June 4, 2010

HOT weather riding, dressing, prepping

You may remember a while back, when it was MUCH cooler, I drafted up a post about riding when it's cold. Thankfully, as I write this, it's possibly the last thing on your mind - assuming you are reading this north of the equator. Under the same guise, however, it crossed my mind that there are are some things about HOT weather that make riding a challenge. Way back in '99, 2000, I remember the Warbird mentioning this from time to time -- "it's too stinkin' hot to ride", and similar. Who can blame him, or anyone else, for thinking this? In Kansas, the heat is accompanied by humidity - prompting a phrase that is the opposite of the number-excusing phrase muttered in the desert: "...yeah, but It's a dry heat." In Kansas, and much of the plains east of the Rockies, it's anything but.

Big deal, right? "It's hot". Boo-hoo, right?

Compared to cold weather, I would certainly prefer hot. However, there are similar concerns - some of them just as hazardous to your health as frostbite or hypothermia. It's hard to wrap ones head around it, though - because... well, it's "nice" out. It's sunny. It's pleasant. "What's the worst that could happen?" Winter carries with it obvious signs of caution: biting winds, frozen precipitation, snow, and icy temperatures all immediately prompt adding layers for protection, for example. Summertime, it's far easier to just bust out of the garage without a second thought. I've done it. Many have.
So, what to do? What to consider?

This is more of a general-condition post. Compared to the cold weather post, where I had individual sections devoted to parts of the body, this is more vague and focused on what you are trying to prevent - not so much on what you are trying to protect.

What are you protecting, though? The body. It is a very well-made instrument. Like any intelligently-made machine, there are devices in place that are designed to protect the most vital parts of the operation. Your organs and your brain are critical to proper operation and the body is designed to protect them at all costs.

Think about when it is so cold your body starts to shiver uncontrollably: that is an involuntary response that your brain triggers to engage muscle tissue to try and produce heat in order to maintain core temperature so you don't shut down. It's debilitating and frustrating, but it is happening because your brain has reached a point where it's decided to take matters into its own hands to prevent the core from freezing. In hot temperatures, the same kind of things can happen and it's vital to pay attention to your body. Unfortunately, the WAYS in which symptoms of trouble present themselves are more subtle in summer than in winter. Numb toes, shivering, are pretty obvious... but in summer, you can feel "terrific" right up to the point you pass out. Things to watch for: if you stop sweating. You start yawning but you're not tired. Sinus pressure. Popping ears. Dizziness. Fatigue or lethargy. Hallucinations or confusion. In some of these cases, you need a buddy to tell you there's a problem - heat stroke affects the brain, and the very confusion that it brings on can prevent you from having the cognition to do anything about it. One good tip is to recognize the early signs of overheating about yourself, and you will never have to worry about the more severe signs.

Disclaimers:
Tolerance for heat is a very personal matter. Those that were raised in southern climes will be far more used to heat and humidity that someone that lives just south of the Canadian border. There are some folks from Arizona that don't understand why Missourians complain when it's "only 95 degrees" outside. SO, find out where YOU are, geographically and personally, and adjust accordingly. For the record, I have lived and ridden in Kansas and Missouri all my life, and commuted to and from work here for a decade or so. I hope to shed some amount of light on how to prepare and be comfortable and safe when the thermometer soars above 85 degrees F. For those seeking a car-free existence, or looking to complete a portion of an R-12 in hot conditions, hopefully you'll find some things in here that will help! Finally, preparing for hot weather is dynamic, and often depends on many factors: How used to the conditions are you? What was the temperature yesterday? Is it windy? Is it dry? What's the dew-point, humidity, heat index? People are very adaptable, but there are real dangers that exist with exposure to hot conditions - and it must be considered that "tolerance" and "ignoring the warning signs" can often be confused.
Finally, there are MANY hot weather activities that can benefit from the advice contained here in this post - HOWEVER: I can only speak from my own experience. The advice I give here could be easily transfered from bicycling to jogging to roofing to lawn-care to highway construction -- BUT, the purpose of this post is for advice for bicyclists only. Also, none of this is truly my own information: you can read about summertime personal safety in MANY places in print and on the web - no matter what your activity, read something about it and protect yourself.

The thing to remember in any situation: your core temperature is 98.6ºF, nominally.
Your body will work to preserve that core temperature.
If it gets too high, you die. If it gets too low, you die. Period.
Exercise fights against this process. The more you work in hot weather, the more your body works to keep itself cool... but there are limits to what the human body can endure, and each year many people succumb to heat stroke, dehydration and - yes - death.
You can't fight it. You can't ignore it. But, you CAN help it along and enjoy your outdoor activity.
You will see methods and procedures listed below to help you stay cooler and safer during your summer-time cycling.

Disclaimer-part-deux: I am not a doctor. I don't even play one on TV, nor did I stay at a Holiday Inn Express last night. A lot of what is outlined below is common sense, and should be taken as advice only. If the National Weather Service or your momma says to stay inside because it's too hot, I'm inclined to agree with their advice. However, nobody can prevent anyone from going outside for a bike ride when the heat index is 183F, and nobody can make them drink water. You can lead a cyclist to water....

Another disclaimer? Whatever: the topic of HOT weather here is mainly from a long-distance randonneuring or club-riding perspective, but hot weather riding can still affect even the shortest commute. For commutes, think about options like rising earlier, pre-sunrise, and taking a really easy pace to the office in the morning. Save the "workout" for the afternoon, where a shower awaits. Getting really sloppy on the way to the office can make for longer-than-normal clean-up sessions in the restroom. Even if your office has a shower, once your core temp is up and your body is working, and even after cleaning off and "cooling" down, you can find yourself still sweating. Again, know thyself, and plan accordingly. Riding to work is one of the joys of summertime - but sometimes around here it can literally be 90 degrees and humid before the sun comes up. That can make you sweat like a pig just standing still, forget trying to ride a bike really, really slow. Stock your bag with deodorant, trim your hair shorter (men), allow extra time, and drink lots of ice-cold water.

Okay.. back to the longer-distance slant, although some of this can apply to commutes, too:


CLOTHING: The perhaps difficult thing for many to understand about hot weather riding is that you can only take off so much clothing. Compared to wintertime riding, modesty is a factor. It also needs to be mentioned that stripping down MAY NOT be the best way to cool off. We've all seen joggers and people mowing their lawn without shirts on, and while there are certainly some social implications here, I would argue that one stays cooler by staying covered up. This changes the approach from how much (or little) you happen to wear, to WHAT you wear.

You may already know from reading this blog that when it comes to clothing I am a true "cyclist and gear-geek". I touched on this in the cold-weather post and it holds true in the summer also. In the summer time there are those that bicycle in jeans and t-shirts, full-on work clothes, swim wear - whatever. Many things work for many people. I prefer cycling gear in the summer time, simply because it works far better than "normal" fabrics. I'm not "right" - it just works for ME.

Just like in winter, if you are DRY you are comfortable. Hypothermia is not a concern here, clearly - but staying dry in the summertime accomplishes much the same thing: Just like 95 degrees and 10% humidity feels more comfortable that 95 degrees and 60% humidity, paying attention to your "micro-climate" can make your body feel more comfortable and help maintain core temperature. You will sweat - period. In fact, if you DON'T sweat, you're in trouble. Sweat is your friend. How you handle that moisture can dictate how comfortable you are. The body is intelligently made, yes - but, your skin and body hair can only handle so much before their ability to maintain core temperature reaches a point of negative returns. With cycling, you may be sustaining a level of effort that flies in the face of what our ancestors did: in the heat of the day, REST, don't move much, don't exert much. When the body is telling us to take a break, we may be headed out for another 30 miles. How do you cope?

Without getting too techie, all fabrics absorb moisture to a certain degree. Cotton is extremely popular in just about any garment form - cotton is comfortable, affordable, and it does wick moisture: but that moisture tends to hang onto the fiber. The body sweats to keep itself cool, but it is not the fact that you are wet that is keeping you cool. Evaporation is critical and the process of sweat evaporating is what provides maximum cooling potential. Unfortunately, if the AIR around you is too humid, the moisture differential between your skin and the air passing over it is too narrow and cooling is not as efficient. Cotton tends to get wet and stay wet - so your micro-climate tends to have too much moisture hanging around the skin to affect good cooling - unless it's really dry outside. Add in the weight of water and how some cotton shifts can sag when wet and, as an athletic fabric, cotton is not the best. Wool, surprisingly enough, maintains "miracle fiber" status here in some ways just like it does in winter... although, personally, even the lightest wool jerseys feel too hot on my body above 80 degrees. We're talking about temps above 85 here. So, synthetics work well: polyester, and other blends. These fibers tend to absorb or wick moisture, but get rid of it very quickly. You'll see this reflected in the branding: "Hyper-Dry, Micro-Dry, Quick-Dry, Sport-Dry", or similar. The faster something dries, the more evaporative cooling it provides.

