The GURU Fit System

guru-fit-systemOutspoken Cycles recently had a GURU Fit System installed in the shop and tonight I got my first crack at a fitting.  I’ll be doing one for my road bike shortly, but tonight was all about the TT Bike.  As I’ve mentioned before, I’m sharing a Cannondale Slice this season with Adam Zeen, one of Outspoken’s road team riders.  Adam also happens to be a GURU fit technician, so I did the fitting with him.  Since races are quickly approaching for both of us, it was time to dial in my fit all while keeping fingers crossed that our respective fits worked out in such a way that we wouldn’t have to be switching out tons of components just so one of us could ride it after the other.

The GURU fit system is a computer controlled fitting system which allows the fit technician to make a variety of position changes (saddle height, stem length, bar rise, etc.) in real-time.  Various “scenarios” can be saved and then A/B compared while using a combination of comfort preferences and power output measurements to make the final decision as to what is the best fit.  The system then creates a report that provides baseline measurements (saddle height, drop from the saddle to the bars, reach from the saddle to the bars and saddle set-back for the triathlon fit), which are then used to adjust an actual bike.  If you are in the market for a new bike, starting with a GURU fit makes a lot of sense – the system has an extensive geometry database which recommends bikes that best fit each individual rider’s profile.  It is interesting to note that even though Dorel Industries (the parent company of Cannondale) owns GURU, my list also included bikes from Giant, Felt, Cervelo, Bianchi and Specialized.  This is a nice feature I think.

Screen Shot 2013-01-30 at 8.40.12 PMMy fitting took about an hour and a half.  And though I don’t think my position looks very sexy (and the baggy t-shirt definitely does not help), I got what I wanted which was a forward saddle position and a nearly 90 degree bend in my arms over the cockpit.  It’s not very aggressive, but it’s comfortable.  And I was pretty happy with my power output as well.

But the best news is that between Adam and I, we are probably only talking about a change-over difference of some spacers under the stem (for me) and then a seat height/setback adjustment.  We’ll know for sure next week after we take my GURU measurements, apply them to the bike and I go out and ride it.  I’m looking forward to it.

So if you live in Orange County (or want to come visit me) and need a bike fit, come and check out the GURU system at Outspoken.

A Thought (Or Two) On Suffering

My guess is that most people who find endurance sports in their late 30′s and later got there through one form or another of the unintended consequences axiom.  This is to say that the training started as the result of a need and/or desire to get back into some semblance of “shape”, and then at some point wires got crossed and the happy accident known as a “race registration” happened.  But since it only takes crossing a finish line in an upright position once to hook even the most dogmatic of doubters, most of us stick around.

I spent some time searching online to see if I could come up with some sort of “base-line” on the minimum amount of exercise needed to get into shape.  To be honest, there are so many opinions out there with respect to both the proper amount of time and intensity required, I kind of wish I hadn’t bothered looking.  That said, it seems to be pretty much universally accepted by fitness experts that obsessively training for any sort of endurance race is completely optional when it comes to planning a successful exercise regimen.  So though I think it’s fair to say that there is some anecdotal truth to the term “no pain, no gain”, one does not have to reach into the dark depths of suffering in order to fit into jeans two sizes smaller.

So why do we choose to suffer?  To me, the answer is simple – suffering is empowering.

I did a long run on Friday.  But then some things came up and I had to move my weekend workouts around.  The net result was that what worked out “best” was that I run again on Saturday, with less than 24 hours of recovery.  The workout was 3 x 3KM at a tempo pace with 3 or 4 minutes of rest in between.  I warmed up for about ten minutes then hit the first interval.  Within ten strides I knew the run was going to be a painful one.  But I kept going and 14:08 later I was done.  I rested and then started the next one.  This one was painful before I even started.  But I got it done, albeit with a slower time – 14:34.  I rested again.  But idle feet are the devil’s plaything and the devil did an awesome job helping me think of excuses for why I should just bag the last interval – “Who cares?, you’ll be fine…”, “You only do this for fun, and this isn’t fun…”.  And they only got more desperate from there.

