Tony’s Art

Trying to become a national caliber speedskater is a tremendous challenge. I tend to write a lot about the physical, technical, mental, & emotional challenges in this blog.

But there is a a 5th challenge, financial. Sometimes that is the one that can prove the hardest. It certainly hurts in a way that feels worse to me than normal training pain.

Athletes who make the commitment to optimizing their athletic potential often need to become VERY creative (+ incredibly hardworking) in how they also earn a living in addition to full-time training.

One of the “new faces” at the Utah oval this year, Tony Sargent, has one of the most interesting ways of earning a living I have ever heard of.

Here is Mike Kooreman, holding the result of Tony’s unique skills. (click the image for a larger version):

Yes, Tony is an artist, and does commissioned portraits of athletes/families/etc.

Notable clients include pro golfers (Charles Howell III), pro football players (Barry Sanders) & pro basketball players. I’ve seen several examples of his work, this guy is really amazing.

I asked him how he got started in this, here was his response:

First of all, my dad has worked for the Oklahoma State Athletic Dept. for like 25 some years, so I have always known alot of the OSU athletes. In the summer of 2005, one of our players died in a car crash. I knew him pretty well, he was a great guy, but all I could think about was his dad and his family.

So I found some pics, locked myself in my room and started drawing, not really sure what the final picture was going to look like. After about 4 months and about 50 hours I finished it, and I wanted to give it to his father. I showed it to the coach and he came up with the idea of reproducing it and presenting the original to his dad at the opening game.

We made 1000 copies to sell at multiple stores in Oklahoma, with all the proceeds going to his scholarship fund. I presented it to his dad the first game of the year, and let’s just say that when the game was over we had made about $10,000 for the Vernon Grant scholarship fund.

I couldn’t believe the lines in the store with everyone buying my art. The drawing got pretty good publicity, It got in all the Oklahoma papers, news stations, and even was on sportscenter.

I am working on building a web page for my art, but probably won’t have one till summer. You can contact me at theartofchampions@yahoo.com

Since leaving Oklahoma and moving to Utah, throwing himself headfirst into elite training commitments, Tony has improved dramatically.

I wish him all the best, and success in skating & his art.

Right Now in Lake Placid-

Right now in Lake Placid, the final races of the 2008 age-class nationals are happening.

This image on the right is from the ORDA cam, it’s refreshed every hour, and conditions look challenging. At the start line, or maybe in full throttle 3000m final sprint, is a group of skaters.

Gotta love outdoor skating! I could not make it to this race, and it hurts to miss pack nationals on my “home track”.

But an athlete must pick his battles; I’m focused like a bullet in flight on master’s worlds, in Germany, 4 weeks from now.

There have been several comments this week on a post I made almost exactly 1 year ago, discussing the Rink at Petosky, Michigan.

There is power in that primal spot where a curious athlete first feels that amazing, addictive feeling of skating. It can almost be as powerful a memory as recalling the moment where you gave/received your first truly intense soul-burning high-school kiss.

Sigh…. (sound of memories rushing past)

I sent my camera to Lake Placid along with my friend Brian Boudreau, and so although I might not be there, my “electronic eye” is in Lake Placid. In a few days I hope to have pictures.

Till then, here are a few more “Desktop Friendly” images I have taken of this rink.

This is a view snapped December 22nd, 2002. The clouds, the Adirondacks, the steely colors of winter, yeah!

The skater is marathoner Bob Tysen, who was scary strong at this time. Bob recently had surgery on his left knee, and he can’t crossover anymore. It sucks…

Looking in the other direction, this is Jessica on classic Vikings, skating down the finishing straight.

The building on the left is the 1980 “Miracle on Ice” hockey rink, just behind it to the right are the rinks from the 1932 games.

I asked Jessica what she remembered about this day:

I hadn’t been to Lake Placid before, but I had heard of how horrible the weather usually is in the winter.

The oval was a pleasure to skate on, and though I hadn’t skated on a long track before, I remember thinking- this isn’t so bad. All these people are exaggerating.

I grew up messing around on figure skates on frozen New Jersey Lakes, skating with friends in Wollman rink in Central Park, and inlining in Liberty State Park. I have a slight clue about how to skate.

At Lake Placid, I remember feeling my legs burn and feeling kind of foolish for bending my knees so much and sticking my bum out. But then that’s what you’re supposed to do when you’re speedskating, so I figured, whatever.

