No Roadmap

Morning sun bright, spilling into the Salt Lake Valley. Riding into work via my normal route, a line appears on the asphalt that has not been there before.

Hmmmm… I start daydreaming, thinking of the inner lane at the 400m oval. My pace picks up. The line is a guide, it’s the edge of a fast lap in a race, the line is the edge of my life.

Next thing I know, I’m clipping along race pace, that pleasure-pain Masohedonist part of the athletes brain alive & glittering-

It’s the last lap of the 1000m at Masters sprint worlds, I’m earning the strength for it right here, right now.

Then I look up.

This new bike lane is being created only moments ahead of me.

Lines to follow are only useful to a certain extent. Daydreaming about racing is only useful to a certain extent. Sometimes the lines disappear, or the smooth road ends, and you must forge your own path. Not just the road less traveled, but at times you must make your own road.

Arriving at work, I dismount off the bike, lungs still tinged with fire, and unsteadily clack into the office in my cycling shoes, starting another day at the keyboard.

Moon Training

In Pete Vordenberg’s book “Momentum: chasing the Olympic dream” one of his coaches used to yell at his team: “You gotta want it! And if your want it bad enough, you can train on the moon”.

For a long time, I did not live near an oval or other speedskaters, I was alone, training my brains out in the hills of Ithaca, N.Y., far from the ice.

It was moon training, and I loved it. Things are different now, but the challenge is no less. Being a dad is a major relocation to a different part of the Solar system, a part where you are absolutely not the gravitational center.

But where there’s a will, there often is a way.

I’ve been hitting the dryland pretty hard recently, and it’s nice to feel the skating muscles waking back up, even with goofy 4 wheelers on my feet, it’s still skating.

RZ was sticking her feet up into the air, spreading her toes into the breeze, and making happy cooing noises as we zipped along together. Later in the day, I had a chat with National Team member Pat Meek, he was exhausted from a day containing a brutal short track workout, followed by weights.

I was jealous, for a few moments. I don’t live on the planet of full time training like I used to. But that is ok. (oh, and Kirk, you were so right! you CAN double-push while pushing a baby stroller!)

7:30am

7:30am, in the park, warmed up & starting a dryland workout…

The baby is joyously learning how to crawl on a blanket near me, and making noises that sound more happy baby Pterodactyl than human.

I start a set of bounding hops, thinking about the upcoming season, imagining myself on the ice during important races. Under 4 months till Olympic trials, and I need to get my butt in gear.

Behind me, I hear my little Arzelia start chuckling & laughing at her silly, silly daddy.

Back in the saddle

The revolving planets of life, work & childcare finally aligned and I am finally back on the ice & skating short track on my battered pair of SS Boots I call the “disco snails”.

They are the boots in my header image above. Short or long track, they just put my foot into the right spot..

When you are away from speedskating, you wonder, exactly what is it that you miss? The brutal training? the people you bond with going though it?

These national team folks are working insanely hard doing explosive lateral hops, the black vests you see them wearing are full of lead weights. Ouch.

Or do we like speedskating because it’s an escape from “normal” life into something so wonderfully abnormal?

Or is it the simple feeling that skating is. That feeling of flight. That sensation that is just so different than a bicycle, or skiing, or running.

It’s so much harder to attain, so fleeting and so incredibly right when you just nail it. Caleb Eaton is the skater here.

I am far, far, from nailing it. Summer training makes you tough as nails, and patiently working on technique and psychological preparation is the carefully crafted hammer.

Race day is when you swing and drive that sucker through the board with one fantastic WHACK.

After a summer of just lifting and bike racing, my body is pleasantly shocked by the stress of short track. Although I need to become a “skater” athletically again, I felt at home from the moment I stepped onto the ice. National team member Pat Meek was coaching the evening session, and I asked him “how do I look”.

He smiled and said, “Well Andrew, I can tell you have been lifting, because I can see the power in the stroke, you just need to figure out exactly what to do with it”.

Sigh, the story of my life.

