming. Key to success number one: train consistently for a length of time and with a degree of seriousness that parallels the length and degree of difficulty of the event. While this seems obvious, lots of people, maybe inspired by the 44th president of the U.S., approach long distance events with the audacity of hope. There is some truth to the notion of good and bad days, but you can’t finesse a ride around Mount Rainier. All the hope (and change) won’t help you a lick if you hit the base of Cayuse without a sufficient training base.

What’s a sufficient training base? At minimum, strive to exceed the event’s total distance in as many of the 10-12 weeks leading up to the event as possible. Also pay closer than normal attention to eating healthily, getting adequate sleep, and incorporating rest days after especially hard efforts.

Key two: pre-event objectively assess your fitness level. Granted, the term “objective self assessment” may be an oxymoron. How exactly does one objectively assess their level of fitness? By keeping a training log and studying workout data in a historical context. The keys are monthly/seasonal volume (total miles) combined with times for selected workouts whether mile repeats on the track, a standard run or bike course, a 10 mile or 40k bike time trial.

Going into RAMROD, I had to decide whether my fitness level was worse, the same as previous years, or better. Obviously, if the same, I could adopt the same type of plan, if worse, I’d have to craft a more conservative game plan, if better, I could plan to ride a tad more aggressively.

Given my off and on summer teaching schedule, I didn’t have the consistency between weeks I would have liked. I also only had one hard effort of climbing way back in late-May on Mount St. Helens and only one 100-mile effort in mid-June. On the other hand, my May/June totals were solid, I had been going very hard on race team training rides twice a week, and Monday night my Garmin confirmed that I was strong in a short, solo, very hot tune-up. In the end, I decided I was in average mid-summer RAMROD fitness, which means probably as fit as I’ll be all year. As a result, I planned on approaching the ride the same way as the last few years.

Key three: based upon the fitness self-assessment, devise a plan that will enable me to race evenly and maximize the fitness I’ve achieved through training. Related to this, knowing the course is probably deserving of “key” status itself.

For example, there are three distinct segments within RAMROD. The first is miles 0-60 from Enumclaw High School to the Nisqually Gate of Mount Rainier. The air is cool, the terrain is forgiving, and everything is right in the world. You have to get to the gate looking and feeling like you could ride a hella hilly century with absolutely no problem. The second is miles 60 and somewhere between 105 and 110. This segment mostly involves about 7,000 feet of very beautiful, unrelenting climbing. This one-third of the course requires about two-thirds of the total effort expended. The final 45 miles are all downhill, the first 10 wonderfully severe. The gently downhill final 35 are almost always into a headwind.

So my default RAMROD plan is to stay completely within myself for the first three hours to the gate. This is the non-negotiable foundation on which the rest of the day hinges. The secret to implementing this part of the plan is knowing my “all day” pace that I can maintain solo and in a group for long periods of time. My RAMROD numbers were 18 and 20-21. I spend the first three hours mostly riding past slower cyclists, but importantly, letting faster ones go. Other elements of the segment one plan include drinking early and often, skipping the 33-mile food break, and being careful to stay within my “steady” zone up the gentle climb to Ashford and the real start at the Nisqually gate.

What’s most essential in segment two is settling into a sustainable rhythm. This is where I take what my body gives me based upon my “perceived rate of exertion.” Other riders’ pacing is totally irrelevant. Related to this concept, Gordo Byrn (if a triathlete, see his co-authored book, Going Long) employs a wonderfully simple and effective four-part “easy, steady, mod-hard, hard” framework. I do long climbs in what might be referred to as upper-mod-hard zone. The toughest RAMROD climb last Thursday, Cayuse, was especially tough because of above average heat. Often I flirted with tipping into “hard” and backed off by sitting on the wheel of slower climbers for a minute or so when I’d come up on them.

The essence of RAMROD is climbing. I really enjoy the challenge of sustaining a mod-hard effort for an hour. Totally in the present, and when all is going well, slowly bridging from rider to rider, exploring what exactly is sustainable on this day on this mountain at this hour and this minute and this second.  

The litmus test of whether I’ve settled into a mod-hard, but sustainable rhythm is whether I can finish the climb without stopping (or falling over). My guess is I was one of the few people who rode from Packwood at mile 78 to the top of Cayuse at 102 (where I was shaking, nauseous, and in pretty bad shape). That was one advantage of being a bandit, I didn’t want to stop in part because I didn’t want to tap the event’s resources.

The segment three plan is to once again work together with other cyclists of similar ability to negate the headwind. Notice the symmetry. This year, Lance and I left the Crystal Mountain deli stop as the same time as a group of four. I said to Lance, “Let’s see if they’re a decent match.” Turned out, they were perfect. We were averaging 22-23 and they were taking 2-3 mile turns at the front. After my first two-mile turn at the front, I waited for Lance to pull through, waited, waited, he had fallen off the back and I hadn’t realized it.