Try this test on a hot day: while the fabric you are wearing doesn't do anything chemically to your sweat, the comparison is sorta valid. Take a teaspoon of room temperature water and rubbing alcohol, respectively, and pour them onto different spots on your arm. You can feel the difference. Even though both liquids are at room temperature, the alcohol feels colder on your skin because it's evaporating faster. Technical fabrics are designed to soak up sweat from your body quickly, and then let it evaporate quickly. The transpiration of moisture from the fabric to the air provides more cooling potential than your bare skin alone can provide. This, of course, is offset by the humidity and dew-point of the surrounding air, but in general you will be cooler if you wear some sort of technical, "sport" fabric, as opposed to cotton or nothing at all. Sure, the water/alcohol test is more of a chemistry demonstration, but the effect is basically what the technical fabrics are trying to do for you.

If you are wearing a soaking wet cotton shirt, eventually the liquid held in the shirt will become heated - but will be slow to evaporate, which can make you feel hotter and more uncomfortable. Those that are walking around shirtless in the summertime under the guise of staying cooler were - arguably - probably wearing cotton before they went shirtless.

Wicking fabric, finally, does NOT have to take the form of a cycling jersey - although I personally still love the cooling potential of a 3/4 length zipper and the convenience of back pockets. Wicking fabric comes in form factors that allow the plain-clothes stealth-commuter to look "just like everyone else": golf shirts, t-shirts, baggy shorts with liners - there are many ways to do it. Price? You can spend as much as you want to - it doesn't have to be at a cycling store. Many discount chains carry a wide variety of $5.00-$15.00 sport shirts, and on the flip side you can spend up to $100 on technical base-layers at the local bike store. It just depends on what is "you".

Further - most of your body heat is lost through your head, something that still holds true in summertime: A well vented helmet is a good thing to have. To assist with cooling pick up a wicking helmet-liner, cap, sweatband or similar. Even if you have a full head of hair, just something to keep the sweat out of your eyes is a good addition.



DEHYDRATION: If you've read this blog for any length, you know this is a recurring theme here. Mainly, however, my experiences on the fringe of dehydration have been pretty mild: fatigue, tiredness, cramping and the like. Full-blown clinical dehydration can put you in serious jeopardy if it's not addressed immediately when riding. There are a few stages that I won't get into here, because are are many websites on the subject from a sports medicine perspective, and dehydration is probably not an unfamiliar topic for any cyclist or anyone that spends time outside. At best, dehydration can be annoying - at worst, you are talking about heat stroke and death. I've been hospitalized for dehydration, and I've been sidelined at events because of near heat-stroke. Neither are fun, and they are completely preventable. If you learn nothing else from these pages, learn from my mistakes and the myriad examples I've highlighted in the past about not drinking enough water while riding.

Drink before you're thirsty. In my forgetfulness, sometimes I resort to watching the clock and reminding myself to take a drink every ten minutes while riding in warm-to-hot weather, every five when it's "stupid hot" (ie, 100F+). Sweat takes water away from your tissues - you HAVE to replace it. There is no clear gauge on how much to drink because it's extremely individual. It will be based on fitness, level of exertion, body weight, pre-exercise hydration, electrolyte balance, tolerance to heat, your skin type, and more. If some water is good, then a LOT must be great, right? Well, no... there is such a thing as drinking too much water, which I'll touch on in a moment.

Electrolytes are important. Calcium, magnesium, potassium, sodium, to name a few, are critical elements that your body needs to maintain good nervous system function and muscle control. That's really a high-level explanation, but lack of electrolyte balance is essentially what causes cramping: your muscle fibers fire based on signals from the brain. If your electrolyte balance goes out of whack, certain fibers will fire out of sync with adjacent fibers, causing them to fight against each other in a painful way. Muscle lock-ups like this hurt, and can be ride-ending and injury-creating.

So, while straight hydration is important, if you find yourself with a crusty layer of salts on your skin, around your eyes, or in the creases of your skin around your joints, chances are you are going to need to replace the electrolytes you've lost though sweat. There are MANY ways to replace these elements, from capsules to sports drinks to pickle juice. It isn't important HOW you replace electrolytes and fluids: just DO. Plain water is fine on short rides because most of us get enough electrolytes from the food we normally eat - however, in hot conditions or on rides exceeding a few hours, supplementing electrolytes is important to prevent hyponatremia. This is a condition wherein you are technically "hydrated", but you don't have enough sodium in your bodily fluids to support what you're doing. Continuing to drink just plain water in this case can be just as dangerous as not drinking at all. Without opening up the "sugary sports drink" rhetoric, sports drinks do help in this area. Even a V8 drink or a bag of chips can help, but you have to have SOME "salts" in your body.

In either case (dehydration or electrolyte imbalances), watch for confusion, slurred speech, blurred vision, fatigue, a spaced-out look, sunken eyes, or lethargy as potential warning signs. For me it is sometimes popping ears, "sinus" pressure, and "dents" or deep impressions on my forehead from my hemlet or headband that tell me I'm not drinking enough. Watch your riding buddies, share supplies, and stay smart.

As with anything, moderation is key when it comes to electrolyte replacement and supplementation, and it's very personal: there is a lot of research regarding sodium intake and blood pressure, and how too much is a BAD thing. I tend to agree with this thinking, but I still take electrolyte tablets to avoid cramping. Do some research, and determine what is best for YOU and your unique body and set of circumstances. I know it's REALLY overused as statements go, but seriously: ask your doctor.

Finally, stay away from caffeine when it's 85+F. Tea, coffee, sodas. Sometimes, and I am very guilty here, there is nothing that lifts the spirits like an ice-cold Coke on a hot ride. Moderation is key. Caffeine is a diuretic and in continued doses can pull moisture out of your muscles and tissues, speeding your dehydration potential. I'd say that if you are supplementing with plenty of water - not "liquids", but WATER - then you'll generally be fine. Just don't make soda your primary fuel on long, hot rides. Alcohol, or beer: do I need to say it? I like a cold one on a hot day as much as the next guy, but that's reserved for afterwards, kicking my feet up in the shade after the ride is done.

Drink water often - it's a good idea.


SADDLE SORES: Wha? Yep... salty skin, combined with pressure, combined with heat can yield some bad saddle sores. Even if you don't normally get them, summer can create its own issues in this area. On LONG rides, sometimes I'll pack a spare pair of shorts (400K and above). For commutes this is generally not something I'll do, but: when you get to work, wash your shorts out and hang dry. The technical fabric (if you wear cycling shorts) will likely be dry by the time you need to ride home. Take care of your "parts", because hot temperatures and sweat can breed a nasty combination of bacteria in places you don't want them. It's far less gross to wash your shorts in the bathroom sink than it is to suffer. Be sure to use some kind of chamois creme, or powder, to help keep things dry, clean, protected on long rides. My favorite is Lantiseptic. This is not marketed as a cycling product, but it WORKS and comes highly recommended in the rando scene. Been using since 2007, and it simply works and it's cheap. Ask your pharmacist to order it - no prescription needed.


The Rest of You: Besides saddle sores, on longer rides it is a very nice "treat" to just wash yourself off a little at stops: face, arms, legs, neck deserve a cooling splash in the c-store sink. Comfort goes farther than just position on the bike and clothing choice - feel fresher, ride longer. Circling back to clothing and comfort and electrolyte loss, many styles of wicking fabrics can eventually become clogged with sweat and can lose some of their wicking and cooling ability over time. After hours in the saddle, your shorts can be in this scenario as well as your shirt or headband or cycling cap. Part of your c-store break routine or your post-commute clean-up process should include rinsing these items out WELL. Nothing else feels quite so good as putting a cool, damp cap (or doo-rag) back on your head before resuming riding, or a clean, damp jersey. There are many benefits here, so take the time at stops to refresh yourself and your clothing if bathroom privacy allows it.

In the same guise as saddle-sores, the rest of your body can react poorly to the sweaty, salty mess you can become after riding in the heat. Sweating out body salts adds a pretty abrasive coating to your skin. Your lips can suffer - so lip balm is still a good idea. An oft unmentionable part of your skin at the apex of each of your pectoral muscles, also the name of a small threaded fastener used to secure spokes to wheels, can become very irritated after hours in the saddle: combine salty sweat with the gentle motion of sweat clogged technical fabric against the protrusions here, and you've got pain - at least mild discomfort. Use band-aids or chamois creme here, to ward off this situation. Lantiseptic, my fave for saddle sore prevention, works well here. Seriously, they can scab over after a ride and make for a few days of continued tenderness and even bleeding - it's a goofy, teenage-giggly subject, but it needs to be addressed.

Around your face, the corners of your eyes and nose can become raw: avoid the temptation to wipe too much with your cycling gloves when sweat drips or your nose runs: instead, if you can spare the water, rinse first. Glasses complicate this if you wear them, so be safe -- don't create a situation where you can't see while you're rolling along. Do this as part of your off-bike c-store refresh routine.

Did I say glasses? I did: as an RX-wearer, I don't have a choice. My preference are Transistions lenses, and most RX plans will cover them. These are photo-chromatic; they darken in sunlight. On longer rides, or rides that begin before sunrise, I don't have to change lenses, change glasses. Handy... but this isn't really so much for the convenience factor for RX wearers; this is more to say to ANYone riding in the summertime: sun-glasses are a good idea. The corners of your eyes won't get quite as irritated if you don't squint as much, it reduces road glare from bright sun, reduces eye fatigue in general on bright days, and keeps summertime bugs, dust, pollen, and things like airborne grass clippings from a nearby lawn mower you passed from getting into your eyes. For non-RX folks, sunglasses are cheap, sold nearly everywhere you're going (c-stores) - and if you want to get crazy, the LBS has 'em, too. Can also help keep sun off your face, in general - good for preventing sunburn.



