Thursday, January 31, 2008

FINALLY! TeamREV web starting to come together

I've had all my free time scooped up by my latest project - helping to get the team site up and running. Though there's lots of work yet to be done, the underpinnings are in place and we can start rolling out the content finally. See the front page article for more info about the team and our race schedule for 08!

Monday, January 28, 2008 presents the 2008 Cyclo-cross World Championships presents the 2008 Cyclo-cross World Championships: "There was simply no defence against the power of 33 year-old Hanka Kupfernagel in sunny Treviso today. The current World Time Trial Champion started pulling from the second lap and dropped all the big names including UCI leader Daphny Van Den Brand. She dropped her last challenger at half distance and steamed on towards her fourth cyclo-cross rainbow jersey."

Weekend roundup

Rodeo Life
So this weekend my dad and my perpetually well-mannered and tactful brother-in-law take 3 year old Sean to his first rodeo. Boys night out, you know. They're seated next to a beer drinking good time group with a couple of hotties showin' what they got with those scooped neck blouses. From his father's arms, little Sean looks over, eyeballs the goods, and in a voice to be heard over the rodeo din, says "Look at those boobies." His grandpa thought maybe he and his daddy might have been awarded big "F"s in parenting. Personally, I think maybe my curvy sis might have taught him this one, but that's just speculation.

Oh, please be true
The team bikes are supposed to ship today. I'm hoping it works out that way because this last week was a rough one, and it'd be awful nice to look forward to a shiny new ride. No, I'm not sayin' what it is or anything more. You'll have to wait for the pix.

Amen. Racin' about to start
Alright. I wasn't planning on the Froze Toes race, being as I thought I'd had enough cold weather riding with 'cross and training through the winter, but I'm changing my mind. I'm needing a race, 'cuz I love doing that, and that's why I train, even when I don't feel like it. Anyone else goin? It's 2/24. Brrrr. :D

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Punching lesson

Nick: [repeatedly poking his mother in the ribs] Watcha doin? Watcha doin? Watcha doin? Watcha doin?
Mom: [lets loose a punch] STOP IT! I HATE THAT!
Nick: [laughing] Is that all the harder you can hit?!
Mom: [standing] No. Of course not.
Nick: [taking boxer stance] You've seen Fight Club, right? I want you to hit me as hard as you can.
Mom: Really? Are you going to hit me back?
Nick: No. I can take a punch.
Mom: OK. [draws her fist back and lets it fly]
Nick: That's pretty good. Was that your hardest?
Mom: No. I can hit harder.
Nick: [Takes stance and pats bicep target]
Mom: [Let's it fly]
Nick: That's Ok. [begins demonstrating] But, you should do this with your fist and step like that and so forth.
Mom: Oh. Ok.
Nick: Try again.
Mom: [Lets it fly. A loud "POP" is heard]
Nick: [Takes a rub at his arm] Didja hear that? Much better.
Mom: I think I got it now. Can I try again?
Nick: Nope. I'm done. [Returns to sofa]

Check out Wikipedia for a more academic overview.

WARNING: Rough language ahead

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

A Seizure?! I'm sure there are other ways to get a hospital tour.

From time to time, I talk about my boys.

Yesterday, Erik had a seizure. Fortunately, his brother

was there. Nick called the EMTs and Erik was rushed to the hospital where he got to try morphine and post to Facebook from his bed.

One way to get a hospital tour

Fortunately, the CAT scans and lab work all were clear and we await EEG testing.

A big thanks to everyone who visited and expressed their support. Stuff like this is a lot less scary when you know you're not in it all by yourself.

Monday, January 21, 2008

Rock Racing has a Nebraska Connection

OK. Let the record show that I'm pleased as punch Rock Racing has stepped up and turned on the attitude. Methinks it's going to make for good entertainment, which speaking of... why wait?

A blog reader sent me this....

However, when it comes to celebrity, any press is good press, right? Or, something like that. :D

OH AND GET THIS.... Speaking of celebrity .. Nebraska has a connection with Rock Racing... Those rumors you may have heard... Well, believe 'em. Our very own Sean Weide is on board for PR and that's pretty cool. Last year Toyota United, this - Rock Racing. Congrats Sean!

