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Saturday, December 10, 2005

Advice from a female

From a thread on significant others / spouses:

It's really rather simple. Gentlemen, you must pay attention to the eating and exercising habits of your girlfriend before you decide to get married. Eating and exercising habits will NEVER CHANGE. understand? NEVER. If she has weird, obsessive, or downright bad habits, they will be there for life.

--If she eats nothing but salads and diet coke, you're going to have a problem.
--If she talks about "feeling guilty" and "omg i have to run 10miles on the treadmill now!" because she ate 1 candy bar. . you're going to have a problem.
--If she exercises purely to keep weight off, you're going to have a problem.

All of the above are signs serious food issues that will manifest themselves later . .you'll be paying for therapy or you'll be listening to whining/excuses for the rest of your life. Women who have eating disorders or disordered eating in their 20s are killing their metabolism. By her 30s she will have serious problems keeping the weight off.

--If she refuses to walk 6 blocks and insists on driving. . you're going to have a problem
--If you have never gone for a walk together because she doesn't like walking. . you're going to have a problem
--If her favorite activities are TV and shopping. .you're going to have a problem.

The above are signs of laziness and/or a hatred of physical activity. Sure, she may be slim now, but that doesn't mean she's healthy. In our fat-obessessed society, we tend to assume that slim = healthy. that's NOT true. Slim people can be just as unhealty and out of shape as fat people. (and no, fat does not equal healthy either)

If she eats healthy, 3x a day, and genuinely enjoys physical activity (i.e. she runs 5k races because it's fun, or she likes to play volleyball, or she rides her bike everywhere instead of driving). . then you're going to be ok. If she does put on weight, she won't freak out if you point it out (nicely).

That's my 2cents, as a woman with many married female friends.

Kind of simplistic and alarmist, but there are some truths in it.

You are what you eat, after all.


Friday, December 09, 2005


The days are getting shorter now (7:12 AM sunrise, 4:51 PM sunset) and colder too (though nowhere as cold as the Northeast and Midwest). All these make it harder and harder to engage in epic rides. Easy rides just don't cut it. Though they have their pluses: more time to explore, more time to relax over meals, not being so pressed for time, etc., easy rides lack a certain something.

Epic rides are a favorite of mine. To be out there on a long unsupported ride is a curious experience: there is an immense freedom in the endeavor, and yet, a certain apprehensiveness as it means that one has to take whatever comes. Once, for some strange reason, on a really isolated stretch of road, I developed a crippling pain in my tailbone. As a result, I had to stand and pedal for the next 31 miles (49.6 km). Now, while it was a nightmare and I was cussing the entire time, it is a memorable experience now.

"What do I encounter most often in epic rides? And what do I like about it?", a friend asked. I thought long and hard about it, and my answer to both is, "Pain." All sorts of pain, from nagging chaffs that turn from red to broken blisters 70 miles on, to muscle aches that throb with every pedal stroke, to fiery streaks of pain that shoot through complaining knees, requiring painkillers every 2 to 3 hours. Pain.

Why? Because it cleanses. Now, while I am no believer in the merits of self-flagellation, there is indeed something cleansing about cycling and pain. One has to produce — and continue producing — forward momentum despite the pain. The determination needed necessarily requires one to mentally and emotionally push aside — wipe out — all thoughts and emotions that are not required for the present task. One begins to talk to one's bike. One begins to verbally coax one's feet / calves / thighs: "Come on, baby, don't cramp. Yes, push, you got it. OK, that's one revolution. You can do plenty more. One more. Yes, that's it. Another. And another..." One begins to seek out the smoothest lines to ease one's sore butt. In this private world, nothing else matters. And one's cycling partner becomes Pain. Coaxing, taunting, egging, letting off, then coming back full force again. Repeat. Repeat. In this world, troubles and worries do not exist.

In his autobiography, seven-time Tour de France champion, Lance Armstrong wrote:

Cycling is so hard, the suffering is so intense, that it's absolutely cleansing. The pain is so deep and strong that a curtain descends over your brain. . . . Once, someone asked me what pleasure I took in riding for so long. "Pleasure?" I said. "I don't understand the question." I didn't do it for pleasure. I did it for pain.

In the words of Scott Martin,

To be a cyclist is to be a student of pain... [A]t cycling's core lies pain, hard and bitter as the pit inside a juicy peach. It doesn't matter if you're sprinting for an Olympic medal, a town sign, a trailhead, or the rest stop with the homemade brownies. If you never confront pain, you're missing the essence of the sport. Without pain, there's no adversity. Without adversity, no challenge. Without challenge, no improvement. No improvement, no sense of accomplishment and no deep-down joy. Might as well be playing Tiddly-Winks.

Though more related to ultramarathon running than ultramarathon cycling, the sentiments expressed in the following quote struck a chord with me:

Dr. JoAnn Dahlkoetter, a Stanford sports psychologist and author of Your Performing Edge, says those attracted to ultras are often loners who don't accept other people's views on the limits of human endurance. "They see body aches and pains — adversity — as a way to explore their inner potential," she says. "It can almost be like a Zen kind of thing or a trance — being out there doing something repetitive for long periods of time."

There is something paradoxical about the entire experience of pedaling alone for 12 to 14 hours, or more, at a go. One begins to truly live: every nuance in the road is felt, every bump instinctively avoided, every change in the incline detected, however subtle. The scenary, temperature, the crunch of gravel or the rustle of leaves under one's wheels, the scent of the eucalyptus leaves, or trail of a skunk (or ripe roadkill), the punishing headwind, or friendly tailwind, all become part of some larger panorama of experience. At the same time, the cares and worries of regular life fade away, receding further and further away with each passing mile.



It is indeed like Zen, with the mantra simply being life.

What's that line again?

         When I ride, my problems can't keep up.

As the saying goes, "Pain is only weakness leaving the body."

And so I go... to climb another mountain; to ride atop another ridge; to descend into another valley; to climb through cool redwood forests; to blast down sun-baked canyons, and cross icy-cold streams. To experience pain. To live.

Today is your day! Your mountain is waiting.
So. . . get on your way.

         (Dr. Seuss)

Thursday, December 08, 2005

Lexington Reservoir Ride

An easy ride on a quiet monday...

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