RICHARD-BRANSON-NET-WORTH3But then a Richard Branson quote popped into my head: “Screw it, let’s do it!”.  And since this dude tried to sign the Sex Pistols to his record label way back in the day and then went on to start a couple of airlines, I have to give him his due respect.  So I started to run.

Every step hurt.  I had to dig deep.  I was running along the beach, it was a nice weekend afternoon and everyone around me was decidedly not suffering.  But once I started, it never occurred to me again that I could quit.  Because whether or not I wanted to admit it at that exact second, I didn’t want to stop.  Yes it hurt like hell.  But it was my choice.  And having that kind of discipline and drive can be a very powerful thing.

I split the difference on the last one by running a 14:20.

Last Long Run Before Surf City

This week has been tough, training wise.  This is mostly because I am busier with work than I was the last time I was trying to pull off 10-12 hour training weeks.  Tuesday I was in Oakland and Thursday I had my boss in town touring the production facilities that we use around Orange County.  So I’ve missed some bike rides.  But it would be stupid to complain, because I enjoy my job as equally as much as I enjoy training.  Plus it’s what pays me.  So it is what it is, and there’s no stress.

I’m trying to be smart about it though, and I’m doing everything I can do to make sure the key workouts are covered.  And since the Surf City Marathon is next weekend, it’s all about the run right now.  Today’s schedule called for a 20K (12.4 Miles) run, my last long run before the race.  So despite the crappy weather (not really a big deal) and a lot of other work that needed to be done (a bigger deal), I got it done.  And it was awesome.

I tend to do my long runs out and back along the beach – straight ahead in one direction for a while, a u-turn and then straight back the way I came.  This way, I don’t have to think about anything and I can either get lost in my thoughts or really focus on my running.  Sometimes I manage to do both.

As usual, I started from the crossroads.  Because of today’s rain, the beach path was empty and I had to run awhile before I saw anyone else out.  As I headed in to downtown Huntington Beach, there were a more people out, but barely.  And I don’t care what science says, time speeds up when you are feeling good and slows down when you aren’t.  Luckily for me, I hit the 10K turn-around point in no time at all.

Screen Shot 2013-01-25 at 9.44.24 PMComing back was fine too.  In fact, it was great.  I had to deal with a bit of a headwind and it started to rain a bit heavier, but there were no other issues.  I was feeling good and ran the last 5K faster than I ran the first 5K.  The total time for the run was 1:47 which made the pace 8:38/mile.  I’m pretty happy with this.  Because come race day if I line up rested and feeling good, I should be able to run the entire 13.1 miles and still pull back 8-10 minutes on this time, which puts me exactly where I want to be.  I’ll just have to dig a little deeper.  We’ll see how it goes.

The Kid On PCH + My Complicated World Of Wheels

This morning, I was out with the coach doing a recovery ride. We were just cruising along PCH when we passed a young kid (maybe 18) on a Trek hybrid bike, with various bags cleverly strapped to the frame, a bottle of Gatorade stuffed in the bottle cage and a skateboarding helmet atop his head. I didn’t think much of it – there are dudes like this on the road all the time and the fact he that had a helmet on kept me from scrutinizing him much past the casual glance. But about a minute later, we stopped at a light and the kid rolled up behind us.

The Kid: Excuse me, but do you guys know how fast you were going when you passed me?

Me: Yeah man, about 18 or 19 miles per hour.

The Kid: Cool. Do you know how far it is to San Diego?

Me: Like San Diego, the city?

The Kid: Yeah.

Me: Like San Diego, the city near Mexico?

The Kid: Yeah. That’s where I’m going. I started in LA.

Me: (Slightly incredulous) Yeah, dude…at least a hundred miles. Is that where you are going?

The Kid: Yeah.

