‘Cheatin Koons

Every coach has their own special ways of describing what they want their athletes to do, and pushing them to break through limits. Excellent coaches are often uniquely gifted in how they express themselves.

Earlier this week, the team I skate with was doing one of those brutal skate drills that basically involves gliding along on one foot, and getting so deep into the skate position that the knee is close to the ankle of the support leg, and don’t let that free foot touch the ice!

Folding yourself in half while balancing on 1mm of steel, and holding it for a looong time, improves many neuromuscular aspects of skating, and is also a guaranteed triple shot espresso of ouch…. Please don’t hurt your knees if you try this, it is easier if you are properly warmed up too…

As we were swimming through these rough seas of lactic acid, coach Scott Koons shouted from the center of the group:


“Come on! get lower! If you are cheating on this drill, you aren’t cheatin ‘Koons, you are cheating yourself!”

Through my own haze & shaky one leg glide, I thought, “wow, I need to remember that one”…. As it accurately describes drills for what they really, are: litmus tests of personal responsibility & motivation.

Later in the gym, during workout #2, I got Scott’s permission to share his words here.

Maybe a top accomplishment of a great coach is to embed phrases, attitudes, and goals inside an athlete’s mind, so even when that coach is not physically there, they still are with you. Even though Boris is not coaching this year, I still can replay his unique voice, & his brilliant ways of describing skating in my mind.

“Coaching is making men do what they don’t want, so they can become what they want to be.”
-Tom Landry

This is true no matter what sport it is applied to, from the Dallas Cowboys to ‘Koon’s bunch of bladed dreamers.

I now open the floor to you, dear reader, what have coaches of yours said? What has stuck in your mind through time?

and I do define the term “coach” loosely, if your great-aunt said something that resonated, and applies to this discussion, that is fine.

Find Your Groove

In the summer of 2002, I went to Calgary for training camp. On a hot, windy Alberta day, Canadian National All-around team coach Arno Hoogveld led the group to a frighteningly steep hill.

Some of the younger members of the camp had been slacking off, and I will never forget Arno standing in front of the group, hands on hips like a marine drill sergeant -and he told us a truth that in my memory replays like this:


“Look at the grooves in this hill. Elite speedskaters from all over the world have made these grooves sprinting and low-walking up this hill…. If you want to be serious about this sport, stop screwing around, get in those grooves, and work hard. I will give $50 to anyone who can run to the top of this hill in under a minute!!”

The group snapped to a razor sharp predatory attention, and within a few minutes, 5 at a time, we were charging up that hill in pursuit of $50.

No one even came close to the prize… But several skaters did throw up along the way.

I overheard the coaches talking later that there are only a few men in the world who can make it up that hill in under a minute.

Years later, when I was in Calgary for a race, I went back, and got a good picture of this hill, the grooves faintly visible under a layer of snow. There is a waist high metal pipe at the very top, and you can barely see it here. This sucker is STEEP.

Training camps are not just to create fitness, they are also meant to change habits.

Every summer since then, I hear Arno’s words echoing in my mind, and I find a good steep hill to do running sprints on.

I have always thought that if I work consistently & insanely hard, eventually I will wear my own groove into a hillside, if I can do that, then I am truly getting somewhere with this sport.

Today as I was doing my sprints, I started to see that after a whole summer of charging up this one hill 2-3 times a week, -the grass was thinner & flattened along the path I have taken over and over.

In this sport of constant learning, maybe I am finally finding my groove.

This season I have been training a bit more like a track cyclist than a true speedskater, throwing everything into becoming more explosive & powerful for the first 10-20 seconds of my 500m. I will find out in a few months if sacrifices and “this new groove” translate into results.

Find your groove, whatever it may be, and then throw everything into it. Isn’t that what life is all about anyway?

5th Anniversary

The jazz band was pressurized like they were jamming in the belly of a nuclear submarine cruising 20,000 leagues under the groove sea.

