Trolley Square

Trolley Square, this afternoon.

Last night an 18 year old shot 5 people dead here. We don’t even know the name of the killer yet, but the reasons that teenage white men put on trench coats & go nuts in a blaze of dysfunctional family-provided firepower often pan out the same.

Dozens of news trucks are surrounding this small mall of restaurants, clothing shops & a movie theatre. Satellite dishes and huge 50 foot antenna masts loom over news anchors streaming constant updates & commentary skyward about this nationwide “tragedy of the day” as traffic blithely hisses past.

I can see the lit entrance of Trolley Square from my bedroom window, and drive by it several times a day. The gym Jessica & I lift weights in is “Trolley Corners” right across the road.

This how the New York Times described what happened:

Witnesses told of the sounds of gunfire, screaming and crying and of a scene of havoc that lasted almost an hour during dinnertime

and here is the Salt Lake Tribune’s piece:

The bodies were found “in various parts of the mall.” Witnesses told The Tribune that three bodies were in Cabin Fever card store, one in Pottery Barn Kids and another outside of Bath and Body Works.

Horrors, absolute horrors.

When random violent death comes to “Pottery Barn Kids”, does it change how we look at this world?

I have often wished in a small way that this was a wider kind of blog, so I could write about more things that simply skating in a circle. I went to practice this morning, skated well, and forgot all about murder on my doorstep. It did not even really register emotionally when a coach told me his wife was headed to Trolley Square when this happened, and at the last minute she went to a different mall.

Then I drove by Trolley Square on my way home.

I wrote about 10 paragraphs that I just deleted, firstly about how our culture is changing because of the Iraq war, like this shocking photo in the NY times of this tragedy as it happened.

I wrote about the connection between this seemingly random horror and the 100 found dead every day in Baghdad. Many of them tortured with blowtorches & power drills before being shot.

Is there a connection? Absolutely! The connection is in what a human soul goes through, and how is it humiliated, shaped, & twisted, before being able to commit horrors like this.

And are we, as a wider society, partially to blame? Both in the emptiness & loneliness of our own society, that so often is a catalyst for the latent psychopathic element that has always been and will always be with us.

And are we to blame, as Americans, for creating a place where extremely well armed psychopaths praise god on one hand, and then create 20 Trolley Squares worth of death every single day with the other.

I almost just deleted these last 5 paragraphs, but this time, I will leave them.

Food Poisoning

Really, really sucks!!!!!!

I will spare you a lyric description of violent digestive purging, but the aftermath felt like I was at the losing end of drunken fistfight with a rolling ball of sledgehammers.

This past October, I was skating like never before. Since then I have been sick twice, (getting slower each time) and now this.

Our strength as thinking creatures is that we can see patterns in the world. However it’s also been scientifically proven that humans constantly imagine & create patterns where there truly are none. The gift of intelligence is also it’s Achilles heel.

Am I overtrained? Getting old? Not enough veggies in my diet? Struck down by vengeful muses who cursed the spicy bean dip Jessica made for a Superbowl party?

Who knows…

But I do know this for sure; there were quite a few moments yesterday when I was so incapacitated I did not give a damm about skating, and before my unfocusing eyes was that burning truth we so often ignore until it ferociously smashes us into blubbering bits:

Health is wealth, and should be appreciated every minute that we have it.

Korean skaters bow before stepping on the ice. I will practice my own internal, silent, westernized version of that next time I am at the rink.

I feel much better today, still sore from the sledgehammers, but I might actually be able to eat. Yay!

Wasatch Short Track

A week ago, the Wasatch speedskating club put on some low-key, fun races.

I rarely get to watch short track racing, and I had many friends competing, so I left my skate bag home, and trooped over to cheer on the fun. Short Track is such a blast to watch.

For a few skaters, this was a final tune up skate before National Championships. For others, just some fast laps with friends. For some of the younger ones, maybe it was one of their first times stepping to the starting line.

I brought my video camera, the results are not perfect, but for those unfamiliar with the daring and athleticism involved in this G-force defying activity, this is fun to watch. I have not tried to tape Short Track before, and learned a lot about catching the action, and included clips from every category. The song is “sorrow” from the Pink Floyd Album “a momentary lapse of reason”.

Click here for a high quality Quicktime, or start the YouTube below.

(this is the kind of video where you can really see the vast difference between quicktime vs flash-based)

It’s worth mentioning that in the opening sequence, a skater takes a nasty fall, Anthony was ok, even though he had his bell rung pretty nicely by hitting his head on Matt’s passing thigh.

If you are going to smack into a human being at high speed, the quadriceps of a speedskater are not the softest, most shock absorbing choice.