Me: Cool. Uh, do you have enough money?

The Kid: I’m good…

“Do you have enough money?” Isn’t it pretty awesome that this was the best I could come up with? Not a “Rad, man – that’s great” or a “Fantastic dude, you’ll have an amazing time”. You know, something positive and affirming and not passive-aggressively accusatory. I kind of feel bad about this.

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Later in the ride, I broke a spoke on my rear wheel. Luckily, the spoke didn’t start flailing around scratching my frame nor did my wheel go out of true. But a broken spoke is a broken spoke and thus the wheel needed to be dropped off at Outspoken for a repair. The problem is that since I have wheels that probably require spokes blessed by the ghost of Marco Pantani, they’ll need to order it. This will take a few days. And as you all know, I can’t be without a bike for a couple of days.

“But you are always blogging about the fact you have a bunch of different bikes…” you are most likely saying to yourself right now. And this is true. But using another one for the next few days isn’t that simple, because things are never simple when it comes to me and bikes. Without boring you with the details, let me just say that none of my other bikes were set up for training at the time of the spoke breaking. The “affected” bike is the Cervelo R3. But because of a weird spacing thing between the hub and cassette of the broken wheel, I can’t just switch out wheels without a derailleur adjustment, which is something I didn’t want to do. So I thought about it and decided that the best solution was to take the Mavic wheels off of the old Cervelo TT bike and put them on the Focus. But since the Focus had carbon rims on it (which I don’t want to “just ride on”), this meant that I’d also have to change the brake pads too, since different pads are needed for the different braking surfaces. This, in and of itself, is a pain in the ass. But this “pain in the ass” would be further amplified by the fact that I’ll need to change it all back in about ten days, since the criterium season starts in early February and I’ll want to race the carbon rims. First world problems, right? Actually, it’s kind of ironic considering that in the simpler days of my youth I would ride my bikes “as is” until they fell apart.

photo-128First, the carbon wheels came off the Focus…

photo-129Then, the Mavic wheels came off of the Cervelo…

photo-130From there, the brake pad cartridges came off the Focus. The yellow pads got replaced with the blue ones…

photo-131I then put the brake pad cartridges back on the Focus. Despite the fact that the cartridges are clearly marked “left” and “right”, I got it wrong…twice.

photo-132My assistant kept the brakes against the rim while I positioned and tightened them into place…

photo-133And finally, it was done.

Yes, this just happened. I’ve wasted five minutes of your life with a photo essay about a wheelset change. Sorry.

Three Weeks = No Wheat

It’s been three weeks since I stopped eating wheat.  It’s been mostly good, actually.  The first three or four days were a little rough – my stomach rebelled against the diet change and showed its unhappiness through various rumbles, aches and pains.  But other than that, it’s been pretty easy.  Avoiding foods that contain wheat is actually super-simple.  Though it’s still a work in progress, I’ve managed to either replace some foods with others (Cliff Bars are out – rice cakes or apple slices with peanut butter are in) or find replacements for certain staples (rice or corn pasta).  And when wheat came off the table, fruits, nuts and more greens naturally tended to move in as the replacements.

The other thing that’s great is that I feel WAY better.  I never thought I had issues with wheat before, and maybe I technically don’t.  But in the last three weeks, I haven’t had an upset stomach, heartburn or any form of gastrointestinal distress whatsoever.  I haven’t even farted during a run – that’s how clean I’m burning at the moment.

That said, I’ve got the fueling wrong a couple of times.  Unfortunately, I’ve bonked during a few workouts that I normally would pull of without much difficulty – there was a ninety minute run and a four-hour ride that I definitely wouldn’t rank as my best.  Recovery has also been an issue – there’s been some days that it’s been hard to get out of bed and I’ve also taken an extra day or two off because I was so beat up.