SUNBURN: I'm of the opinion that sunscreen is essential gear - as important as clothing. When it's warmer there is a good chance that you'll have exposed skin. Apply sunscreen, and reapply depending on the directions - even if you don't have a tendency to burn. The UV-reflective/scattering/absorbing properties of the chemical compounds in sunscreen act in a way that literally shades your skin - and you will FEEL significantly cooler because of it while riding, in addition to protecting your skin. If you feel cool, you are more comfortable, which translates to a better riding experience. Even on short afternoon commutes home it is a good idea, and on longer rides sunscreen can make things more enjoyable by a large factor. Your neck, nose and the sides of your face are critical, as well as your knees, legs and arms - even the backs of your hands. If you don't wear a helmet liner of some kind, don't forget the top of your head: getting burned through your helmet vents can happen. From a long-term perspective, even though sunburns heal the damage your skin sustains is cumulative. Skin cancer is serious business, and - trust me - you don't want it. As cyclists, we spend a lot of time outdoors - it's our lifestyle, our choice, our preference: be sure you are protecting yourself so you don't pay for your time in the saddle later in life.

Sunscreen makes money. In some cases manufacturers have turned to boutique-style marketing wars to get your dollars. Some promise convenience; spray-on sunscreen is very handy but expensive considering how little you get in a can, so be wary of gimmicks and trademarked ingredients. Don't be discouraged, or think that you're buying the "wrong" kind if you want to save a buck. Know this: "SPF" or Sun Protection Factor, is a laboratory-measured indication of a sunscreen for its effectiveness at blocking UV rays for a certain period of time. So, a $20 bottle and a $5 bottle of the same quantity may very well do the same darn thing. Claims like "#1 dermatologist-recommended" may be worth the money, but seriously: read the labels. Some sunscreens only block UV-B, and do nothing for UV-A, for example. As cyclists, look for "sport" brands that are sweat-proof, or "dry" formula - to keep stinging chemicals out of your eyes, and to keep it from running off your skin after only a few miles in the heat. Sweat-proof or not, however, remember to reapply per the directions especially if you sweat a LOT like I do. Just use SOMETHING, especially if you have a skin type that warrants it.


Other Tips and Tricks from the Dude-arsenal:
While staying dry can help speed evaporative cooling, sometimes it gets SO humid it almost doesn't matter what you wear or what you do. In cases like this, sometimes I just want to feel the cooling effects of ice-cold water on my body. One way I've done this in the past is to take a sandwich-sized zipper-top baggie, fill it with cubed or crushed ice, and close it. Then, make a tiny, tiny pin-prick sized hole in one of the bottom corners of the baggie. Put the baggie into your center rear jersey pocket. Ride. Your body heat will melt the ice, and the occasional drip of icy water will make you feel a little cooler. It's nice. But, it's not for everyone, obviously.

Another trick, learned from Ort of Texas: same kind of effect, but used a little more smartly: take a neckerchief or bandanna, lay it out on a table unfolded. Put crushed or cubed ice in the center of it, and then proceed to enclose that ice by folding up the garment into the familiar triangular shape - then drape the resulting ice pack around the back of your neck. The ice will melt, saturate the fabric, and drip down around your carotid arteries - which, smartly, cools you down at a much deeper level. Replenish ice at rest stops, which should be often and evenly spaced when it's super hot out.

I mentioned before that nothing satisfies like a cold soda on a hot day --- but don't open it too fast. Insist on CANS, and upon purchasing and before drinking, hold said can under your left armpit. I don't really think the side of your body matters as much as simply doing it, but hold it up under there. The same arterial cooling affect really helps get your core temperature back out of the clouds at rest stops - and it won't cool the soda so much that its unpleasant to drink. Just take a few minutes to do this, and then enjoy the drink.

I've seen a few people take kinda slushy ice from the bottom of a drink cooler (like on a supported ride, where you leave your cooler in the shade) and form it into something of a loose ice-ball, and then shove it down into their helmet vents. The conical shape of the helmet vents sorta holds it in place while you ride, and then you have a steady stream of fresh water running down your neck and face. For me, I wear prescription glasses, and the drips made things hard to see, so I don't normally even try this method... but I can see how it would be pretty neat. Maybe just at the stops, eh?

Water for me... inside and out. Along the same lines as the above, I've been known to douse myself with water , errr... "down unda" ... on hot, hot days for a cooling bit of relief for the area you're sitting on. A little sip for my insides, and a little squirt for the rest of me. Just remember: you need more of that water for your insides, so don't douse yourself so much that you end up not drinking enough. Again, the power of the three back pockets on a real cycling jersey: carry an extra bottle for dousing.

Road glare and squinting can be maddening on a hot, clear day. While some models don't keep sweat out of my eyes very well, I still prefer the shade that the brim of a good cycling cap provides. It keeps eye fatigue at a minimum, and protects most of your face from sunburn. Just remember to make sure you can see the road, and any obstacles - although most cycling caps brims are minimalist enough not to cause problems.

To save a buck or three, and avoid refined or concentrated sugars (if that's your thing), there are a lot of neat "sports drink delivery" options out there, too, for electrolyte replacement. My faves take on the form of effervescent tablets that dissolve quickly in a bike bottle, and provide a bit of flavor and electrolytes for your body. Camelbak makes some, as do other companies like Nuun and Zym. You can also buy little flavor packs of Gatorade and other brands like GU (GU Brew, formerly GU2O), and larger tubs or bags or capsules or drops of all sorts of different sports drinks and electrolyte replacement supplements. Yeah, and I just scratched the surface there. Read the labels, know what you're using, and note that some of them contain caffeine. Whatever you do, however, no matter WHAT: don't drink Cytomax. That stuff has got lactose in it. You're gonna drink that, you're gonna cramp up, and you're gonna puke in a ditch. Then you're gonna die. Have a good ride, though! That's an inside joke, by the way - I have no real reason to believe Cytomax will kill you, because I haven't used it.

No matter WHAT you drink while riding, keep it cool, Charlie: Insulated bottles and packs: a few companies make insulated water bottles, and they really do work. My favorites are the "chill" and the new "ice" models from Camelbak. The "ice" model is pretty expensive for a bottle, but the insulation sounds a lot like some kind of aero-gel, and apparently is really amazing. The Chill models have worked just fine for me, and I even find the drinking spouts superior to the normal bike bottle. Polar is another company that makes insulated bottles, and I'm sure there are others. Check your favorite retailer - they work on hot days. Just note, the capacity is a little less than a normal bike bottle, so make sure you plan your stops so you don't run out of liquids. Insulated panniers have been seen before, as well as insulated rack trunks -- although it's a lot harder to drink out of a rack trunk than it sounds.

Extra bottles can be good: I may have mentioned this before, but it ties into my next tip: KNOW YOUR ROUTE. I hate to really spell it out, because I've been stupid before - you know that if you've read this blog. Bike choices, fit, forgetting to drink, getting lost, etc. We've all done it. The LAST place you want to be is on the side of a blistering hot highway, off the route, and out of water. These things can be prevented, and while I'd argue there is never such a thing as a "routine ride", the winter and summer are two extremes, seasonally, where preparedness pays. Have a map, have a phone, have GPS if you choose, have an idea where you're going, what you're riding through, make sure your bike is in good working order, have spares where appropriate. Look at an online map program, map out c-stores and gas stations, and plan to carry enough water between each one to make it. Some brevets around this region feature sections with 100-150 kilometers between controls. In one case, on a 1,000km route, it's 89 miles to the next town. Contrast to denser areas like the Lone Star Randonneurs region, and some places on the east coast, perhaps California (guessing here a little) - you can look at a cue sheet, and see that controls are 60 miles apart, but you know there are generally towns and gas stations every 12 miles. BUT MAKE SURE. On some of the local routes here, that's not the case - and you are literally looking at four hours of pedaling before you see another house, much less a Kwik-Mart. Make sure you know this, and don't find out the hard way: ask your RBA, don't wait for them to tell you it's like this in the parking lot at the ride start. Know your personal needs, and carry what you need. Don't follow minimalist trends when it comes to hydration and nutrition. If it works for you, do it. In this case, if you don't want to carry four bottles all day long, arrange a bag drop, or - use that aforementioned insulated cooler on your rack, and fill it with 20oz water bottle at that last control before the long section. Get creative - just don't get dead.

Finally, use your network:
Facebook, Twitter, email, text messages - even if it's your Mom in Vancouver (whatever)..... regardless of season, it's a good idea to let SOMEONE know that you are out there, riding. Tell them where. Forward them a cue sheet. Even if you know it's gonna take a miracle to get Jim-Bob outta bed to come pick you up, let him know where you're gonna be. Let them know when you're back safe. Wife, sister, cousin, stranger in line at Starbucks -- who cares? Tell someone you're going out, and guarantee that if the worst happens they are probably going to look for you, or at least wonder and call someone.


