This whole year all my race performances but one (the Bolder Boulder) either barely met, or fell well short of, my pre-race expectations. I had some excuses—non-ideal courses, gastrointestinal issues, odd injuries—but the fact of the matter was I just wasn’t getting it done. Yet, I felt like I was in better shape than the 2014 results suggested. A couple weeks ago I even told my friend Adam that I felt like I was in my best shape since 2011.
The FireKracker 5k, then, would be something of a race of truth. Being involved with the organizing of it as a board member of the Fort Collins Running Club—the owner of the event—I knew the course was both fast and certified (accurate distance). There would be plenty of other fast people to pace off of. The weather was forecast to be great for running, especially for July. In other words, there would be no excuses: just an honest race where my mimimum goal was to run a sub-20 minute 5k for the first time in two years. The last place I had done so (19:57) was even at this same venue. Continue reading
It’s pretty hard to believe—and kind of a shame, actually—that the only mountain bike ride I’ve done since the 2,700-mile Tour Divide was a short jaunt in Pineridge almost exactly a year ago with my friends Diana and Lauren. I must be a roadie at heart because there certainly is no dearth of mountain bike trails around Fort Collins. Some that come to mind include the Foothill Trail, Reservoir Ridge, Coyote Ridge, Lory State Park, Horsetooth Mountain Park, Bobcat Ridge, and… Soapstone Prairie. Continue reading
Looking back at my summers during elementary, middle, high school and college, it seems like my pursuits were primarily of the intellectual or productive variety. They included classes ranging from advanced mathematics to electronics, and working as an office assistant and laboratory engineer. None of these required much physical activity except for a two-week stint as a camp counselor, but I was perfectly fine with that and don’t particularly regret being prepped for a good future ahead of me.
But I can’t help but feel a little bit of envy—and definitely a lot of admiration—for some of the opportunities youngsters are taking advantage of nowadays. Take, for example, my buddy Dan Y. When he was a student at the University of Texas at Austin seven years ago, he and a couple dozen other undergraduates spent one summer cycling from Austin to Anchorage, Alaska to raise cancer awareness as part of the Texas 4000. This year, Dan and his fiancé Kiri opened up their home for UT undergraduates doing this 4000-mile bike ride. At their evening party for the riders, I got to meet and talk with a few of the participants. Continue reading
The night before boarding a plane to Shanghai, I made a point to watch the movie Shanghai Calling. It really put me in the mood for being in the foreign city, just as watching Midnight in Paris did before going to Paris last year.
So now I am compiling a list of recommended movies to watch before or after going to various places. I will be adding to this list in the future. Continue reading
If my series of running races this year was a football game, then I was just trying to get points on the board.
I didn’t envision it would be like this when I signed up several months ago. There were lots of reasons to do it: a bunch of friends where doing it; I had never done this fabled race (largest timed footrace in the U.S. with 54,000 runners) despite living in northern Colorado for almost nine years; and I actually was training this year. But then a few weeks before Bolder Boulder my running career hit an all-time low when I suffered a calf strain after Mile 3 of the Colorado Marathon. I finished that race but didn’t run ever since. I biked a double century, but even that ride was nearly a disaster. Then I went to China for a week and half, where not only did I not run, but I expected that being at sea level and air pollution would worsen my athletic prowess even more. Continue reading
Inside a silk factory in Suzhou, I wasn’t able to make out more than 5% of what our guide was saying in his perfect Mandarin. Hence, my attention drifted to the English signs posted around the building.
One of them in particular caught my attention. “Absolutely keep from rheumatism,” the placard exhorted. Then it hit me: I wasn’t understanding much of the English either. Continue reading