427996_460360574012247_1153201593_nThis weekend’s training, however, went pretty well.  I did a lumpy forty-five mile ride yesterday, spending the second half of the ride with a small group/paceline that was moving fast.  Today I did a ten-mile run at a moderate pace, followed by a 1500 yard swim and finished both with plenty of gas left in the tank.  On both days I had the exact same breakfast – 3 eggs, some roasted potatoes and a bowl of mixed fruit.  During the ride I ate some rice cakes and peanut butter and during the run I went through a package of Jelly Belly Sports Beans.  So hopefully this trend continues as I better figure out what works well.

Screen Shot 2013-01-20 at 8.21.55 PMAnd then, of course, there is the weight-loss.  About two pounds so far.  So all good.

Cycling For Triathletes

Imagine a world where I, the lowly editor of Stuff, was granted the authority to dictate policy with respect to triathletes and their cycling etiquette.  Unlikely you say?  Well Lance Armstrong is finally admitting to being a total douche, so pigs have flown and it’s a brave new world.

I would no doubt introduce many rules, but I would remain vigorously consistent within the premise that triathlon is not one sport, but three unique sports rolled into one.  As such, I would insist that all triathletes honor and respect as many of the tenants of pure cycling as possible.  Here are four of the rules that would definitely be on my list.

1.  TRIATHLON KIT IS FOR RACING

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Except as excluded**, triathletes (also referred to as “rider(s)”) shall never partake in non-race cycling activities in triathlon kit.  “Triathlon kit” includes: triathlon shorts, tops, one piece racing suits, aero-helmets and calf compression sleeves.  Sleeveless cycling jerseys, while not specifically banned, should be avoided solely for the sake of good taste.

Instead, cycling activities should be conducted in proper and traditional cycling clothing:  bib shorts, full zip cycling jerseys, traditional helmet and cycling specific base layers, arm warmers, knee/leg warmers and socks.  Though triathlon specific cycling shoes may be worn, it is strongly recommended that three strap shoes that buckle to the outside be worn if at all possible.

When picking cycling clothing, replica pro-team kit should always be avoided.  After all, nobody would play softball in full Red Sox gear or play soccer with their kids in a replica of David Beckham’s 2006 Real Madrid uniform.  The reason for this is simple – if a rider is actually good enough to race for a pro-team (and thus be granted team kit for free), he or she wouldn’t be doing triathlon.  Although a rider is completely free to wear non-branded cycling clothing, it is strongly recommended that riders join either a local triathlon or cycling club and wear their kit.

** Triathlon kit may be worn for brick workouts, though it is strongly recommended that a cycling jersey also be worn while on the bike.  New aero-helmets may be road tested only once, either within a week of purchase or no longer than two weeks before a race.  Since there is no clear way to communicate intent while “testing” an aero-helmet, the rider assumes all risk for any shaming they may endure for wearing said helmet on a training ride.

2.  IF YOUR BIKE HAS AEROBARS, USE THEM

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Aerobars (especially clip-on aerobars) look stupid on a bike unless they are being properly used by a rider engaged in the so-called “aero-position”.  This means that unless a rider is a) warming up, b) cooling down, c) climbing a hill longer than 300 meters and/or steeper than a 2% or 3% grade, or d) “soft pedaling” between brutal interval efforts, a rider should always be riding in the aero-position.  In an instance when a rider is caught out of the aero-position and is not currently engaged in any of the above exclusions, said rider shall never use the excuse that he/she is out simply riding for base mileage, and should just own the mistake instead.  The sole exception to this rule is that aerobars should never be used while riding in a group.

In all cases, whether using clip on aerobars or a time trial cockpit with a base bar, aerobars should consist of two separate extensions.  Those one piece curved configurations were cool in Greg LeMond and Dave Scott’s day, which was a long time ago.

3.  NOT EVERY TRAINING RIDE IS A TIME TRIAL

Though time trialing skills are critical to a successful triathlon attempt, not every training ride needs to be a time trial.  This means that riders should not be compelled to a) monitor their cadence and heart-rate/power output during every second of their ride(s), b) pass every cyclist they encounter with extreme prejudice, c) ignore traffic signals and stop signs in favor of the clock, and d) plan all rides in 20, 40, 90 or 180 KM distance increments.