Summer is definitely the "cyclist's season": racing is ramped up, more people are on the roads and trails, and the organized ride calendars are full of good rides of all flavors. Above all else, be SAFE. Just like "riding to the right" and staying responsible in traffic, it is important to take care of your engine. While this - and MOST of my posts - are exhaustive (exhausting?), this is not an exhaustive list of everything that could potentially await you on a long, hot summer ride - but maybe you found a couple things that get you thinking, a few things you can use on your next hot-weather ride, long or short.
Just remember to be SAFE, have fun, ride smart, listen to your body, and keep yourself topped off with fluids. If there are heat index warnings posted in your area, take every precaution. Most advisories will specifically say "stay indoors and avoid strenuous activity"... but sometimes, I know too well, the call to ride is too loud - or, if at work, you've just gotta get home. Ride with a friend, watch each other, carry extra water or plan a route that takes you near c-stores and water stops. When times get rough, don't push it: stop, rest, find shade, pull the speed back down. Sip water until you feel human again. Make a phone call if you need to. Cut the route short. Take the bus home from work. You can always ride again... no-one is keeping score. Make a conscious decision that no matter what ride you start, no matter your personal goal, you'll finish it on your terms, healthy and safe.


Thanks for reading, and stay cool!

May 30, 2010

Dark Side Ride - May 2010

It had been a long time since I'd thrown together a Dark Side Ride, so I bit the bullet, checked the forecast - and smiled - and sent out the emails.
The route, tried and true.
The group, solid.
Noah wrote up a great photo-companion here on his blog.  I don't even bother busting out the camera when Noah rides with us - he's got a good eye, and is fast on the draw.  Hard to compete when I'm carrying a lowly Palm Centro "camera", especially after dark.  

In fact in addition to the photos his write up is stellar, so I'm not going to reinvent the wheel here.  Just know this:  if you are the least bit interested in what it's like to ride after dark to the tune of 30-to-40 miles at a modest 13.5mph average, scan this page and join the Dark Side Ride's mailing list.  All that I ask is that you read and understand the rules... but the best advice I can give:  see Noah's blog post again, and check out the photos.  You should look like we do.  You'll do fine, and we'd love to have you along!

Some highlights...

1)  The sounds of night are SO different, and I really love them.  Assuming you stay away from major roads and traffic dies down like it normally does, the entire area changes.  Roads are quiet, as they were Friday night, the frogs sing, the light fades, bugs come out - usually after our lights - and, if you're lucky, a whippoorwill might be calling.  Traditionally heralded as the call of bad luck, I suppose it was fitting to hear the call from the side of the road as we climbed a 15-17% grade on the return route.  No, not all of the DSR routes are that hilly... just this particular one.

2)  In this age of streaming audio, MP3s, SD cards, and multi-functional phones with speakers - well, there is something about the night that begs "techno".  Groove, trance, or just a good tempo to keep the legs moving.  I've made this a habit in the last 10-15 miles of many a long brevet that ends after dark - especially if I find myself alone.  It was just kinda fitting this time out, about 2/3 of the way back to the start line, I busted out the phone and punched up SomaFM's Groove Salad.  The other-worldly, tinny, unidirectional taps and samples emanating from my back pocket just seemed to fit the moment.  Before long, others joined in as the groups spread out on the road.  Pretty flippin cool

3)  Something else that other rides don't offer, and I can't take credit for it:  radio support.  Noah brought along some FRS radios, and the front and back of the group was able to stay in contact.  This was especially helpful during the flat we had, and the other mechanical we experienced later on.  It kept the group from getting too spread-out, and kept the slowest riders protected and accompanied.  A good system.... system.... sysysysstem.... doom doom doom doom doom doom doom doom the system... is down.... the system... is down... DO_DOO-DA DOOO!!!!   Yeah, thanks, Noah & DB... that's been in my head for DAYS NOW.  LOL!!!!

4)  Lights, lights, lights.  I love the enabling power of LED lights affixed to bicycles.  The shackles of daytime are cast off, and cyclists take off into the night.... growing ever smaller in the distance, finally blinking out as tiny red dots on the horizon.  Cool.  Headlights have become amazing... from the sheer candlepower bombs of the latest LED helmet lights and other battery-powered wonders, to simple $16 flashlights attached to handlebars with silicon wristbands.  EVERY possible combination of ingenuity and technology meet at these rides.  There's a LOT of ways to do it.  You're probably not wrong, whatever system you run.  If you DO happen to be wrong, your ride leaders carry spares.

5)  Ever see the moon rise from a bicycle?  You're missing out.

6)  Descending on a c-store at all hours like a rogue biker gang... except we're dressed like traffic wardens.  Sweeet confusion for the locals.  

7)  Contrast to the revving engines and close-call flybys of daytime riding, the last few DSR rides we might as well have been in France being cheered by the locals.  Tongue-in-cheek or not, who cares?  There is nothing that lifts the spirits like the cheers of teenage girls in passing cars while you ride your bike.  Nothing.  

Come join us... the Dark Side has cooler weapons.



May 23, 2010

I can't feel my chain!

This was to be the big test - the longest ride since the BG Fit I'd had done a month ago.  After the 75 mile "Good Day Off" ride that I had a few weeks ago, I was a little nervous about knocking off 600K - and since I missed the 400K, also, it made sense to stick to the shorter distance - if you can ever really call 125 miles a "short ride".  There were back issues, tightness, and a nagging shoulder that until only a few days ago I finally managed to get worked out with a couple steam room and self-massage sessions.  FINALLY, things were falling into place.  

The nine riders that showed up for the 600K rode past me down K-32 in the early morning light as I was still making my way to the KCK motel where the 200K would start from.  Part of me really wanted to be out there with them, but - patience.  I arrived at the hotel, and was pleased to see about the same number of folks unpacking for the 200K ride, so at least I wouldn't be riding alone.  Robert on the recumbent, Kent F. was there, and two new riders Gary and a lady whose name I didn't catch riding a brilliant pink Waterford, plus a few other faces that I didn't recognize.  A good crowd!

The weather was simply magnificent.  After enduring weeks of rain and late-March-like temperatures, something finally broke overnight.  The wind had shifted around to the south, and the temperatures were already in the 60's.  Nice!  The sky was clearing out, too -- it was going to be a really nice, sunny day.  Far better than riding in the greyish haze that'd been the norm for the last month.

The one thing that the fit has definitely provided was more power to the ground - seemingly.  On the longer distance, the 75 miler, I noticed that I was able to maintain speed on the flats for longer periods of time.  My average speeds, even with the winds staying out of the north and northeast in the mornings, had been increasing.  The unknown was whether or not this was some kind of fluke, and things would even out after 80-90 miles and I'd slow back down like I always seem to.  The key was to try and not go out too awful fast.

Well, that's always optimistic.  I'm nothing if not predictable:  I will probably ALWAYS go out too fast.  I don't know why.  Queue the usual speech from Bob Burns, a few questions, and we're off.  South on 78th Street, partially shielded by trees the south wind didn't feel that strong yet - but it didn't matter.  The hills were there, and I was finding my usual way of warming up - climbing.  I like climbing.  I'm not the best at it, but I like it.  I was not alone.  I'd later meet them and go through formal introductions on the road - something I'm always a little slow about:  I tend to start most rides without saying much at all.  Mike, from St. Louis area, is a good climber.  Lean, muscular, tall (from my perspective, but not as tall as Kent F.) and fit, riding a Scott C1r, he'd turn out to be a welcome companion today.  Mark, the Navy guy, riding an Indy Fab Club Racer (tigged steel, very nice) and a wearing a hard-earned California Triple Crown jersey was a powerhouse on the flats:  more on that later.  Rounding out the lead group was Kent F. on his steel LeMond, and Gary - a first time brevet rider - on his olive green LHT, joining me in the "fender'd touring bike" category.  The five of us must have had the right breakfast, and the slight cross/tail wind along K-32 helped matters, as we spun along at 22 MPH on the board flat terrain.  Things were looking good, but I couldn't help having the thought "you're going too fast" rifle through my head every ten minutes.

Edwardsville, Bonner Springs, and Loring Road... all came in a flash and were gone.  Finally realizing (doy, dude, you ain't THAT strong) that I wasn't going to make any miracle breakaways, I settled in next to Mike and we chatted it up, still flying along at 22 MPH or so alongside the railroad tracks.  Mike talked about board-flat brevet routes in St.Louis and western Illinois, and I was reminded of MV24, and how flat that ride was.  In an instant as we turned west on Loring Avenue, the word "flat" left our vocabulary, and I was shown that Mike's game was indeed climbing.  Probably 20 lbs lighter than me, and on a much lighter bike.... sure, sure, it shouldn't matter, but it crossed my mind or half a second:  give me a Roubaix S-works and SRAM Red...  nah:  give me more time to build fitness on this new fit and drop another ten pounds, more like.  Mike was agile and spirited on the long climbs, spinning a beautiful cadence and making headway.  Kent F., tall and lean as well, joined him.  I held my own, but it was a humbling moment.  More work to be done.  I spun out my own rhythm, "Ullrich style", and eventually joined back up.  Mike and Kent would make me work for position on more than a few occasions today.  Good training!

The three of us rolled down the big hill on 158th street, avoided a confused-looking dog that was literally just wandering along the middle of the road - no interested in us at all, just walking along - and finally flattened back out along Golden Road, with a freight train rolling along in the adjacent field.  Green grass, water still standing from last week's heavy rains, sweet smells on the breeze and the feeling of warm sunshine on my arms... I needed this ride today... feeling good.  