I should also mention Sean will be leading the Officials portion of the Promoters/Officials Clinic on February 2 sponsored by the Nebraska Cycling Association. Get the details from Nebraska Cycling News.

Ah Monday. And, I'm off. :)

So, I'm blastin' from the past ... and tidying up a messy office corner.

>Bikini Kill: Rebel Girl

Friday, January 18, 2008

Nebraska Cycling News - Indoor Training Rides Begin December 29

Nebraska Cycling News - Indoor Training Rides Begin December 29: "Lincoln, NE - Cabin fever? Not here! Beginning Saturday, December 29 and continuing every saturday until further notice, a group stationary bike training ride will be held at The Cathedral of the Risen Christ Gym located at 3245 S 37th St (37th & Sheridan Blvd) at 7:30am."

Thursday, January 17, 2008

I knew the day was coming

So my oldest son, who proudly specializes in annoyance, comes into the kitchen, stands real close, pulls his shoulders back, puffs out his chest, looks down his nose and with a glint in his eye says, "You are so short."

Grinning, he adds, "I'm just not intimidated by you at all anymore," in a tone of voice suggesting it was ludicrous to ever have been cowed.

Well, boy, I should think not being as you've got me by 5 inches and 50 pounds. That being said, guess who has the car keys and such arcane knowledge as food making and the navigation of bureaucratic institutions? Uh huh. C'est moi. You may be large, but your days of sucking up have only begun.

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

O, for crying out loud. Wouldn't you know it?

Since I don't get much time read fiction, which is one of my very favorite pastimes, but which contributes little to my aerobic condition, I've taken to listening to the audio on my iPod from time to time. And wouldn't you know it... just as I arrive to work the murderer is about to be revealed. Sigh. Now I have to wait all day. It's kind of a delicious suspense though.

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Not so family friendly post

It's a good thing most cyclists don't carry guns. Or maybe we oughta. I tell you what, if one more pickup-driving self-important asshole tries to brush me off the road with his goddamn oversize extendo mirrors, I am going to switch my more than adequate brainpower allocation from steadfastly maintaining a good attitude to a path of retribution.

I mean, what is it? Is the air so thin in those oversize and elevated cabs that these muckheads honestly believe they're some kind of badassess instead of (and to borrow a line from "Shoot 'em up") pussies with trucks?

What's it supposed to mean when they slam the accelerator to the floor as they pass? "I'd run you over if I really had ballz?" Am I supposed to be impressed? Intimidated? Or what? Like a 1500 is any kind of truck anyway. Buddy, if you *need* a truck, you *need* at least a 3/4 ton. Poseur.

Perhaps I'll just start taking the whole lane, as is my right. Should you render me dead right, may my lawyer sis visit all her frustrations on your estate and may pidgins perch atop the headstones of you and yours for all eternity. Heck, I'm not gonna wait. I wish you the pidgins now.

Monday, January 14, 2008

Whatever you do, do it with excellence

After my spin class this morning, I stopped for coffee at Cultiva on 15th and South. It's a new place, but I like it very much and the coffee is superb - at least as far as I can tell. I am no 'cupper.' In fact, I'm not even much of a snob. I'll drink it all, but if I have a choice and it's convenient, I'll go for the good stuff.

While enjoying my breakfast, I noticed the Barista magazine and for a fleeting moment, I thought, "surely not."

I picked it up and found several articles and in about 10 minutes greatly expanded my appreciation for the men and women whose expertise often graces my day. Their pursuit of excellence inspired me to resolve to do the same, no matter the work I chose to do or its fiscal compensation. If I choose to do it, I will also choose to do it with my best effort.

Friday, January 11, 2008

Bad Boys

Despite my efforts to avoid blogs and all that in order to get some work done, I keep running into bruhaha about Rock Racing ("Don’t expect just ordinary kits—not when Michael Ball is sponsoring you! The kits have a different color and design elements for each race adding both style and sex appeal to the sport".)

