Strength

Note from Andrew: this post was not written by me, it is part of a group email written by Canadian speedskater Meaghan Buisson. It is such a brilliant bit of writing, that with her permission, I have reposted it here. Since writing this, Megs has been injured and is rehabbing back from a herniated disk right now.


“No athlete survives in a vacuum.”

There isn’t a single aspect of my life in which I am not reminded of this fact; the sheer existence of my being relies heavily on all those around me. Thus to every gesture of support big or small, the professional cobbling that holds me together in a variety of ways, the random grocery cards, Air Miles, occasional (and much appreciated!) cheque, each and every phone call, word, or note of encouragement and (however remote) shoulder against which to stand, I am – forever - grateful.

Since return to Calgary, I’ve worn a bracelet. The beads mark countless individuals, coaches, my aunt, a diverse list including family members, medical professionals, sponsors, coaches, my dear friends scatted like dandelion seeds around the globe

Like most athletes, my strength is most sorely tested in moments of doubt, injury and despair.

A few days ago, we had a hard intervals program; 2-4-2-4-2-4-2-4-2 minute sustained sprints with 120” rest in between repetition. My training mates did it outdoors together as a group run. Courtesy of my back injuries however, I was indoors, solo on a stationary bike.

I love our Monday afternoon runs and longed to be outside in the gorgeous weather with my group, not moldering in damp darkness on a stationary bike older than I.

But just before I started the first repetition, I happened to glance at my wrist. When I saw my bracelet, I thought of everyone who steadfastly encourages, helps and believes in me. As my watch beeped, I thought “this one’s for you.”

I felt pretty good that sprint. So the next time, I broke it down further still; dedicating every ten seconds, in fact, through the remainder of every interval that followed, to a different one of you – the countless faces and names whose collective strength creates the backbone of my life.

“Bruce… John… Dr. Coll… Bryan… Arno… Peak Mechanical – Dave, Randy, Keith… Carrie… Rita… Chad… David… Walter… Tonya… Westwind…”

Amazingly, there wasn’t a single repeated name; I ran out of intervals first! Even more incredibly, in a grueling program designed to slay, every single time I started to tire, with new dedication and resolve I found strength to go harder, stronger still.

“Michelle… Maki… Natasha… Arno… Jacquie… Dr. Kyle… Missive (Readers)… Andrew… Jason… Kim… Chris… Mom… Dad… Lynne… Yvonne… Anita… Paul… Susan… Gus… Jim… Alice… Jenna… Katy…”

I finished that program with a very large pool of sweat dripping off the bike and an even bigger smile across my face. And in a month marred by injury, that dreaded hour on a Monarch turned into one of the best training sessions I’ve done all season.

“And so it is…
second by second…
for the true love of the moment…
whatever it may bring…”

For all you live and are part of these moments of my life, I thank you.

First Snow

The first snow of the year is something that winter sports athletes receive with joy. It is a palpable reminder that what they practice so hard for is just around the corner.

In a ski town like Salt Lake, you can almost hear the muted howls of joy drifting down from the mountaintops. Or is that the sound of dogs rolling around in city parks?

But this is the mountain west, not the east, and snow does not stay very long. It left quickly enough for a few pictures of my visiting brother and RZ outside.

If RZ were a perfect genetic copy of me, I am not sure she would create as much emotion as the fact that I see every member of my family in her face.

Her coloring, however, is certainly Jessica’s, as are the feet. Her personality is entirely her own, and that oddly adds to the appeal.

My very wise friend Susan, battle-tested mom of 2, just wrote to me;

And no beating yourself up with guilt about going to skate or on a ride or just for a 15 minute drive alone in the car to nowhere.

Like the flight attendant says: put on your own oxygen mask first.

Thanks Susan, I needed that, and sleep, I could use that too. But all good things will come in their own time.

Besides, if I am already awake at 5am, it makes short track practice so much easier to get to.

VOTE!!!

Even though my own personal politics are progressive Democrat, in the interest of fair & balanced media, & the weird intersection of speedskating & politics, I thought Matt Plummer’s short track t-shirt was quite funny.