Linwood, KS., and the first control - a control that comes too soon, really - and only an hour and five minutes to get there.  Not bad... not bad at all.  Too fast.  Slow down.  Cards signed, drinks, a short rest, and the five of us were back together again for the next leg - the long leg to Ottawa, KS.  K-32 west is generally all uphill, and the crosswind was growing a bit.  I took point and pulled Mike and the group for a few miles as we made our way to the "fun turn" at 222nd street, the first turn south, into the growing wind.  

Ugh.  The speedfest would come to an abrupt end as we turned south, and Mark chimed up..."now the fun starts!".... yeeehaw!  Whipping wind, steady at 20+ MPH already and the day was young.  Gusts.  Trees in song, powerlines whisting.  This was going to be a long leg.  Despite the thoughts of slog and suffer, we stayed smart and grouped up - five strong, me, Gary, Mark, Mike, Kent working together and taking long pulls - as long as we could stand.  Mark, the diesel, showed the value of big shoulders and a slow, strong cadence:  it reminded me of drafting behind Byron R. back in the day.  Just a big machine...   Kent, long and lean and strong - consistent.  Mike... the high cadence metronome... good pulls all around, and I tried my best to keep the rhythm up when my turn came.  One at a time, the southbound landmarks came:  Eudora.... check.  

Eudora... nice little town:  the construction finally complete, it was the first time I'd seen the little town for what it was - and I wouldn't mind living out here, actually.  We crossed K-10, and saw a couple sign-boards outside the local high school announcing that Graduation ceremonies were to commence at 1:00pm.  We joked to each other that if we kept up a good pace we could make it back in time.  Yeah, right.  It was just crossing 9:00am, and there was a lot more road to cover, most of it into the wind, before reaching the halfway point. 

DG-460 and the beginning of the hills... check.  The Kansas River watershed is huge, by the way...  US-56...check.   Getting closer to Wellsville, KS., and a Casey's, which would be a good spot to top off bottles.  DRINK!  

On a few occasions, I thought how easy it would be to do what I usually do after trying too hard to stay in the lead group:  drop out.  Fall back.  Find my own pace.  Today, however - maybe it was me, maybe I was enabled by the improvements the fit was yielding - I banished those thoughts, and took another pull at the front.  On a couple occasions, I got nervous that I'd gone too much:  first, my left knee started to smart a little.  Uh, oh... I kept pushing, and actually said a few words to the heavens about it.  It was interesting to me, and kind of an omen, that the pain started up in exactly the same place that I remember Ort's knee giving way, just north of crossing the Kansas River near Eudora.  I still feel badly about that day - I feel badly that I gave advice that might have made matters worse - and I feel empathy in a big way, because if something would happen that would take me out of the bicycle game, I don't know if I'm strong enough of a person to find another outlet, to cope, to be able to do without something that has molded me as a person, and has helped me deal with life.   I wondered about Karma... I questioned a lot, just in a few seconds while I pedaled and considered what my left knee was telling me.  In a few miles, the pain faded - never to return.  Later, the right leg did something similar - but it also passed... growing into the fit?  Passing another wall?  Who knows... but I asked for a break, quietly, to myself, and to Whomever might have heard me.  For those confused, I'll be clear:  I may not have demonstrated it directly in the past - but I know the talents I've been given, the health, the will, the strength to ride; they truly are gifts.  I don't take them for granted, not for a second.

We made it into Wellsville and paused at the Casey's there, shocked to see other riders... not just any riders; riders that were decked out in reflective gear and equipment that are only appropriate if you are a randonneur.  They were 600K riders.  Ughhhh.... these are guys that started an hour ahead of us, and here they were, fixing a flat that looked to be giving more problems that the norm.  We offered up help, but they were making it work.  It was hard to leave them - thoughts of how much time they had lost, how far they had to go -- man.  We never should have seen them, no matter how fast we five had been riding so far.  Reluctantly, we carried on.

K-68 finally came, marking the last time we'd have to deal with the strong headwinds directly - a quick ride west on the highway shoulder, the Casey's at Ottawa, and we'd be home-free to enjoy a strong tailwind blast back north.  With more of a crosswind than a direct headwind, we were all feeling pretty good about the ride so far.  Mike even remarked at one point - a reference to a anicdote from a Lance Armstrong book - about how he was feeling so strong he "couldn't feel his chain!"  I was feeling pretty darn good, too... come to think of it, the bike felt really smooth and so did the legs.
 PSSssss.....fffftttt....fffftttt....ffftttttt.....   ugh, flat!  Kent became victim to what was probably a slow leak, and eventual low-pressure pinch flat on one of the highway shoulder's many pavement joints.  We all stopped and took advantage of at least the opportunity to rest a little, while Mark and Kent made quick work of the tube change and tire inspection.  Ten minutes, tops, and we were rolling again.  
Back to business, the little rest apparently took more out of me than I imagined... funny thing about rest:  stay off the bike too long, and it's hard to get the same pace back.  Like a freight train throttling up, I slowly advanced up through the gears until I was maintaining a good pace again, but Mark was on point and was hard to stick with despite the good draft from his wide shoulders.  Eventually I was reeled up by Kent, and the two made their way up the road.  About mile 58, the first difficulty of my day, I felt a little tired, a little weak, a little hungry.  I still had the feed-bag method employed, tiny handlebar bag with treats inside, but I hadn't been eating regularly - call it the heat, maybe the pace.  I took out a quick snack, even though we were very close to the control, and took in some water.  Might as well drink more:  the heat was coming up quicker now, and there was no sense saving water with the control so close by.  Something inside me angered a little, though... anger at myself.  Instead of being complacent and being satisfied with my place on the road, I found myself asking myself something to the effect of "what, you're giving up?", and upping the RPMs.  After a half-mile, I'd found a wheel again. 
Ottawa!  Casey's!  Cheese pizza, a 5hr. Energy shot (one of my brevet regulars now, instead of caffiene so much), and a Mtn Dew (whaddid I just say about caffiene?).  Water, water, water.  I'm not sure what the temperature was at that point, but it was far hotter than it'd been in months.  MANY months.  Humid, also.  Bottled were filled, and I relished in Powerade Zero and water from the bathroom taps (who pays for water??, as Danny C would say).  Drink, drink, drink.  I've had far too many personal disasters with hydration, and for me it's water, water, water and more water -- 32oz. Zefal Magnum water bottles, available at most bike stores at least via special order, or Nashbar.  Nothing is bigger, unless you want to wear a hydration pack, or you're lucky enough to have 3-pair of waterbottle bosses on your bike frame.  Drink often - and don't get behind.  On these longer, warmer rides I've gotten into the habit of looking at the clock and making sure I'm drinking at least a sip every ten minutes.  I almost think I need a watch that beeps at me, until it becomes an engrained habit.  In fact, I think my phone has a chime feature..... hmmm.... might be good in training.
After 15 minutes or so, the 600K riders that we'd left back in Wellsville pulled in.  Whew... they're still inside the time checks, but a long day was awaiting.  From here they'd continue west, to Emporia, KS., and then north to Junction City.  Yeesh... again, that feeling that part of me wanted to follow them... but I still hadn't crossed into unknown territory with my fit on the bike, so I was nervous about the return trip at the 200K level - forget 600K today!  Working hard as a group, we'd managed to stay somewhat together and average 16.8 MPH to the halfway point, which was pleasing considering the headwind.  The big question was not IF, but WHEN on the return trip I'd pay for it.  Sure, we'd have a tailwind - but you still have to pedal, and there are the hills to consider.  80 miles?  90?  When would I begin my usual 200K limp homeward... my usual permanent and brevet finish condition?  The payment for going out too fast would come due, surely, and I was ready for it - I can solo.  More than half the first R-12 run was earned that way, after all.  But, with the fit changes would I hurt more, or less, this time?
After everyone was filled up and ready, I emerged from the Casey's to find my bike moved, and someone elses in its place - but more interestingly, I saw a Cateye Strada wireless computer, white, laying on the ground... "hey, someone has a computer just like... waitasec...."  Glancing at my handlebars, my computer was missing... IT was the one laying on the ground.  "What the...  c'mon!"  At some point, my bike did what it's done on three other occasions:  gotten into a wreck of some kind.  Without me on it.  More than likely, the wind caught it and it rolled backwards, pitched the front wheel, and tipped over - this time pushing the right brake hood inward a smidge, and popping the computer off the mount.  Also, another scratch on the rear derailleur.  Fine.  Nice.  These are the kind of mental thorns I don't like - totally not neccessary to deal with.  Check everything, is everything tight?  Are the brakes centered?  Anything cracked?  Loose?  What failures will reveal themselves, and when, on the rest of the ride??  Ugh.  All was seemingly well, and nothing in my seatbag was long enough to reach the brake-hood binder bolt, so it'd have to do in its new spot.  Carry on. 
It had gotten noticably hotter since we'd gone inside.  Wow... especially without the cooling effects of the headwind, we really noticed and remarked about how warm it'd gotten.  Most of us, within a few seconds of those remarks, took an extra drink from our bottles.  There's no time like the present to acclimate to the Kansas heat!  Not content to just let the wind push us back home, the speeds came up again.  18....20.....23MPH... uphill.  Dodging rumble strips and pebbles and debris, we all got into individual rhythms and pedalled along the K-68 shoulder, feeling good.  Looking around at the scenery, it was a perfect day... I love it out here.