Pat is looking crazy fit, and under the stress of summer trainng, his legs have become ridiculously huge even by my warped standards. He has quite the tan line going too.

Here is my first fun poll of the year, pick as many answers as you want.

Pick the best words that describe Pat’s Legs

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Unpublished Heiden

Finding an unpublished image of Eric Heiden is quite unusual, as he retired 28 years ago.

Even more unusual is this is Eric in one of his very last speedskating competitions. This is the world Allaround Championships 2 weeks after the Olympic games in Lake Placid. I love the outdoor rink with the crowds sitting right on the ice

I send a huge thanks to Dutch Photographer Peter Van Balen for this image.

The more I know this sport, the more I am amazed at what Eric’s career was like. He was like a runner who essentially won everything from the 100m dash to the 10k. Amazing.

The fascinating thing about this photo, is that this was a day that Eric did not win. And there is another bit of information just became public recently, about how the Dutchman responsible for refrigerating the rink cheated, turning off the refrigeration, and as the ice got softer & softer, it slowed Eric down. He was 2nd overall in the allarounds, by a small margin.

Here is what Peter says about that day, and the picture.

Looking back the picture must have been taking at Heiden’s LAST world championship; also in Heerenveen, but in 1980. (in 1977 he skated in blue and I didn’t have a telezoom for my camera yet).

He was second, about the only time he was beaten; however, this was apparently not just due to his post-Olympics busy weeks (the WC were only 2 weeks later) and his lesser motivation (according to himself), but also, not known to him as far as I know, to the fact that the guy responsible for the (ice) rink maintenance decided (he admitted later) to change the ice preparation schedule on the last distance (10k), thus benefiting the later (Dutch) winner, Hilbert van der Duim.

-Peter

Live WSD coverage

The world single distance champs is going to be LIVE on on the internet for the next couple of days. Click here to find out more.

MAR. 12 Day 1 – Men’s 1,500 m and Women’s 3,000m
3:30 - 6:00 p.m ET

MAR. 13 Day 2 – Men’s 1,000m; Women’s 1,500m; Men’s 5,000m
3:30 - 7:30 p.m ET

MAR. 14 Day 3 – Women’s 1,000m, Men’s 10,000m; Women’s 5,000m
3:30 - 7:30 p.m ET

MAR. 15 Day 4 – Women’s and Men’s 500m, Team Pursuit
3:30 - 8:30 p.m ET

Jessica Update

I am thankful I did not have to explain the concept of the Intensive Care Unit to RZ. I am thankful that at 4 months old she does not understand what is happening.

Although Jessica said she would sometimes catch her baby looking over at her in the hospital bed, with a sad expression.

I don’t want the terrible memories of the last few days to stay in my mind with any clarity. I want them to all go away, so I will not write them down.

But in the most general narrative, the story is this: for 4 days Jessica was not able to eat or drink anything; she was in terrible pain or completely out of it on heavy pain meds. Finally today her system got back on track.

She was able to eat & drink a little, and has improved measurably.

Jess could even walk… We had feared that she would end up with severe nerve damage in her feet from the arthritis, one of her feet has been completely numb for weeks, but that also seems to be slowly getting better.

The ICU is an awfully depressing place, and I am so thankful the Doctors are discharging her tomorrow.

Not good news

For the past few days, the weather was beautiful & cyclist/joggers/pedestrians were everywhere enjoying the sun. Spring was in the air; & Jessica’s health had been improving under large does of prednisone.

Although I felt guilty for being healthy (weird how the mind works sometimes) I dusted off the bike and have done a little bit of riding too..

Even though Jess has lost almost 15 pounds of muscle in the past month due to her illness, things felt hopeful.

The World Cup Long track final is in town this weekend, and I see national team jackets from every skating nation walking around downtown.

But then a blizzard comes in, and Jessica wakes up in the middle of the night in tremendous pain.

We end up in the emergency room, and then she is admitted to the hospital. A couple of feet of her digestive tract are not working anymore. This really, really hurts.

Here is the view from the window of her hospital room.