Their song selection was Red Hot Chili Peppers, Prince, Portishead, Fleetwood Mac, and John Lennon. No vocals, just smooth periscopes & torpedoes of groove, sh-boom, sh-boom…

Jess and I shared sushi and plum wine, and celebrated our 5th wedding anniversary. Our emotional sonar peering into the future & looking back. This amazing life, my amazing wife, 5 years… wow…

Somehow this feels like this will be my last speedskating season, I have worked so hard, but every submarine must surface. After several glasses of sake, and glorious raw concoctions from the sushi bar, this fuzzy reality seeps in, and it’s ok…

The next morning, Jess goes off to work, and the dog and I do an easy recovery jog on the Salt Flats. I am still sore (and that’s normal) from my intense day in the weight room. I find peace in the weirdness & foulness that is the Salt Lake.

The recent rains created bands of slop; If it’s possible, Lilly did her best to get more muddy than my shoes. After a two miles of mud-trotting, & Lilly doing multiple mud-angels (like us humans make “snow-angels”) we arrived at the water.

Lilly waded out and flopped in the six inch deep sea-monkey filled soup of the great Salt Lake, wagging her tail furiously in the constant NOW of being a happy dog.

She kept looking at me as if to say: “come on in, the slime is GREAT!”.

Someday Lilly will be gone, someday the Salt Lake will dry up. Someday America will be gone like Rome is gone, my skate blades will rust away to nothingness, and this body I inhabit will be returned to its natural element breakdown: 65% water/35% coffee grounds & lime Gatorade mix.

But for now, for this brief moment I have, I love my wife & the last 5 years of our marriage, and I want to return every ounce of unconditonal love the once terribly abused Lilly shows me. That is enough.

Thoughts from Chris

For most of us, our opinions have only as much reach as the range of our voice. But there are folks out there in positions to implement policy, and those opinions are worth highlighting.

I asked current US Speedskating board member/national sprint team skater/& good guy Chris Needham, for his opinion on the recent thriving discussion. Here is what he had to say:


On the topic of Inline to ice, I think that it can be a very good thing. There is no doubt that some of our best skaters have come from the Inline world, and I support the cross pollination of the sports.

One must realize that for every 1 great Inliner there are 5 who quit within a year and 4 who go on to be good skaters, but not great, we need to improve this ratio. These numbers are still much better than the current USS farm system. The problem that most Inliners have is that they think that they can walk into this sport and dominate like Chad did. When they don’t do this they get frustrated and usually quit. The ones that make it accept that they are learning something new and that it will take lots of hard work and commitment. Our best Inline to Ice athletes like KC, Jen, Derek, and Joey worked amazingly hard to get to the level they are at. Even Chad realizes that it takes a lot of work to maintain his position at that top level.

I also think that everyone looks to much at Inline for the next great thing, we can’t forget about the worlds of Hockey, and Figure Skating. Cindy Klaussen, Eric Flaim, Tucker Fredricks, Marc Pelchat, Dan Weinstein, Myself, John Loquai, Andrew Love, and probably a ton of others I missed came from the world of hockey. I know a lot of former skaters, especially women, an area that we need more depth, came from figure skating.

We also need to develop a strong farm system that starts with our local clubs. USS’s role in this should be to help develop better “real life” coaching education for our clubs, not to finance local clubs and coaches. Clubs need to step up by recruiting and developing new local skaters of all ages and abilities. We need to bring back the days when you went to a competition wearing your club skin, not a Cat 1 skin. The Inline world is a perfect example, everyone wears their team colors. We all look like clones of each other out there.

In order for USS to prosper we need to expand our recruiting not just to the world of In-line, but also to Hockey, Figure Skating, and grassroots development that starts at our clubs. We can’t get by looking for ready made stars. We would be like the Yankees if we did this, they spend everything on winning right now and nothing on the future. That is why the Red Sox will prosper in the long run.

Train Hard,

Chris Needham

It is worth mentioning that I have seen this proud member of the Red Sox Nation skate 24 second laps in his BoSox hat. How it stays on his head at the 35+ mph velocity this elite athlete travels is a mystery of physics (or perhaps a mystery of faith???).

McSkate

Blog reader Steve Johnson sent me this. This is a “Skate-thru” window at a McDonalds in Singapore.

Thanks Steve! I can now die happy knowing that McDonalds has embraced our sport fully! As of this posting their website even has an inliner on the international home page! Although I am not really sure what that skater is doing….

More Champions

What a whirlwind of discussion in the last post! Sometimes a picture is worth a thousand words, a first time commenter, Mark Virtue, is from the Bremerton speed skating club.