Another thing I will say about Mike, from St. Louis; he's a model randonneur.  I find myself going into head-down mode and pedaling away, oblivious - maybe that's because I find myself alone so often, that I don't remember how to behave when I'm in a group.  I start conversations late, forget to say "hi".   Mike was obviously the strong-man of the day, physically.  More than a few times, his orange jersey would often start getting smaller and smaller up the road ahead of me.  Climbing, flats, whatever -- he is a strong rider.  But, he's not the kind of rider that CARES that he's strong:  at every corner, sometimes just at little turn-offs or driveways - and sometimes just in the saddle - he'll stop, put a foot down, and wait for you.  I dig that.  Sure, part of me wanted to chase him down and catch him outright, just to see if I could - but it was nice that he'd lift up on the gas, and wait for us to rejoin him.  A class-act.  The intersection of K-68 and Tennessee Road was no exception, and as our group of three - Kent, Mike and I arrived there, we stopped and waited for Gary and Mark to catch up.  While we waited, though, someone approached us from the corner farmhouse there - the resident, on foot, crossing the road - and put me in a place I haven't been since back in February '08, in Texas.  The "randonneur zone".....(cue creepy four-note piano music)...

"You some of them "preveyers?" she called out.

"Yup... oh, and it's a "B"... "Bre-vet"", I answered.  Since I was the one that spoke, she latched on.  

The next four minutes or so, I'm not exactly sure what happened.  I politely explained what it was the sport entailed, where the word "brevet" came from, and what it meant, and what we were working towards as riders.  At some point, I was asked if I liked it out in the country more than I liked it in Olathe, where I'd told her I was from.  (of course I liked it more, yes)  We briefly touched on bicycling as pure recreation, or as transportation... well, that latched me in deeper because I commute - and I'm proud of that.  Then she brought up resource use, and whether or not we as riders ate more or or less food than normal on rides like this, than on a typical day.  From there, however, there was a sharp left turn into late-night talk radio territory.  It was like I blacked out for a second, literally  asking to myself "how did we get HERE?" -- she started talking about how you can hear the radio waves, and how things out in the country bounce off things, and if she knew my name she could tune into my energy and maybe converse with me on a subconscious level.  Wha???  I noticed right around that point, that there were mumbles about "uh, we have to keep moving", and one by one Mark, Mike, Kent and Gary all started to roll away.  Uh, guys?  I was trapped in a black hole of confusion and conspiracy theory, locked in conversation with someone that had been exiled to the edge of reason and sense... but I can't be rude, can I?!  I took the first escape route I could... as she mentioned that my friends had left, as if I hadn't noticed.... the clock was ticking, and "while I enjoyed our conversation, it doesn't look like my friends are going to wait for me"... like a fish that had just been caught and released, freedom!!!  I sprinted to catch them, for fear of being consumed by some sort of Art Bell granola-powered vegan tractor-beam.

Rejoined, we all had a good chuckle about what I'd gotten myself in to, and proceeded to really relish the first taste of the monster tailwind that had strengthened since we'd come down the road last.  The sun was high, and so were our gears... it was hammer-time.  Before I could blink, we were clearly not taking the return trip "easy".  On much longer distances, the smart randonneur uses the tailwind to conserve energy for those times when they won't have the help, like on a loop route.  Today, I think we all knew that it was a rare treat, that the worst was over, and that we were more than halfway finished.  Today, we were going to work, and use the wind as turbo boost.  Warp-drive, more like.  23mph.... 27...... 32MPH..... TOP gear.... something the Kogswell seldom sees, but I'm glad its there for days like this, rare as they are.  Mike sets a hard tempo, and the hills are coming fast - but I'm feeling gutsy, so I try to keep pace, but MAN... he's a hard man to catch.  It's only when he lets off the pace a little that I can bridge up.  There's so much tailwind, there is zero benefit from drafting, so catching a wheel... it doesn't even matter.  We're FLYING. 

 I finally manage to pass him climbing the hill near the intersection of DG-1061 and DG-460 (roughly 159th street), and we proceed to enjoy the long downhill that takes us back into the Kansas River watershed.  Right in the middle of a sentence, Mark BLASTS past us on the left.... and I mean, like a jet plane passing a Cessna.  Mike and I were "cruising along" at 28 MPH+, seriously, in high gear, and Mark just dumped the gas from behind us, hammering down the hill.  I let out a holler and jumped up on the pedals to try and answer, and got close... but in a flash Mike is on my left, as I fall into the saddle, spent.  But, we're both nearly on top of Mark and right as I drop back into the saddle, my computer blinks over 40 MPH.... JUST for a half-second.  !!!!!!   I've never been a sprinter....I've never top-gear mashed out that kind of number before, on a flat?!  Okay, Okay... at this point, the tailwind is HOWLING at gusts to over 30 MPH.... I had help, but MAN what a feeling!!!  Mike confirmed his computer blinked over to 40.5 MPH when he passed Mark... but, Mark... like I'd mentioned earlier in this post - what a monster:  even after that fly-by he managed to take point and hold it at near 30 MPH for the next five miles, and Mike and I stayed on for the fun.

...and only because of Kent's flat tire and my conversation with the lady at K-68 did we miss graduation back in Eudora by 20 minutes.  NOT BAD, considering how far fetched it sounded to make it back here that fast.  In fact, Mike posited that we'd made the last 12 miles in something like 25 minutes.   Duuuuuuude.

The fun wouldn't last forever, though -- traffic and a few turns in Eudora slowed the pace, and stiffened the legs, and the run across the Kansas River was a little slower, and then the hills pitched back in as we approached K-32 from the south for the turn east towards Linwood and the final control.  Turning east, while we still had a little bit of a tailwind as the gale took on more of a southwest slant, it was not as much of a boost as before.  We made it into Linwood in good time, and I noticed myself having a little bit of a buzzing head and fatigue... ugh, dude... DRINK DRINK DRINK!  The Linwood control was a flurry of air-conditioning, rest, drink grabs, face washing, and more drinking.  In the power-fest of the run back north, I'd let myself slip a little.  Typical.  

I spent the next five miles drinking.  And drinking.  And drinking more.  32 oz, one full bottle, just to start to feel better.  Kent and Mike took point while I silently suffered through trying to rebuild my hydration base while riding along, still at 18+ MPH most times, buffeted by crosswinds.  Even as the road pointed north again, I just didn't have quite the push as before - but I found that inner fire flaring up again... "get on it, man... push!"... and so it was.  Gearing down, I spun up the longest, steepest hills of the day.  While I didn't catch Mike and Kent I didn't completely falter into limp-mode, either.  Reaching the intersection of Loring Road and Loring Avenues, there they were waiting - so I stopped in, and waited too for Mark to catch up.  Admittedly, his monster pacemaking on the flats and downhills didn't translate well to these hills, so we hung out a bit and let him catch up.  Only a few more miles to ride.

More flat, more tailwind... angled, but there.  Mike and Kent were still strong, and started to up the pace yet again.  At this point, I was content to just sit, spin and enjoy the railroad flybys and scenery... but, something in my gut wanted to dig deeper again, so I shifted and tested my "new" legs again.  Sure, I was a little tired, but the push was still there - why not use it?  Each mile I complete quickly will be one less that I have to lumber through when I finally DO crack.  Despite a few brief moments where I figured I'd lose them, I always felt pretty connected - and when they'd gain a little ground, I'd spin up and latch back on again, even took a couple more pulls for good measure.  Eventually, though, I'd be caught out by the last of the hills on 78th Street, the final road before the finish.  Mike is just too good a climber, and I made the mistake of starting off in the wrong gear, losing momentum and adding burn to the legs.  Oh well... it's a personal test, NOT a race.  I managed to get a little bit of rhythm back, but it was too little, too late - but I still managed to keep Mike and Kent within 1/4 mile of me, which - considering ALL this time I'd actually been a part of the lead group on a 200K for the first time in ... uhhhhh.... I don't know!..... I was really, really happy to take a "podium position" in such strong company!

We all signed in at 3:21pm, from a 7:00am start... not bad!  Eight hours, 21 minutes total time, and a rolling time of 6 hours and change --- turns out this is my 2nd fastest 200K time.  Again, not bad!  

Fit notes?  Welp, let's consider this case "closed":  not only did none of the previous month's post-fit issues come out to bother me, I felt really strong all day.  The knee "noise" at mile 30-ish came and went, and as I type this I can see no evidence of issue.  The usual fatigue that comes on in the last 20 miles at this distance wasn't there, and if anything it should have been worse because of the higher effort and pace.  Any issues I experienced, I'm fairly sure they were hydration based -- once I was back on top of water intake, the issues faded.  Wrists, back, shoulders, arms, neck, legs, ankles -- no problems.  Saddle area, no issues.  Even the out-of-line right brake hood that was tweaked from the bike falling over at Ottawa, it didn't cause any problems - I put it back in place once it was back in the garage at home.  Hand numbness, nope.  The upper back issues that popped up on the 75-mile ride, I think the handlebars rolling upward a few degrees fixed that - not even a hint of an issue today.  I figure, if things feel this good at the 200K level, the 300 shouldn't be an issue.  400?  We'll see... that's long enough again that it might bring new issues to light, but they should be minor tweaks.  
  