Something you are

The bicycle and I are old friends. After spending a decade of my life competing in 450+ bicycle races, maybe it’s more appropriate to describe this particular old friend as an abusive co-dependent sweat & endorphin-drinking buddy.

Here is me and my old friend in 1991, racing through the rainy streets of Boston right next to the Charles river. But I shouldn’t complain too much about this old friend, or the crazy things we used to do, I still have both collarbones intact, and more fond memories than crash stories.

I ride my Powercranks indoors during wintertime, but owing to how brutally cold this winter has been and my focusing on the ice speedskating season, it’s been months since I rode outdoors.

However, today, 55 degrees!! Omigosh!!!

I could almost hear my single speed road bike howling with uncaged titanium joy as I wheeled it from the garage.

Within a few minutes I was bopping through the hills of the Avenues District of Salt Lake. However I was surprised to feel the bike was an imposter between me and speed; the handlebars were rudely intruding into my field of vision, and I felt like a dumb motor turning the gear(s) on a machine.

I never feel that when skating. When skating I am flying, free, willing myself into velocity and skimming across the land like a cruise missile (well, a slow missile, Mr stopwatch tells me I am still skating like crap).

A wonderfully written and fascinating blog, Fat Cyclist, had this quote about riding recently.

I love the climb because the descent payoff is incredible. The curves come at you nonstop as you’re descending as fast as you dare to go, making bets with yourself as to what your tires’ limits of adhesion are.

If you get into a descending groove, you stop feeling like your bike is something you’re riding.

Instead, it’s something you are.

It’s been so long that I’ve been away from bike racing, that this feeling is a hazy memory. Or maybe there is only enough room in a soul to feel that about one thing at a time, as I have heard similar ecstatic descriptions of driving a sports car, horse jumping, etc…

There will be time to find the bike again this summer. Since I don’t plan to be leaping about in the lactic acid blast furnace of dryland training, I am looking forward to knobbily skipping my way across the slickrock in Moab, or leaning through twisting canyons near my house, feeling those wild changes of air temperature as a climb-sweat soaked body plummets downward through the swirling mix of rising desert heat & sinking mountain air.

Sigh…. Like so many, I am an addict of that moment, that oneness with velocity. I am never sure if it’s the moment itself that is peaceful, or that one finds peace after feeling those moments.

Sometimes a man can be dated as surely by his athletic gear as he can by his favorite band during high school. Here is a photo of my single-speed’s drivetrain.

If there are any other old-school bike snobs like myself reading this, I give them one guess as to who was president when I was most active as a racer.

Petoskey

These photos are from a meet this past weekend, at the Petoskey, Michigan, outdoor long track.

In this below photo, I can almost taste that sharp-midwest chill coming out of the cold deep blue sky. You can also see photographer Tom Cole’s shadow highlighted by the low-angle winter sun.

Click on each of these photos for a bigger version.

I once thought that this was a track made out of a pond. The truth is more interesting. What Michigan speedskaters do is pack the snow over a soccer field, and then flood it to create this track.

You can see a race starting in the distance, and that odd phenomena of the light-caught skate tracks in ice, a bit like curving meteors.

The European standard has always been 400m. American long tracks in the past were sometimes quite a bit shorter. I have heard Petoskey is 300m.

Here are 3 determined skaters, racing in appropriate outdoor warm gear (unlike me, a finnish blog about competitive swimming recently poked good-natured fun at my freezing in lake placid).

Thanks again, go out to Tom for these photos.

Some might scoff at a small outdoor track, built over a soccer field, comparing it to the massive indoor facilities. How much good can it do?

I think the answer is PLENTY. Every place where skaters can gather and train/race together is a good thing. It creates community, strong clubs, friendships & fun racing.

Even if all you care about is the USA medal count at the Olympics (and there are many who only measure success this way) if there are enough clubs/communities out there, then when a phenomenal athlete who has national caliber ability comes along, he/she will find existing coaches, mentors, and somewhere to train where skaters gather. If they don’t have this, then they find another sport to excel in.

The most current visible Petoskey alumnus that I know of at the National Level is Matt Hotchkiss. He races strongly in both short and long track. Here is an image of him competing at the America’s cup this past December, during the last 800m of a 5k.

Repeat his experience over and over, in tracks all over the USA, you create a strong national scene. A hot national scene is the forge that smelts ambition and talent into world-class skaters. Create enough world-class skaters, then you will find that tiny number of special individuals who become Olympic medalists.

Who then inspire the whole cycle to begin again, in places like Petoskey, Michigan.