4.  ROADS ARE REAL

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Though stationary trainers have their place in any good cycling regimen, nothing beats time in the saddle ridden outside on the road**.  Though I will admit that there is a certain undeniable attraction to pedaling as hard as possible to get nowhere all while watching videos of riders that are much more talented, it is extremely likely that every triathlete lives by an actual road that is waiting to be ridden.  Step away from the Computrainer.

** Exceptions may be made for those who live in a climate that experiences the curious season called “winter”.  And if a rider does live in such place and maintains a cycling schedule with a time volume comparable to the volume achieved in the more favorable seasons, such rider shall be deemed “hard as nails”

Southwest

photo-127I have to hurry because I only have an hour. Actually, scratch that. I only have fifty seven minutes because I just spent three minutes deleting items in my spam folder, which is something I tend to obsessively do every time I log on to WordPress.

I only have fifty seven minutes because that’s about how long it’s going to take Southwest Flight 505, from Oakland to Orange County, to get to the point in the trip where they will ring the chimes and tell us that it’s time to power down all electronics. The flight attendants will appear soon after, like a secret police force, and move quickly down the aisle to admonish any poor fool who still has a computer on or Beats By Dre headphones over their ears. They do this because using electronics past the indicated cut off time is only slightly less of an offense than failing to put your tray table to the full, upright and locked position. The FAA knows best. Forty nine minutes to go…

I guess WiFi on planes is something that’s happened in the last 5 years. But I rarely purchased it, because the $10 or $15 charge per flight is hardly a value when compared to paying $50 for an entire month at home. Besides, when I’m on a plane it’s really the only time I have to fully disconnect from the world. This is partially down to the obvious challenges posed by being stuck in a fast-moving tubular vessel at thirty-five thousand feet (though this challenge is clearly being mitigated). But it’s also partially down to a matter of choice – at least for now, it’s still socially acceptable to be unavailable while flying. I know this from personal experience – I’ve had plenty of people get mad at me for not being at their beckon call. But none of these people got mad (or stayed mad) when the excuse given was that I was on a plane. Forty minutes to go…

So I’ve told you that I am writing this post while on a flight. And I’ve also told you that I never purchase WiFi while on planes. So the obvious question you may be asking right now is how am I doing this? Well let me explain…

In the last week of December, I received a fancy envelope from Southwest in the mail. Inside was a new frequent flyer card plus notification saying that due to the fact that I had flown over 50 segments in 2012 (going back and forth to Oakland every week for more than half the year apparently adds up), I had been granted access to the prestigious halls of the Southwest customer experience known as “A-List Preferred” membership. Because of this, I get to use the special security line (five minutes of extra sleep in the mornings), priority boarding (which hasn’t really happened yet), a 100% earning bonus on points (which is actually cool), priority standby (which I haven’t tested yet), a dedicated “A-List Preferred” customer service number (which I will probably never use – 800 numbers are so ten years ago) and, you guessed it – free WiFi on all flights.

Twenty eight minutes to go and we are now descending. I should proof-read and publish.

Finally, A Win

After I did the broken brick workout last Wednesday, my training took a little bit of a dive.  Thursday I was supposed to do a thirty minute pre-breakfast fasting run, which would have also acted as some recovery from the previous nights’ work.  But I woke up and had zero motivation to get out of bed forty-five minutes earlier than would normally be required for regular life stuff, so I blew the run off.  In the evening I was supposed to swim, but was caught up in LA at a meeting that was going well enough to make me not want to pull some sort of rude, psycho triathlete move to cut it short.  So instead, I sat in 5 PM LA traffic instead of swimming.

groundhog_dayFriday I was supposed to do a sixty minute pre-breakfast fasting ride.  But just like a scene out of Ground Hog Day, I woke up and had zero motivation to get out of bed an hour and fifteen minutes earlier than would normally be required for regular life stuff.  At this point, I started to wonder if I had hit Wednesday’s workout just a little to hard, and this second day of absolutely no morning motivation was my body’s way of telling me to go f$%! myself.