Why did Lance fall off when he’s as strong or stronger than me? Because somewhere around mile 35, our third friend, Alberto, whose “all day” numbers are probably 20 and 22-23mph, went off the front of a solid group of about 20-25 riders that were humming along at 20-21mph. Because Lance is a young thoroughbred who can’t help himself, he decided to bridge up to him. If we were early in a race team training ride, I would have applauded the bold move, but since we were riding around Mount Rainier in above average heat, I had a sinking feeling, thinking it would make for a much more difficult afternoon. Unfortunately, I was right.

It’s understandable to think that 2mph is relatively inconsequential but it represents a world of difference when on the course all day. It’s like 30 seconds per mile in a marathon. Doesn’t seem like much, but multiplied by 26, it adds up to a sizeable difference. In a marathon, going  even 10 seconds a mile too fast over the first half or three-quarters, inevitably leads to a slower finishing time. In a day-long cycling event, going a few mph too fast over the first half inevitably leads to a slower finishing time.

Key four: right before the event, adjust that plan based upon atmospheric conditions. Enough said. I failed to do this in the Boston Massacre Marathon in 2005 and ran my slowest marathon ever. We knew Thursday afternoon was going to be hotter than normal. The adjustments I had wanted to make included starting earlier, minimize time spent off the bike, get over Cayuse in the a.m., ride even more conservatively over the first three hours. My mental cues included: Rush Limbaugh, Sarah Palin, Glenn Beck, Bill O’Reilly. Meanwhile, Lance’s mental cues appeared to be Bill Ayers, Al Franken, and Keith Olberman. The adjustments didn’t go exactly as planned and I crested the top of Cayuse at 12:11p.m. 

Key five: be disciplined in executing the plan. This takes practice. Experience is the best teacher.

My hope is something in this description of my mental approach supplements what you’re learning from experience and contributes in some small way to even more success in long distance events.

Not tan, but rested and ready

Not tan, but rested and ready

Game On

This email just in from Lance.

Okay, game on, old man.  I figure it is only fair to give you fair warning that I am coming after you at Black Hills this year.  Beginning today I am laser-focused on the next five weeks of training with the sole intent of besting you by at least one second on September 12.  Don’t let my five mile, 40+ minute run this morning fool ya’; I’m registered and all in, baby.  This is it; the Cutter battle royale that everyone has been waiting for.  My youth, good looks, and smarts vs. your old age…No Excuses!

Remember the recent RAMROD Blues post where I wrote about giving up my active life for a sedentary one. Forget it. Game on now. How many times can a guy take being called “old” in one email?

In actuality, Lance is younger, better looking, and smarter than me, and I’m spending a week in California without my bike right in the middle of the five week-build. The Vegas oddsmakers will no doubt favor Lance, but I’m wiley, and I intend on making him earn the victory.

Beer Summit

I know, I know, I know, most over-reported story of the year. But there’s one element of the story still deserving of attention. Allegedly U.S. Brewery Distributor execs were very upset that the  beers of choice were produced by foreign owned companies. One was heard asking, “What does this phrase ‘globalization’ of which you speak mean?”

Now, picture these execs sitting in a country club restaurant after 18 holes of golf. I’m going to go be presumptuous and guess that as well-to-do business executives they’re pro free market, pro capitalism, pro Milton Friedman. But when the invisible hand slaps them in the face and foreign competitors erode their market share, they whine and seemingly seek privileged status. 

Why is it that U.S. business execs sing the praises of free markets until they end up getting their asses handed to them by foreign competitors?

RAMROD Blues 2

In one Northern Exposure episode, deejay Chris in the morning, said, “You have to do something bad everyday just to feel alive.” Thursday, my bad deed was riding RAMROD sans invitation. I wrestled with whether it was ethical and ultimately decided I’d be able to sleep at night if I rode it without tapping race resources. So I loaded up a hydration pack with water and food and I took $ for the Packwood convenience store, and headed towards Mount Rainer with a couple of good friends we’ll call Lance and Alberto. 

As always, it was the test of the year and fun in a sadistic kind of way, but I didn’t enjoy my outlaw status. I kept thinking true bandits probably relish their outsider, bad boy or girl status. In contrast, I regretted tagging along and will not do it again. So to the RAMROD officials who are reading this, accept my apology and please don’t ban me from future editions. I didn’t have all the facts and acted stupidly. (Can I get a beer for admitting that?)

As it turns out, it is impossible to ride 146 miles in the heat without tapping the event’s water and porta pits. I also benefitted from traffic control. Bandits are kidding themselves if they think they have zero impact on the event.

I hereby offer myself as a “recovered-bandit” and in exchange for an entry into next year’s ride, I’ll do public service announcements.