Yeah, so life pretty much sucks right now. I am not sure if I will make it to see any World Cup stuff & my own racing season is certainly over as well.

But I just don’t care— well, that’s a lie, I do care, but that part of me is very small & buried under an avalanche of vastly more important things. I’d gladly put every skate I’ve ever owned under a sledgehammer if it would bring her health back.

Most of “real life” seems so far away, like looking at the world through the wrong end of a telescope, or ill-fitting glasses, or some nightmarish kaleidoscopic hamster wheel of hospitals, drugs & doctors.

Jess says I can be a bit too dramatic about these things. Maybe I am, but this really sucks.

Jessica=Zebra

If you hear hoofbeats in Central Park, think Horses- not Zebras. –

Oft repeated medical saying

What the above quote means is that in most medical cases the correct diagnosis is usually the simplest & most straightforward answer.

However there are some cases where the doctor looks you in the eye and says, as one just did to Jess: “You qualify as one of the most unusual 4-5 cases I have seen in my 30 years of practicing medicine.”

In short, Jessica is a Zebra.

It took the doctors four different treatments until they found something to help with her painful & shifting arthritis. So far, the only thing that has brought her relief is a strong dose of prednisone.

But there are now a host of other issues. Some are probably side effects of the various treatments/drugs that were tried, some could be related to whatever the underlying mystery condition is.

One good thing is that when a Zebra sighting is confirmed, the specialist Zebra hunters are alerted. After a late night emergency room visit, the word & call is out, and we are having multiple visits with specialists over the next few days.

This is not the time to be watching episodes of the TV medical-drama “House”. The reality sucks. Wish us luck…

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This is Jessica checking in here. I appreciate all the concerned responses to the post about my medical condition, and all the good will/emails coming from all directions feel great.

Andrew can be a little intense in his expression of concern for me, so I wanted to give my own view of what is happening. There has been a flurry of interest on the part of specialists, as my symptoms continue to not respond to treatment. I have some interesting tests coming up tomorrow which should provide a narrowed focus for further investigation.

My symptoms are no fun, and I rely heavily on my mother and my mother in-law, who have both recently visited. Andrew has been a fantastic support, and even sacrificed a very important speed-skating related trip to Norway to help take care of me. He is understandably stressed out.

Baby RZ is doing great. She’s getting a lot of grandma time, and loves all the attention. Right now the assumption is that I have a condition that is temporary. Until we have reason to believe otherwise, the expectation is that all this will eventually resolve. I’m trying hard to be positive, and some days are better than others.

We will keep everybody posted as soon as there’s news worth “printing!”

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P.S. These pictures are worth printing right now, here is RZ & my Mom. RZ is deploying her 1000 watt smile!

RZ & Me, a few moments after this picture were taken, she reached out, and grabbed my glasses right off my face. I was so proud of her; I did not mind my complete blindness.

I’ve been under so much stress, I think I’ve lived in this same comfy sweatshirt and hat for the last month.

Road less traveled

Pat Meek, dragging a nasty weight sled around at the Utah Olympic oval on Saturday–


I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence
Two roads diverged in a wood
And I took the one less traveled by
And that has made all the difference

-Robert Frost


My wife keeps joking with me “how about for your next sport, take up something with upper body, like rowing or shotput?”

I have never managed to create a coherent reply, except something along the lines that this is the road less traveled, this is the hardest sport I have ever found; and traveling it makes you freaky strong, in multiple physical and emotional ways.

It’s one thing to look at a pair of ripped legs like Pat’s here, and see them as existing in one moment, it’s quite another to contemplate traveling the painful roads that created them.

Even a road that is frozen, circular, and does not go from point A to B.

Oddly enough, it’s the rare skater these days who actually seems to have the T-Rex syndrome. Precision, endurance and muscles that can “crack like a whip” are more important than simple blade crushing power in this era of indoor skating.

Sure big legs look nice at the beach, but it’s more tissue to power with your heart, and more weight to accelerate & haul around the track.

Pat did not make the world cup team for the spring races, so right now he is on an intense training rebuild. The road is pointing straight uphill.