However, by late afternoon I was feeling ready to have a go. Luckily, my workout plan had just the thing to indulge this – 12 x 800 sprints.  Since I usually do these on the treadmill, I headed to the gym.

Jetson+on+treadmillAfter a ten minute spin on a stationary bike to loosen up the legs, I claimed a treadmill and got ready to start.  But the treadmill didn’t want to cooperate – I was pushing the buttons to increase the speed, but the machine was only responding to every 4th or 5th push.  And when I finally got it spinning at about 6 MPH, it died – the belt stopped and all the lights went out.  I gave the control panel a hard stare for about 30 seconds holding hope that I would scare it back into working.  And one of the displays did come back on – telling me that the machine had about 3 errors and needed service.  So much for my stare.

Whatever, I can switch machines, right?  Wrong.  They were all occupied.  I waited five minutes before one freed up.  But guess what?  This one goes into error mode within seconds of pushing start.

So I waited for another one.  Ten minutes later, one became free.  This one seems to work OK and I get in three intervals.  Things are on track until **BOOM**, the treadmill shuts down halfway through the fourth interval and I go crashing into the front rail.  And remember, I’m running these things fast, at about a 6:15/mile pace.  So as you can imagine, this hurt.

At this point, I decide to leave the gym.

Saturday, I was supposed to ride.  But at 6 AM, Ian came cruising in to Mary and my bedroom.  Out of the blue, he wants to go to the mountains and go sledding.  How can I say no to this? – I like sledding too.  So no ride.

Today I got up and immediately went for a run.  Seventy-five minutes later I was done and given the past couple days somewhat shocked that I was.  And then at around four this afternoon, I went to the pool for a swim.  I didn’t have to wait for a lane.  In fact, the joint was empty.  One hour, 2000 yards.  Finally, a win.  The stars are once again aligned.

And The Winner Is….Both!

photo-126As I’m sure you all know, there are two major schools of thought when it come to running shoes. There are those who believe that shoes with a high amount of stability, support and cushioning are what’s needed to protect the feet from the force and impact of miles and miles of running. On the other side of the equation, many believe that humans are, shall we say, “born to run” and that very little of anything is needed when it comes to the construction of a running shoe.

Though I will admit I’ve spent plenty of time making fun of barefoot runners, this actually comes down to the fact that I love poking fun at the crunchy-groovy stereotype that has come to represent barefoot purists, solely because I grew up listening to Minor Threat and not The Grateful Dead. But in all actuality, I discovered the less is more concept quite early. I ran exclusively in Newtons (which were probably some of the first minimalist shoes to come on to the market) between 2009 and 2012 with a tremendous amount of success.

But late last year I strained my Achilles’ Tendon. And though I was able to get myself back on the road rather quickly, it never fully healed until after Oceanside when I took about four months off from running to spend the summer to concentrate on cycling.

By the time I picked things back up this past September, I had made a few changes. The daily foam rolling and wall stretches were two carry-overs from earlier in the year when I was rehabbing. But I also made a running shoe change. Though I still used my Newtons, I also got a pair of Hoka One Ones, which by most initial methods of comparison seem to be designed with the exact philosophical opposite to the Newton way of thinking. But that’s really not the case. Although each company is taking a radically different approach to design, they are both committed to make shoes that offer best in class efficiency, running form, traction and stability.

I’ve been using the Hoka’s for my long and recovery runs, and the Newtons come out for all interval and tempo runs, because to my personal taste this is what I feel each shoe is best suited for. I have to say that this has been working out really well. The real test was in December, when I finally built my volume back up to where it used to be. Everything felt good, and that’s a good thing.