I got into a heavy exchange of politics at the office a few hours ago. It was wonderful to exchange 100 gun broadsides with a smart Libertarian at point blank range.

My co-workers gathered around to watch as we maneuvered & the verbal artillery thundered. I feel like I did inflict a few de-masting shots, but probably so did he.

But the most important thing is that our vigorous exchange was good natured.

This is a country whose most essential value is “I don’t agree with what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it”.

Today is the day we get to speak, in the most powerful way. Go do it, no matter what side of the political spectrum you are on. And remember that after today is over, we are voting everyday with our wallets.

(I am desperately trying to stifle the impulse to write more political commentary right now, especially as this… is…. not… a…. political….. blog!!)

Arzelia & Me

A man cannot be part of the Mommy/Baby/Boobies bonded trinity. We just don’t have the equipment.

But a man can cuddle/sing and hum, and I think that RZ really likes the “good vibrations” that a big solid daddy can make. I have a use!! Yay!! (that and changing diapers/burping babies at 4am, I am really good at that)

I don’t want to have this blog turn into a mush-fest of baby pictures, but that is where my heart is right now. After 4 days at the Hospital, we returned home late yesterday, and are settling in.

A speedskating post, with some absolutely amazing photography by Tom DiNardo of the Vancouver Short Track World Cup, immediately follows.

My photography cannot compare with Tom’s, but my subject can.

I just keep looking at her, and can’t believe how blessed Jess & I are.

Vancouver WC Story

The commentary and images here are from Tom DiNardo. I have never really thought much about doing multiple-post collaborations, but Tom is so talented, how can I not?

Take it away Tom!


October 25th & 26th, the Pacific Coliseum in Vancouver, BC, hosted the ISU World Cup Short-track Speed Skating event.

It is a shame that this sport is not more widely received and televised in the States. It is impossible to understand the excitement and energy of this sport from statistics listed in result sheets. Even excellently-timed photos of last minute passes, unfortunate crashes and reactions of victory or defeat cannot begin to convey the wide range of emotions experienced by the skaters and die-hard fans willing to travel great lengths for the opportunity to see them in person.

I arrived Thursday to cover the last practice day and to get a handle on the best angle to capture some images. Even though every team was clearly working hard to bring their A-game to the upcoming events, there was still a lightness in the air; something best shown in this photo of Italian team member, Yuri Confortola.

With a smile like that, how can you not cheer for the guy? Especially when he puts out this kind of effort to take first in 1500m Men’s Semi Final Race 3:

In spite of the tension beginning to build Friday morning, there was a camaraderie here you don’t find in many other sports. During the race pictured above, members of the Bulgarian team were sitting in the seats directly behind where I was shooting and they were cheering loudly for Yuri. This kind of oneness that can transcend countries is, in my opinion, unique to sports like this.

The dedication to perfecting one’s craft requires such a single-minded pursuit of excellence that other athletes truly understand and appreciate it.

The US team was very focused and determined; the positive impact of Jae Su Chun’s coaching style was clearly seen in the performance of our skaters.

There were a number of crashes this weekend, as is usually the case when medals and place standings are on the line. One memorable crash was during the 1500m Ladies A Final. It was all going according to plan with US team members Reutter and Baver stalking the amazing Koreans. You could see that they wanted it. They were getting on the box today.

Then it all went wrong in a heartbeat.

You could feel the heartbreak in the Coliseum. I wasn’t sure I wanted to show this last shot because of how much I like Katherine and Allison, but I think it’s important to show how much heart they put into this sport. Like I mentioned earlier, the results sheet does not tell the story the way it needs to be told. Katherine and Allison wanted it so bad that they risked an outcome like this to win.

In the grand scheme of things, stepping up against the best in the world and making it to the finals is an incredible feat by itself.

China had a somewhat mixed performance this weekend. The depth of power and single-minded focus of the Chinese men’s team is really impressive, so I found it surprising that they did not come away with a single medal this weekend. Then you have Meng Wang. She is like a machine. Every lap of the 500m Ladies A Final was perfection for her.