I wandered by that site, and noticed some extensive galleries from their regional competition; literally thousands of photos showing many age categories. I picked a few images of kids at warp speed to illustrate what I was talking about earlier.

I have always believed that we are SKATERS first, ice or inline, sprint or marathon, almost as an afterthought or circumstance. To prove that theorem, here is another gallery of skaters that I stumbled across, of a bunch of Dutch guys out for a ramble across a frozen lake.

I looked and looked, but could not find an email to ask offical permission, so I will just put one here (politely invoking karmic forgiveness), and say check out their site.

These lake skaters could probably have a very lengthy and happy discussion with the American indoor inline kids- 5,000 miles away, about equipment, technique, training, love for the sport, and some really good crash stories…

We are all skaters first,…..

Death of an Oval

I am not talking about the SLC oval (knock on wood!) but rather the slowly crumbling facility up in Butte, Montana. In February of 2003 I had a REALLY good 500m race there at US national age-class championships, and set my first masters record.

Here is what Butte looked like, on that day in 2003. This is me with my friends Carla & Kathie in the warm sun.

So I have some warm fuzzy memories of that track, as do many skaters. This track was often used by Dan Jansen, Eric Flaim, Bonnie Blair, and others in their early season preparation, and as recently as 8 years ago was the site of world cups & world championships, and countless national age class meets. (most of these links are to several of Jerry Search’s exceptional photo galleries, here is a panorama he put together, a really good sense of the track)

When I was driving to Idaho, Jessica and I passed through Butte. To keep my motivational fires going, I went visit the track. Maps still list this facility as the “US high altitude sports center”. I was horrified at what I found there.

The track & buildings are one notch from ruin. Many cooling pipes are broken and poking up out of the ground like skeletal remains. Windows are shattered and birds fly in and out, roosting inside the central building, covering the insides with guano.

Looking in the dirty & broken windows, one can see rooms with pads, slideboards, EMT supplies, massage tables, and on one wall, the results from an America’s cup in 2004. Maybe the last time this rink was used?? Is there still anyone skating in Butte?

The only sign of recent human use I could see was some writ-large pornographic graffiti drawn on the gravel of the track. Someone is still mowing the grass, so maybe there is still useage of the grounds, but I doubt it.

Paul Marchese joked once that he wanted to buy Butte’s compressors, and set up an oval in his backyard. In all seriousness, as sad as the demise of this once beautiful track is, there is opportunity within destruction:

Why not dedicate a grant writer to find a corporate sponsor or federal grant, load all the salvageable equipment into a U-Haul, and transfer the ESSENTIAL GUTS of this oval to a MAJOR population center, or even better, an athletic field on the grounds of a huge university? New York City? Boston? Seattle? Somewhere with a major winter sports vibe and a critical mass of hockey clubs as feeders. One could then re-create the track within a tennis-bubble style structure.

Admit implicitly in its creation that a speedskating facility can never pay for itself, so use the infield for something else, like indoor soccer fields, batting cages, a bingo hall, volleyball courts, an expo-area, slot machines, maybe a lab that needs a “cold” environment, ANYTHING that will pay for it’s existence, and maybe give athletes the possibility of off-season jobs.

Is this a pie-in-the-sky idea? Maybe. Of course, the devil is always in the details, and re-creating a long track can involve some really expensive details, but it’s worth at least considering, rather than simply letting birds crap on possibility, and letting the elements slowly destroy potential.

Step back, and from a distance, the track still hums with memories, mine and others, but I am not sure if it will continue to create new ones.

p.s. The Butte oval is not completely dead!! I emailed one of the Montana speedskating club contacts, and this is what Tina wrote back.

Andrew,
The oval is not dead. As you saw, the tubing is shot, so we quit using it in December 2004. Last winter we went on 100% natural ice. We had ice from the beginning of January until just about March. It was the best ice we’ve had in years. WE plan on sticking with natural ice unless we get a $3 million wind fall. Since we are on natural ice and can’t guarantee it, we no longer host sanctioned meets. The building has needed work for years. It never really got finished. We are trying to chip away at small improvements this summer.

The club got down to about nothing, but we starting working hard last winter to rebuild interest. We do seem to have a core handful of children and adults now.

If you have a few million dollars laying around, feel free to send some.

Koorman’s Cavaliers

The Salt Lake Oval is one of the best long-track facilities in the world. There has always been a small short track club, but no top level short-track team to equal the long track vibe.