As it happens one of my favorite bloggers, Bike Snob NYC, doesn't seem to be a fan - though, should you read these, beware the nose spurt effect. Coffee + keyboards = :(

Bike Snob NYC: The Purloined Letter: Ball to Hed

Bike Snob NYC: Hiding in Plain Sight: Why Cycling Is The Word's ...

Me, I'm glad they're on the scene. I mean, really, what would Dudley Do-Right be without Snidely Whiplash? A dose of pro-wrestling, tattoos, MMA mentality might actually help stimulate interest in this sport of ours - and that would be a good thing.

Thursday, January 10, 2008

Wednesday, January 09, 2008

What to wear?

Let's say your arrive at work only to discover you have forgotten to pack any shoes. You now have to choose between just socks, or walking around in your road sidis. What's your pick?

Tuesday, January 08, 2008

Base training and eating well

It's the time of the year when I like to do a lot of cooking. This season, I got a Japanese cook book and have been working on my sushi skills as well as learning some regular recipes made in a Japanese home. At my house, the fare depends on what I'm into, and if I'm not finding the current cuisine very interesting, then the fridge will be bare and the boys must subsist on frozen pot pies and pizzas. But usually, especially this time of year, I venture into a new area and The Boys experience new flavors and textures. Of course, anyone who doesn't like what's for dinner is free to go hungry or learn to cook something else.

Consequently, my boys no longer blink at much. In fact, when I came into their room to show them the dried sardines, with their little dried up fins and eyeballs, that I'm using for soup base, they merely shrugged their shoulders and one said, "cool." Sigh. It used to be so much fun to hear them gag and wail. Oh well.

As a consequence of their culinary torture, they seem to have come to enjoy being in the kitchen helping or making their own goodies. For example, here's one of Kyle's favorites.

Chocolate Frosting for graham crackers or saltines
1 c powdered sugar
3 T cocoa
2 T milk
1 T butter
1 t vanilla

Mix sugar and cocoa well. Heat milk and butter in the microwave till butter melts. Add vanilla to milk and butter, then stir into the sugar and cocoa. Mix with a fork till smooth.

Yeah, I know this doesn't count as healthy food, but kids like sweets and I figure if they make their own, they won't eat as much and they'll have to think about it before they do it. They'll have to ask, "Do I want something sweet and chocolately enough to get off my butt and go to the effort to make it?" Which I figure is a healthy approach to "junk" food.

For regular meals, what I'm liking most about Japanese food, besides the high protein content and low fat, is the simplicity of the ingredients and the beauty of its presentation. For example, it takes some practice to get sushi rice down, but once you do, it's super quick and easy to make rice balls or cakes. Or for a fancier presentation, you can use a mold.

This weekend, I used a small plastic storage container for a mold and made sushi rice cakes for the endurance rides. To make sure they'd be sturdy enough for the bike, I quickly baked them in the oven for about 7 minutes on each side. They were cheap, tasty, easy to eat on the bike and provided 36 carbs each.

Tonight, we're gonna mix it up and have some thai with a sushi appetizer. I know it doesn't go together, but I have found when introducing new foods to kids, they're way more receptive to trying them when there are also familiar favored items as 'chasers.' The guys really like pad thai tofu and tom yum gai, so I'll do one or two japanese dishes as new things.

I promised the boys we'd have pad thai tofu, tom yum gai and a tuna sashimi appetizer.

That's all I've got for now. Check the 10 worst list below. Got anything to top it?

10 Worst Foods of 2007: "10 Worst Foods of 2007
How Many Have You Tried?" - Short article from SparkPeople.

Friday, January 04, 2008


Some of you have heard me going on about "embrocation," but I've gotta say on this point, I think the euros are on to something. Henceforth, you're going to see me rubbing my legs down with something before and maybe even after most every race or hard training effort as part of my resolution to take better care of my legs.