One of These Days

You might have noticed that the quality of video on this blog has jumped noticeably since my old computer died. This is in large measure because my wonderful Grandfather helped me afford a REALLY powerful Mac laptop. For video editing, you do need a very fast computer.

My Grandpa just turned 92, and worked for Kodak for 32 years, so he appreciates powerful technology, and frequently reads this blog.

So, with thanks for my Grandpa, here is a compilation movie of some interesting videos I had lying around. The music is one of my favorite Pink Floyd tracks, “One of these days” from a live show they did on the BBC in 1970.

Here is the high quality Quicktime, or the YouTube below.

Video Shot List

Me, on a brutally snowy day in Inzell
Several clips of Russian Olympian Sergei Kornilov skating & lifting
Marco Bucci, Turcable and a 500m
Nate DiPalma & Myself, Dryland
Boris Leikin, Inzell (I hope to be half as strong/fast when I am 53)
A Rainbow near Ault, Colorado
Hedrick, Parra, Loquai, Meek & Macky, during a hard workout
Olu, Matt Trimble, Randy Plett & Steve Desotell
Norwegian Peter Andersen & a Finnish Skater, Salt Lake world cup
An “anonymous” rear end with Holland shorts on
Dutch skater & 2002 Gold Medalist Gerard van Velde, almost smacking into a Russian.
Scott Koons & the F.A.S.T. team
Tony Davis, plyometrics
Liam Ortega in Calgary, some years ago.
Mia Manganello, at the end of a 3k (I crashed hard taping this, but I love this section)
Myself crashing, twice in Salt lake & then almost getting run over by Paul Marchese in Lake Placid
Marco Bucci, tripping & almost crashing into me
Eva Rodansky, ripping out some turncable
Eva Rodansky the last few steps of her final race, Olympic trials
The speedometer of my car, somewhere in VERY rural Colorado
2-time Olympian Marc Pelchat, whoosh!!!
Marc Pelchat & Tucker Fredericks, Olympic trials (video actually shot by Ray Medley, but waaay too cool not to include, as these guys both opened in 9.61)
Derek Parra, goofing around
Derek Parra, final corner of his 1500 at Olympic trials, he passed Chris Callis & made the olympic team at this moment.
Joey Cheek & Joji Kato. Kato setting the world record
Chad Hedrick setting the 10k world record during Olympic trials. This final lap was a 28!

Bad Crash…

I watched national team member Pat Meek go whizzing by me at top speed. That was the training job for the day, top speed, and I remember thinking; “Wow, he looks good, I wonder what that lap time will be…”

He disappeared around the corner, and my mind wandered back to whatever silly thing it was stewing over…

30 seconds of self absorbed coasting later, I turn the corner, and see Pat against the wall, curled up on the ice, surrounded by frantic coaches calling for immediate medical attention…

When an NFL player is injured during a game, and it looks truly bad, both teams will often come together in the middle of the field, kneeling & holding hands, praying together that the injured athlete will be ok.

We don’t have any kind of tradition like that in speedskating, but we should.

The wheelchair came out, and slowly, carefully, they picked Pat up. His shoulders & legs had melted a shape into the ice, like a crime scene, Surrounded by swirling marks from dull coach skates.

It’s hard to tell when someone is bleeding badly when they wear a bright red skinsuit, even though the impact had torn his suit up pretty well.

As they were wheeling him away, He looked pale & shaken, but coherent. Scott Koons told me it looked like Pat cut himself pretty badly on his own blade as he mashed into the wall, might need a frankenstien of stitches, but should be ok.

As I write this, I really don’t know how badly he is hurt. Will he be able to skate US Nationals that start 5 days from today? Is it a flesh wound or a really nasty injury? I don’t know. It was a scary moment, and all of us on the ice were quite upset, to see a friend being carted away in a wheelchair.

Speedskating is a sport with some risk involved, but many of the wonderful things life has to offer contain risk. Living inside a concrete bunker wearing a suit of armor & never going outside might be safe, but it’s not a LIFE.

Here is Pat, truly living life/racing a 10k just a few weeks ago:

Heal well Pat.

Coondogs & Coonpups

My wife’s ancient iMac is an ok machine, but it’s frustrating trying to write fluidly on an unfamiliar keyboard… So I am going to be really visual for today’s post-

This first photo was taken at the Quebec ice marathon two weekends ago by Ross Hanham, and originally posted on his Masters Speedskating Newsblog.

This is 73 year old Canadian Speedskating hall of famer Pierre Gagné following 10 year old Paisley Perrie on the rolling start of the 40km, 100 lap race.

There is so much that I love about this shot, for so many, many reasons. Maybe the most important is that speedskating is a profoundly multi-generational sport, as this shows. Want a larger one for your desktop? click on the photo.