Not to overshadow Jessica Hewitt’s excellent second place effort, but everyone else in this class is an also-ran at the moment. If you want to beat this lady, you better bring something special to the rink or Meng will hand you a beating you won’t forget.

The 1000m Ladies A was a real barn-burner from start to finish. It looked like China’s Yang Zhou had the race in the bag leading from the first lap until the last inch of the final lap. Below is Zhou cruising through the start of the final lap with Korea’s Sae-Bom Shin, China’s Hul Zhang, and Allison Baver in tow.

A few seconds later, Shin snatched the victory from Zhou as Baver dispatched Zhang in the same manner.

Unfortunately for Zhou, in addition to losing her podium spot in the final inches of the race, she also lost her balance and ended up visiting the pads at the end of the straight.

Ho-Suk Lee was the dominant force in the 500m Men’s A final. Below Jeff Simon gives Lee a run for his money. During that warp speed 4 1/2 laps, Lee, Simon and Francois-Louis Tremblay all took a turn at the front. In the end though, Simon and Tremblay couldn’t stop Lee’s final burst of speed. Tremblay somehow managed to find a way past Simon to take second on the last lap.

Francois Hamelin leading the first three laps of the 1000m Men’s Semi-Final 1.

Then the Korean’s went into overdrive and both Ho-Suk Lee and Yoon-Gy Kwak took over first and second on the final lap and held off Hamlin and China’s Ye Li to claim the top two spots on the podium.

Apolo Ohno, Canada’s Michael Gilday, and Korea’s Jung-Soo Lee all took a turn at the front during this race. In the end, Lee, Gilday, and Rami Beaulieu-Tinker took the top spots, leaving Apolo to settle with a rare fourth.

The final race of the day was the Men’s 5000m relay with twenty skaters on the ice representing the US, Canada, England and Japan. To say that this was the most heart-stopping, edge-of-your-seat race of the weekend would be an understatement.
Here we see Canada’s Charles Hamlin leading Apolo Ohno, Satoru Terao, and Jon Eley.

Nine laps later, Jeff Simon put an excellent pass on Francois Hamelin.

With multiple lead changes and an intensity that resonated throughout the stadium, all eyes were on the ice. This was a tight race finished brilliantly by the US team with Canada and England placing second and third.

A little post race congratulations from Coach Chun before the medals ceremony.

It was an excellent finish to the weekend for the US team as we move onto the Asian and European segments of the World Cup.

A complete photo story of the weekend will be available at www.bellafaccie.com in the next few days.

Love

23 hours after we arrived at the Hospital, our daughter Arzelia Jane Love was born into this world, at 12:35am on october 29th.

She was 7 pounds, 5 ounces, and 19 inches long. Given how long & rough labor was, Jess is ok.

“RZ” has an amazingly calm & focused energy. There is a very clear personality already there.

A few notes on the name, it’s an old family name from Jessica’s side. Arzelia was Jessica’s grandfather’s favorite Aunt.

Jane was my own great aunt, a woman who loved my father deeply and believed in him when he really needed it. I remember Aunt Janey from my earliest childhood, and the ring I asked Jessica to marry me with has one of Aunt Janey’s diamonds on it.

About 2 hours after RZ was born, Jessica went to sleep and I followed RZ & a nurse down to the infant care unit.

The nurse taught me how to give her a bath, I changed my first diaper, plus they “footprinted” her, using me as a blotter.

and then RZ needed to be under a heat lamp to warm back up after her bath.

Among the rows of babies, I sat there next to her, one of her tiny hands gripping my finger. We looked at each other without a sound for a long, long time. Then she drifted off to sleep and that little hand relaxed & fell away.

Everything is different now. And there, finally, at 4am, I found myself physically shaking with emotion, exhaustion, love, and that tsunami of realizations common to new parents.

With my back to the nurses so they could not see, I cried & cried, while my child slept peacefully, soundly.