At Jingle Cross, a friend let me use a bit of his Sports Balm and at Cross Natz I bought a jar of Qoleum Extra Hot. Both of these products stay on like nobody's business. In fact, I can guarantee after you get over the shock of not having that dead feeling during the 'cross start because there was already plenty of blood to your muscles, you'll get a whole new level of sensory experience in the shower. It gets so hot in the presence of warm moisture that you'll think flames are licking up your legs. But once you ascertain there is no smoke, you can actually get kind of a rush as you use breathing techniques to control your impulse to leap out screaming. I realize this isn't much of a sales pitch, but I'm a total fan. Is that too much information?

On last nights ride in the dark - 21 degrees F, 17 mph wind - about 1/2 teaspoon of Qoleum on each leg under Pearl Izumi Amphibs, I was post toasty from the tips of my toes to the ends of my fingers. Legs muscles were loose and felt good. From my perspective, if the cost of feeling great in Nebraska's sub-freezing temps is simply an opportunity to practice pain management for 5 or 10 minutes, you can count me in. The real benefit of embrocation seems to be that the stimulation of the nerves increases blood flow to the target area. Consequently, your muscles have more oxygen to work with and feel better. All that being said, I'm going to be trying various products and will review them here. Maybe extra hot is overkill. I don't know yet, but the embrocation makers have got a new consumer. What are your favorite products?

Don't be a sissy, ride your bike.

Thursday, January 03, 2008

The Spokes-Models | The New York Observer

The Spokes-Models | The New York Observer: "“You want to call us beautiful Godzillas?” Ms. Eichmann screeched, back at Union Square, when confronted with BikeSnobNYC’s comment. She stared at an eggplant and poked it before replying, “Maybe you’re right, but would a bunch of pretty ladies riding around on bicycles be so terrible?”"
Belief vs Reason

So, kicked off the road season with a basic 'ramp' test to get a fitness/power baseline. No big deal, right? Went into it confident, calm and without qualms. Verify that I understand the process and get started. A little more than 16 minutes later, my power drops and I have to quit. I see the line drop and my entire mental state crashes and an emotional tsunami of failure, disgust, frustration and a general "I hate tests. I hate this computrainer. I suck. I hate it all." It took all my remaining concentration to repress the impulse to explode. Fortunately, a quote I'd read in a small cycling coffee table book helped me keep a lid on it.

"Don't throw your bike. It's not professional."

I can hear you laughing. It's funny now, but at that particular moment I was run right up against what I believe and what I think and how those two things aren't always the same thing and how much more potent the former can be. I realized I believed "tests" were always things to get an "A" on and that I was used to getting "A"s and when it didn't feel like an "A," because I had to just quit when my body failed, I immediately believed I had utterly failed, triggering a hugely negative emotional response.

Marc spent some time reminding me it was just a baseline test, something with which to gauge training effectiveness, and that most especially, a training test is NOT racing. Of course, my head knew all that and a small rational voice had been repeating the same thing in my head, but it took a few hours to come around. But, I think I'll be OK for the next session. First, I'll spend some time mentally preparing myself for it by reiterating to myself what it is and what it isn't. I also know some of the numbers to expect. But probably what will be most helpful in handling my inner hothead is simply knowing what numbers I want to beat. Yes, I know that's not the way you're supposed to go into a fitness test, but I'm not to a point where I can just dig as deep as I got without someone or something tangible to beat.

SO, the reason I'm sharing this with you, is because Marc says it's a common response. If this happens to you, I hope you'll do what I'm going to do, which is to forbid your feelings to determine what you will or will not do in terms of your training. Use science and reason to train, then come race day, top it off with a lot of heart and pop open the resultant can of high-octane whoopass.

Tuesday, January 01, 2008

St. Louis with my TRev teamies

There was a meeting, bit of friendly racin' plus feats of strength and silliness. Too much to really even talk about, but suffice it to say I AM AMP'D to get racing with these gals: Bri, Carrie, Katie, Pam, Kendi, Jessica, Chris, Teresa, Jamie and Allison.... We are gonna have us some fun. (Thanks, Jessica, for takin the pix)

And ... take a couple of minutes to enjoy a 'revolution'ary tune.