Am I happy?  With a ride like today, how could I NOT be happy?  Great weather, great company, and the best I've felt on a bike at this distance in a long time.
Cheers!!!

Songs from the road:   i.e., Stuff stuck in my head... no iPod here, by the way:

"Stylo" by Gorillaz  (the rhythm for the tailwind drama)
"Dominoes" by The Big Pink  (substitute "Miles" for "Girls" in the lyrics.)
"The Letter" by Joe Cocker  (one of the best soul breakdowns EVER laid down)



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May 20, 2010

Bike Week wraps up, and the big test

Another coupla days logged for Bike to Work Week, and I'm pretty darn pleased.  It's been, well... wet.  Course, fenders and wool socks - no worries with rain here, but it does get a little old after a while.
Lots of irons in the fire this week.  Trying a new taillight, a new chain lube, and wrapping up a month on the new bicycle fit.  I haven't stepped outside my own box like this in a long time.  In some ways, its a bit liberating.  

The chain lube - don't ask me yet:  I've talked it up with Crowbar at work, but I'm not letting the cat out of the bag until several hundred miles, and at least halfway through my next chain.  I didn't really set out to write a review on it, but I might if it adds some value and clarification to the polar-shifting forum posts I've read about it.  It's like that with just about ANY chain lube, which is why it falls into that arena with religion and politics for many folks.  I don't know if I was bored, or just looking for something else to play with - but I jumped on it, and I'm trying it out.  Stay tuned.

Unfortunately, I am a wee injured tonight as I type this - but I can safely say that it's not the bike fit's fault.  The only problem with cross-training is the chance that one activity will lead to cause something that messes with the other.  In my case, I've been attending instructor-led aerobic kick-boxing classes twice a week for about 6 weeks now.  The results are coming, I'm pleased, and I don't feel completely shredded after a class like I did at week one.  What I am nursing is one of those hyper-extension style pulls, like when you miss the stairs or something.  Without turning this into a kick-boxing blog, I basically went to side-kick a bag at the end of a combination, and missed the bag.  The resulting over-reach tweaked my left hamstring and whatever that outer tendon is.  Vitamin-I, rest, and taking it easy on the bike for a bit.  Doesn't hurt when I ride... but riding probably isn't helping.  Hard to tell... and that complicates things really fast for my big fit test:  the 200K this weekend.

It was honestly, when I was planning things late last week, this weekend was going to be a 600K attempt.  
The fit has settled, things have evened out, and the last tiny tweaks finally put everything at ease.  I won't call it a miracle, but I can honestly say that I don't think I've felt this strong on this bike since I bought it, and it kinda shows that theory about attempting to translate my original "took four years to dial in" fit from the first road bike I had and randonneured upon.  After moving that set of dimensions from that first bike, to the 2nd, and the 3rd... and the 4th... back to the 2nd frame... then a bike boom of 5,6 and 7... then trimmed back down to bike 3.... I actually had this all plotted out to show how ridiculous my stable became from late 2003 to 2006.  

Each time, I tried to match bikes with different dimensions to me, the changes so subtle that I never went through any real pains.  Well, now, I basically went to where I shoulda been in one big shot, after riding the current bike in its previous configuration for 3+ years.  So, the pains I was having, shoulder, hands, leg fatigue - that was all to be expected.  The rest of the pains essentially speak to how ones body REALLY wants things once you are off the fixed trainer and out of the fit technicians hands - in the real world.  Any frustration I had was squelched by the thoughts that (A) I did this voluntarily, and (B) tweaks are essential and the right adjustments will come.  It took four years the first time... a month isn't bad.

So, a month later?  Yes, I'm still convinced.  While it still required me to make a few of my own choices once I was "released into the wild", it was overall a much faster process - as I mentioned - than trial-and-erroring things myself as each new distance milestone revealed new body issues.  I think it's absolutely worth the expense if you spend a lot of time on the bike, no matter what your goals.  Again, I had NO complaints before the fit - but the result of the fit put me in a position that I wouldn't have guessed on my own to unlock more speed, more power, (eventually) more comfort, and better climbing technique.  I'm not signing any pro-tour contracts, mind you --- but it's personal:  I'm better than I was before.  That's really the only goal a fit should have.

Again, however, the 200K this weekend will be a challenge in the sense that I'll be stepping into unknown territory with regards to how the fit will ultimately serve me at the 8 hour and beyond mark.  Really, the 2011 brevet season will be pivotal, starting at the 300K.  Then the 400K.  Then 600K.  Each familiar mileage increase may indeed reveal little issues that are impossible to foresee at lower mileages, but I have good hopes.  Realistically, very little about my OLD fit had to change much after experiencing and adjusting from a 300K.  At the 400 and 600 level, it became more about bags, fenders, and the like.  So, we'll see.  My thinking about "welding stems in place" is on hold... if something needs to change, I'll do it.  So, more to come there.

To highlight my comment before about how this weekend was "almost" a 600K:  indeed, that's how good and strong I was feeling.  There is, at this writing, nothing about the fit that makes me concerned about riding THAT long - if for no other reason than to get the learning curve over with in one shot.  But, with the hamstring thing... I'm playing it safe.  

Ride report, all that, coming next week! 


May 18, 2010

Bike To Work Week!

Yep, it snuck up on me again - but its National Bike To Work Week this week...(interestingly timed with Craft Brew Week...hmmmm)... And I've been doing my part to stay out of the car again. The way I figure, since probably mid April at least, I haven't really driven that much since breaking the streak back in January.. This might be a good time to start another one, but I'm not pressuring myself this time around.
I still prefer riding to work on a bicycle over driving a car...so, I will just go with the flow.

Monday dawned wet, sorta foggy and misty - and for the first time in many Bike to Work Weeks I made it to one of the events: the City of Overland Park hosted a breakfast alongside the trail near 137th and Switzer, which is practically on my route. Bonus! Coffee, juice, granola, and some swag - like a much needed new wallet, made from recycled tubes. Check out www.re-velo.com: local, clever, sturdy stuff. Met up there with Noah of kc-bike.com and Shawn, whom I met on the trails back in January when there was still snow and ice alongside it! Cool to catch back up with a coupla cats I hadn't talked to in person since it was much colder outside.

Proceeded on to work from there, and took the long way home in the afternoon, as the wind was light and I was feeling good.

Saw an honest-to-goodness albino squirrel, too, darting across the trail. This is the polar opposite (stretch) of having your path crossed by a black cat, so I'm planing to enjoy my seven years good luck now.
..or do you get that from fixing a mirror? Whatever.

Day two, on the way to work I'm reminded about one of the core reasons I don't like to drive: it's because I can't afford a dark grey convertible Ferrari 360 Modena cabriolet. Money no object, I'm sure dealing with traffic would be easier if I was basking in fine Italian leather and listening to the soundtrack provided by one of the most sensual engine notes available, wind in my.... beard. Duuuude. I have to be clear: yes, I think people around here drive too much. I think this is a car-centric area, and change is needed. Yes, I want more path miles, bus routes and other alternative transportation options. But...I'm not exactly anti-car. I just don't like the typical JoCo mobiles: Acura, Lexus, regular Merc's and BMWs (as opposed to AMG or Brabus models), minivans, or ragged out teenage Honda projects. I do appreciate performance cars, and love talking about them at length. Owning one, honest, is the last thing I want. I've been kvetching over millimeters with
my handlebars for three weeks.... do any of you think I could handle a bird deucing on the hood of my (say) Porsche GT2 RS (as if I could EVER be lucky enough). Please, you might as well hit me over the head with something really heavy, or just wait for me to implode... But, seeing a fly-by of high-grade Italian or German metal still trips my trigger. Admiration pays more dividends than ownership.
Still wouldn't mind an Escort Cosworth RS with a Thule roof rack... You know, just for that occasional brevet or ultra race that starts more than 100 miles away, once a year or so. Mmmm.

...but this is a bike blog.

One final handlebar tweak this afternoon, and I think I have the fit finally licked. Took the long way home again and reveled in some sunshine, then came home, mowed the grass, and rode to my twice-a-week aerobic kickboxing class to round out nearly (ok, mowing the grass isn't really a workout) five solid hours of physical activity this afternoon.

Type on the blog a bit, sleep fast, and hit the OP city hall tomorrow morning for another round of coffee courtesy the City of Overland Park, and hopefully ride into work with Crowbar if we meet up.

Busy week...but a good one for the bike, always... Despite looming rain chances returning to the forecast tomorrow afternoon.

I hope, no matter from where you read this, that you're having a great Bike to Work Week!

May 6, 2010

A good day off.

I probably shoulda called or emailed some folks, but this was really on a whim. Anxious to try out the new fit on the Kogs and not having very much luck freeing up weekends lately, a couple of house-stuff appointments (read: cable guy, bug guy) happened earlier and took less time than I thought, and I already had the day off.....so......

Rare treat, I suit up and bite the bullet on a late-morning ride. I don the exact same kit as I wore on the April 300k, to eliminate variables, and head out into a brisk east wind. I figure I'll push into the wind and then enjoy the tailwind back towards home.