This summer Mike Koorman started an ambitious short track program, and several people I know have joined. They are happy in summer training hell.

I ran into them this morning, in the green, leafy expanse of Liberty Park. I love the smell of burning quads in the morning! This turncable workout looked vicious! Easy stepping until it begins to hurt, then an all out sprint… This is Inacio Lopez bopping along.

Like me, all these guys came to Salt Lake to become the best they can be in this crazy sport. My mood was warmed via mutual inspiration, or is that merely heatstroke?

As I was warming up for my own plateful of inline intervals, I was chatting with them, and met Nick, an easygoing short tracker just moved here from California. I introduced myself, and he said, “oh, I know who you are, I read your blog!”

You could’ve knocked me over with a feather…. Sometimes I forget that people actually read this, then I look at my webstats in wonderment at the numbers I see… It’s now my ambition now to meet as many of you mysterious daily readers as I can!

Rainbows & Syd

Last night, as some small thunderstorms moved through Salt Lake, an astonishing rainbow appeared over my neighborhood. It was horizon to horizon, an arc of incomprehensible beauty, so clear you could even see distortional ribs of color bands invisible to the naked eye. There has been no photoshopping of these pics at all, you are viewing true pixels directly from the digital camera, click on them for bigger versions.

Syd Barrett, a founding member of Pink Floyd, passed away today. I wonder if this is some celestial special effects unit sending up a psychedelic memorial to him. Syd’s is a complicated story, too long and out of place to be told here.

Last week Jess and I had a wonderful trip to Idaho to ride the 75 mile long Trail of the Coeur D’Alenes, and I have a half-written post with lots of photography included to publish about that, including a really bad pun involving tiramisu and local wildlife, as well as some tattoos, thoughts about hot tubs, and images of a heaven for inline skaters…

But since I got back to Salt Lake my brain has been felt fairly numbed and useless, and that makes me angry. I feel the motions of work, of training hard in the summer heat, of striving towards the goals that matter to me (the fall world cup qualifier is only 14 weeks away!!), but there is no underlying drive of purpose there. Some people can be content with a fully air-conditioned, TV-buffered existence. I am not, but there needs to be driving purpose when one steps away from the easy paths. Why am I doing hard hill sprint repeats on a hot July day? Why do I go to the gym over and over? Why does writing matter? And why am I so pissed off when the writing is just not happening?

Then I stumble across reads like the astonishingly well written Searchblog, and don’t feel so bereft of purpose, in fact, it seems that physical effort is a wonderful way to wring some answers out of right here, right now. Maybe this is why there is such a popularity of really hard solo sports in America today.

Snakes & Inline

If you have ever had a snake as a pet, you have likely seen in the last few days before it sheds its skin, it’s eyes become milky and cloudy. It’s the last step before it shrugs off its old dirty scales, and struggles outward into new growth.

Maybe that is what I have been feeling for the last month, last year was SO intense, so purposeful, so clear in its focus towards Olympic trials & racing in Europe afterwards. Maybe I don’t want to leave that skin, but it’s old, and clouding my senses with a depressive anesthesia.

Enough mopery! my brother sings of the joy of the texas breakfast taco, and if I lived nearer, we could eat them together and he would pick on me and I would smile & feel better.

Snakes, before they shed their skin, will rub their noses against something, to make the break in the armor that they will wriggle through. In that light, I did something different last night, I went along with the Salt Lake City Friday night skate.

It was a blast, 7 other good souls, on a wide variety of skates, bopping though the traffic of downtown Salt Lake. The sun dipped behind the hills, and the air became that perfect warmth, that urban summer evening energy of a lively town just awakening to Friday night.

There was no destination set, no training mission, nothing other than the joy of skating. That is the root of how I got into this sport, goofing around on my inlines, and I needed to remind myself of it. We whizzed through the streets of Salt Lake with agile abandon, and finally ended up at a bakery for cookies!

There is such essential joy in this simple sensation of flight, in all the senses being awake & your life as clear as the cars 3 feet from your left shoulder (& the pretty girls in the sports car telling us we were cute was a bonus!).

Complications fall away when you touch base with that one thing you were truly meant to do. For me in this life it seems to be skating, and in the humid dark, gliding back to the car, I was smiling again.