The most beautiful day

It’s a perfect fall day, mid 70’s, no wind, and it’s the first day of the year that you can really shuffle your feet through the leaves as they cascade from the surrounding trees.

Low-angle afternoon sun through autumn leaves is prettier than any medieval stained glass, more life giving than anything the magicians at Pixar can conjure.

It’s a perfect day, and it has been an extremely long one.

Jess woke me up at 1am, with some very serious, painful contractions; It’s now almost 8pm & still no baby. Jess is tough and trained hard for this, and was deeper in the pain cave than I have ever been, until she finally decided on an epidural (a very smart choice in her case).

A blog is a new art form, and an evolving one. What are the boundaries? It’s different for every writer. But in this realtime story where the ending is unknown, we must write with honesty, and if this world shakes you, let your voice be shaken.

A blogger I deeply respect, who lives just a few miles from me, is facing the fact that his wife is dying, and he just decided to involve a Hospice with her care.

And my wife is hopefully going to give birth in a few hours.

Both on the same, painfully beautiful day.

Labor Pizza

There is an urban legend in Salt Lake City, about a Pizza that unfailingly brings pregnant women into labor.

As Jess is now quite overdue, she has tried many other home remedies like acupressure, a pedicure, extra long walks, and jumping around as the NY Giants beat the Steelers, so a Pizza sounded like a good idea.

The myth said the Pizza was located at Café Trio, so we went there & asked the staff for the “labor inducing Pizza” and they smiled, & said, “Ah, yes, we know exactly the one people talk about.”

The Menu said it was a chicken pizza with garlic, onions, mushrooms, & fontina cheese.

What the menu did not indicate is that there are at least 2 full heads of roasted garlic & fistfuls of mushrooms under that glistening cheese. Wow.

Omigosh it was good! But unfortunately, no labor; Or maybe I ate too many of the yummy garlic buds myself, & Jess did not get a “critcal mass” of garlic & ‘shrooms.

Mmmmmmmm–

DiNardo images

Tom DiNardo is a phenomenal photographer. I knew his pictures before I met the man, and after meeting this awesome fellow, I am honored to publish a few shots.

If you hear news about the death of the Hubble Telescope, I think Tom uses extra bits of it in his camera; he gets some amazingly high-resolution pictures.

These images he took are from the final day of training before the Vancouver world cup ST racing that is happening right now.

Here is Anthony Lobello leading Travis Jayner

Question: When was the last time you saw a Dutch national team speedskater who was not favored to “veni, vedi, vici”?

Answer: If it is one of their short trackers.

It’s great technical practice to skate short track turns with both hands on the back, you have to be really centered with your weight, and quite focused. I think this is Allison Baver, very focused.

Forza Italia, con quelli caschi blu!

I always have thought that the British short track scene must be very much like the USA one. A small number of dedicated athletes, from just a few regions of the country. Rule Britannia!

As I have said over and over, compression=speed. You can clearly see it when Apolo skates.

The great thing about speedskating is that it’s pretty clear what makes you go fast. The terrible thing about speedskating is it takes a stunning amount of work to strengthen your body & perfect your technique enough to do it.

With all the athletes pictured here, you are seeing a lifetime work shown in these brief images. Thanks Tom!

p.s. still no news… Jess is now a week late.

8am in Milwaukee

It’s 7am here in the Mountain West, 8am in Milwaukee. My coffee is half finished, and a thousand miles from here, warmup is underway for the first day of the fall long track world cup qualifier races.

This will be the first time in 5 years I am missing this race. If I didn’t have other mildly important things going on in my life, I’d be very sad.

I know just about every athlete on the start line. So many hopes & dreams, being judged in those few moments where the conscious mind sees this;

That ferocious moment where the nattering, fearful brain turns off, and lets the body do what it has trained it to do. Belief, ability, commitment, talent, all brewing together & turning into an electronic weighing on the scoreboard.

I send my deepest, heartfelt “good luck!” to everyone who is there. It’s too bad there are so few world cup spots. There are so many who work so hard for them.