I tell ya, I've been a nervous wreck with this new fit. On the one hand, my knees feel better. They never hurt before this, but - yes - they somehow feel better now, stronger. My quads and hams seem more engaged. After a week of setteling in, my ability to spin up climbs and power the flats has not neccesarily gotten stronger, I won't be that bold, but I can maintain pace for longer. Riding in the drops seems slightly more comfy. The saddle feels like its in the right place, and I don't look or feel as stretched out.

On the flip side of that, my shoulders are killing me. Let me clarify: they were killing me BEFORE the fit. Posture at the computer at home and at work, and - how can I put this mildly? - a bagload of really ridiculous stress at work that I'm not even allowed to discuss, which makes it EVEN better to deal with. I really need a chiropractor or a massage to get this knot worked out, and I really should have done it before changing the bike fit. Even though on video capture and by seat of the pants, the fit is brilliant, my shoulder hasn't quite dropped into place. Doesn't really even hurt while riding, but at night I'm running low on Advil.

Been here before: this is familiar pain, its always in the same location on my left shoulder, and I've had it off-n-on for years - mainly because I can't relax very well at work. Times of stress and sensitive projects always have yielded this result for years. The only bike thing that ever made it worse was the old Schwinn Passage, rando-season number one. Too low and long a stem, and too little time at distance, and a camelbak on: small wonder. The following year I'd changed to a taller, shorter stem and the problems (even with the camelbak still on) vanished. The minute changes here on the Kogs don't worry me too much, assuming they go away. It's just been a tough month at work.

Still, there is a rampant paranoia in me that was mildly outlined in the last post about the fit, so when embarking on the longest ride since the changes perhaps my nervousness was creating even MORE stress. I need to quit coffee again, I think. No. Really. As I pedaled into the wind heading east with my sights on Longview Lake, I caught myself fixating on my hands, my shoulder, my nether-regions, just waiting for something to scream out "put the fit back"....

Sidebar..... "put...ze....candle...beck!"

... And it was really detracting from the ride. This was at a distance that didn't even exceed my commute distance, so WTF, DUDE? I exhuast myself. If you see me on the road, hold back, don't bother slowing up to talk to me: I will bore you to tears with my absurdities.

It was really cool to get out to places I hadn't ridden to in a while. Feeling good, and not hampered too much by the wind, I rolled into Missouri at 143rd street and Kenneth road, and made my way through Martin City, the smell of BBQ deep in my nostrils. Ahhhhh..... and on south to 139th and evetually Arrington road and Grandview via the back door. I meander through Grandview on the roads that make up the last 3 miles of the 600km brevet, and my mind flashes back to 2007 for a few miles, and how good it felt to accomplish that. I'm a little sad that this year might not happen: not the right way to find out the fit isn't right after all, so maybe a 200k is better first. There's always next year.

Who knows, because I'm feeling strong still, granted only 25 miles in I think at that point, but the notion that the fitness for 600 might be there is hard to ignore. I cross over US-71 and on to Byars road. The Summer Breeze route looms to the south, but I don't wanna get too nuts. To the north is the entrance to a trail I've never ridden, though I've ridden past it plenty of times. I dive onto the narrow blacktop and into the unknown. Several scenic miles later, I've popped out at a park near Longview lake itself, so I head back to Raytown road to continue north around the lake loop. Then I see him.

I'll call him "Local Lance". Every weekday ride has one if the timing is right. As I look left for traffic, I see a figure standing on the pedals rising the hill I'm near the top of. "Okay, let's see if I can hold him off," I ponder aloud, knowing he's far enough away that I'm not being rude, but close enough that it won't be too easy. Worst case, he catches me and we chat a bit. I shift, and start to ramp up the revs and speed. I don't bother looking back. I make short work of the next hill and actually feel like I'm holding up a respectible pace... Until...

On my right (we're on a very wide shoulder, so this is normal here) a very fit-looking guy on a Cannondale Six-13 passes me at about a 3mph advantage. "ahHA" I belt out... No reaction from "LL", no iPod, either... Hmmm. When one is so focused as to not exchange plesantries, well : its annoying. So, I rev up just a touch more, now that I know what I'm pacing. 23mph....25.... Ok, now we're matched. I purposefully stay out of his draft, to the point where he knows I'm not drafting him. A slight cross-tail wind here helps matters. A hill comes up again... Shallow and long, my favorite. Without having to rev more, I begin to overtake him, but he's not pleased. He stands, shifts, and pushes until the spacing is in his favor again, but he won't escape me. I feel the effort, but the hill is over - and "LL"s turn has arrived, he whips wildly to the left, across the shoulder, my front wheel (safely), and both traffic lanes to get into the turn lane there. The light turns
yellow, so we have to stop. Separated by two lanes, but not out of earshot, I offer "almost got the light..." Nothing. Ok, LL, ok...you're ALL that, aren't ya? You just got matched by a non-racer in safety yellow and ankle bands, on a 25 lb. lugged steel bike with fenders and generator lights. I hope you gain two pounds so your team jersey doesn't fit anymore. Har! I notice he tweaks his left leg at the knee a few times while waiting for the light... Pain? I have none... I am fit. Har-ho!

Drama over, I come to grips that I am about near the halfway mark of my ride, at least the farthest-east point. I continue around my beloved Longview lake loop, across the dam enjoying the view I haven't seen in years, and then south to hit the bottom leg of the loop back westbound. Tailwind time!

After my favorite old 40+ mph tucked descent back to Raytown road, it's time to get outta Grandview, and find Prospect road to get out in the country for a bit. Along that road, another rider is spotted wearing a Bicycle Shack jersey, and I reel him up. This won't be another "LL" story: the Bike Shack crowd is pretty cool. Its why I still say the Saturday AM Longview Lake ride is the best in the area.

I pass him with a "howdy" and a wave, and he waves back and says "hi". Normally that's plenty - but he continues by asking how far I'm going and where I came from. I slow up and we chat for about six miles, a nice guy named Dennis, former wrench from Wheelers, once upon a time. We talk bikes, rides, the area itself, good routes, just enjoying the new sunshine as the clouds of the morning finally part.

We part ways at 187th street, and I continue south to 195th and then State Line and 199th for the final jaunt home, and much needed water-refill stop and quick snack. During the ride so far I had ingested... well, I had breakfast this morning, so most of the late morning was banked on that intake. On Scherer Road south of the lake I had an Oatmeal Creme Pie. How-DIE-datsgooood. Had another one shortly after parting ways with Dennis, and with 12-14 miles to home, I just "needed" one quick top-off. Maybe some PB Crackers, and some Gatorade. Yeah... not he best fare, but rando-fare nonetheless. What else do I know how to eat?

Crosses my mind that they need a McDonalds at K-68 and Metcalf in Louisburg.

I stop at Stilwell Grocery and get my Gatorade and PB Crackers, a quick restroom break, and a bench to sit upon. A nice gent in a pickup, cutoff sleeves and a full-on straw cowboy hat chats me up about riding, hard work, life, traffic, land values, and the weather. It's an interesting moment considering my dress of choice at the moment and my method of transport - but he's interested and not afraid of conversation. He heads on back to his waiting field, and I mount up for home...

But not quite yet.

Shoulder or not, it's a rare day. I look along 199th street, towards US-69, and think to myself -- you know, I've done that road this year. Like three times. Fit issues? Well, aside from the shoulder, getting back on the bike seems good, feels "right"... nothing lingering or making me WISH I was closer to home, so why rush things? I turn south onto Metcalf, and head towards La Cygne on the Border Patrol route.

Now, before you get all excited and think that I went off half-cocked and knocked of a 300K on a new fit without even considering the consequences or the lack of RUSA credit, lemme be clear. Yeah, for HALF A SECOND I thought about it... maybe just Louisburg... ok, ok, ok... 223rd street. That'll work. Haven't ridden that in a while, and it beats 175th street hands down for scenery anymore, and traffic noise. I ride off to the south, fighting the wicked crosswind which had grown since I'd turned west last, and made it to 223rd and enjoyed a wild shove from the gale. not much to stop the wind out here, and I was wishing I'd brought the drogue chute for extra thrust. Before I knew it I was at Woodland Road, staring at the not-quite-complete RR bridge over the road at Spring Hill, KS.

I pointed the bike north, and zig-zagged my way back north and east to Olathe. Now, my shoulders were really starting to bother me. I stretched, shrugged, and drank more liquids to stave off dehydration, and was happy - overall - with the result of the ride.

Yeah, I had to do a fair amount of stretching in the garage afterwards - something I'm not used to doing, and really should do - but, I could feel the tension popping OUT of my shoulder finally. Even as I sit and type this, there is a little awareness of that knot. But, the OTHER side of my upper back is fine, my legs feel tired - but good, and my knees are fine. Even my hands, which I'd thought were fatigued from the new position, are feeling fine now. I think what we have here is a little acclimation happening, and - yes - I do need to give it more time, perhaps. With the feeling of power, the improvements in many areas, I'm certainly not switching anything back to where it was - but I feel like I'm safe tackling a 200K now. 600? Errr.... that might be risky. If anything presented itself negatively, that's a long way from home. Today, however, with 75 miles in the bank and a 16.0 MPH average speed - which I can't complain about - I feel pretty darn good about the changes....

... and the day itself. A GOOD day off on the bike...


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