I took this next image during the last 300m of the Liam Ortega vs. Kreg Greer 5k at the America’s cup. This is Liam, hammering out his final lap. In the big version (click on the image for it), you can read his laptime on the scoreboard & in the hands of Derek Parra, holding the lapboard. I like the curves, the reflections in the ice, how Liam holds his free hand on his back, and the implied speed of the image..

Liam did not skate the times he wanted this past weekend, but he said bad weather stuck him in airports for 2 full days on the way to this competition; that’s really not good for the legs! Even so, he qualified & will be traveling to Torino for the World University games.

Liam’s pair Kreg Greer did not fare so well in the race or after, and ended up in the hospital that evening suffering from a multitude of things- (the doc said he had never seen such a high white blood cell count in a 20-year old). He is feeling better after antibiotics. Get well soon Kreg!

To the right is shown the duct-taped & battered Bont skates of Justin Stelly. He is skating some impressive 5k and 10k times. With 5 minutes notice & on a whim, he skated a 15:14 10k at the America’s cup, he also has skated 7:14 in the 5k (translation: fast). He is a long time inliner, on the ice for only about 2 months now. Wow!

I asked him about the “coonpup” on his skates-

He laughed and said that folks from Louisiana are sometimes known as “Coondogs” and that when he was 6 years old, racing at an indoor inline event, Chad Hedrick called him “The Coonpup” and the nickname has stuck with him ever since.

Deseret News Article, & April!!!

Deseret News reporter Heidi Bruce came out to the oval to watch the World University Games qualifer races this past weekend, and she did a nice story on them that quoted me a bit (if this link “rots” over time, here is a .pdf I saved of the article).

It’s very difficult to step into an intense subculture of any kind, and do it justice in a newspaper report, but I think she accurately captured what I call “the skate tribe” in its usual fine form. She saw the intensity, focus, & “mask” required for racing, and then the camaraderie off the ice.

She did miss the factual item that James Clay Warren finished second to me in the 500m, not Matt Plummer. But that’s ok, being a reporter is really hard. If you asked me to cover a basketball game, I would fail miserably at describing the subtleties & subculture of that sport, and probably miss statistics too.

The photographer at the event grabbed a FANTASTIC photo of Michael Stein-Stewart, that goes along with the article. Mike has level shoulders, hip to the inside of the push, good blade direction, and the NIKE logo is even visible to make sponsors happy. I follow him during training every time I can. If I could figure out how to build corner pressure through a turn the way he does, I’d be skating some scary fast times.

I won’t republish the shot of Mike here out of deep respect for digital copyright. But again here is the link to the article.

Hedi also wrote about Saturday’s races as well (here is the .pdf)

Thanks Heidi!

Speedskating has won more Olympic medals for the USA than all the other sports combined. We skate tribe members know that it’s a beautiful, inspiring, fascinating sport full of unique stories. It’s nice when the media shows up and agrees outside of the Olympi-gasm.

Here is my visual evidence of what I am talking about, April Medley has been really sick recently, however she desperately wanted to qualify for World University Games & her performances this weekend were not up to her usual standard. In her final chance, she threw down a technically excellent 5k, even though she was obviously tired & not her normal self.

There was a whole row of people screaming, hamming the pads, clapping, and yelling encouragement as she suffered through her last 50m. It was LOUD, and some of the loudest were other skaters who had beaten her earlier in the weekend.

April made it!!! And will be on the plane to Torino for the World University Games in late january.

You can see how happy she is, here with fellow qualifiers, from L to R, Tani Mintz, Ashlee Barnett, and April. For all 3 of these athletes, this will be their first time competing overseas. Good luck!!

RIP

My battered iBook passed onward to digital heaven this past Thursday. As it’s final act of loyalty, it had several visually spectacular crashes in its final 24 hours, so I had ample warning to back up everything on an external hard drive.

Some inanimate objects, like cars, or bicycles, develop “personality” over time. This laptop never had true personality to me, It felt more like a comfortable office or an inspiring art studio attached to our house that I have spent a lot of time in over the past 3 years, often 6+ hours a day.

And suddenly my “studio” has burned down, and I will never work in it again. I saw the smoke and saved my work & canvases (like every post & image I have ever made here) but the room is gone.

I have an ancient iMac at my house that will work temporarily until I can afford a new MacBook (drool!) and I have loads of stuff to post from this weekend’s exciting America’s Cup/University World Games Qualifier.

But for a moment, before I look ahead to the new, I just wanna say; thanks old friend.

Laptop & me, at a coffee shop this past April