Then I saw the picture, and I was shocked. It looks like I’m barely bending my knees at all.

The people I met on that trip were lovely and very friendly. I’ve made enough trips to Placid since that I can’t remember who I met on that particular one, but I’m sure John Dimon was part of the group, and possibly Peter Doucet and Eric Gee.

Good people, good times.

Groundhog Day??

Some fat rodent in Pennsylvania who sleeps too much just announced that we will have 6 more weeks of winter.

There are roughly 43 groundhogs, woodchucks & one Llama out there who also offer their opinions.

Screw them, I have a far more reliable measure of the nearness of spring from an animal who plays outdoors every day.

Lilly has just started blowing out her winter coat, Jess doubled this pile by the time she was done brushing the dog.

Note the fur flying through the air in the photo & the cat messing around in it. So it’s official; Lilly predicts an early spring this year!

Cyclists & Inliners rejoice!

Heart Pounding

This is a heart rate monitor, but not the sporting kind-

My good friend Jamie Cowen just had open-heart surgery, and this is the monitor in his hospital room. He is recovering very nicely, but still… It’s heavy stuff to have your sternum cracked open & your aorta messed with.

Jamie is a board member of the Salt Lake City Bike Collective, and is a rockstar member of the inline skating community out here.

My Father had a vicious heart in 1993, I am so thankful he is still with us. But ever since then, going to hospitals really gets to me, especially since heart disease runs in my family like a wild stallion.

As human beings we are sometimes so fragile, sometimes so helpless in the face of our own crumbling mortality.

Yet the only answer to illness is appreciating your own health & using it. Feeling that amazing mechanism of the human machine, & what it can DO!

Jamie knows this; the bike & skates have literally saved his life from other health problems he has struggled with.

I’ve been spending a lot of time on the slideboard recently, doing long, evil intervals getting me ready for that 3k & 5k at masters world champs. I’m really bad at efforts like that, they hurt a lot, and are sometimes very discouraging.

After seeing Jamie, my attitude has changed, that slideboard sound-

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

as I hurtle across it, + the more rapid thwacking of my heart trying to supply blood to tired legs, now it feels more like a music of thankfulness since I saw Jamie.

Salt City Sprints

The speedskating season is quite long, and after the stress of national champs, it’s a really good idea to do a mid-season fitness rebuild that involves plentiful cross-training.

Usually this involves the weight room or the bike. The US national team often goes somewhere warm for a week of long rides. However, this is not an option for the rest of us.

When a friend sent me the link to this bike event happening in a local bar, the Salt City Sprints, I just had to go!

Although wintertime indoor cycling races have been around for over a century, this modern version of it involved one of my favorite strange American sub-cultures; the fixed-gear urban cyclist crowd.

I’ve ridden a track bike on the city streets since 1993 (for training, never really for commuting) and it’s been so much fun to see the explosion of interest in fixed-gear riding & the distinct cultural identity that has become attached something I’ve done on my own for years.

I thought it was mainly a young hipster thing, but there was really quite a diverse & playful crowd there for the sprints. That is one of the fun things about bikes, (or speedskating for that matter) the love of an activity can cross all sorts of lines.

I had my camera with me, and about halfway though did some taping, just because the event was so cool.

Click here for the high quality Quicktime, or press play below for the youtube.

There is an interesting psychological footnote to this. This was a fun event, but it did center around a “race”.

When it was my turn to ride, my extremely intense competitive nature naturally bubbled forth.

I am a sprinter by nature & nurture, and I wanted to show that, even though speedskating ability does not necessarily mean you can spin 220+ RPM on a track bike.

These were time trials, as fast as you could go for “250 meters”. Everyone rode once, and that was supposed to set up elimination rounds between the top 16.

When it was my shot for the time trial, I rode pretty well, and as I staggered away from the bike, I heard the times announced.

I heard the time of the fellow who rode next to me, and thought it was my own. It was not a good time. I watched guy after guy, and even some women, go faster.

I was pissed off, mostly at myself, for having that prideful, competitive kernel bouncing around my innards like a spiked superball.

Eventually, I did find out my true time, and felt much better, as it barely qualified me for the top 16. I would get to ride again.

However, as the evening wore on, it became quite obvious that the “times recorded” were all off, as the computers were not registering correctly, and in fact, the organizers were forced to just use one bike & do hand timing. So the results became “wildly impressionistic” rather than accurate.

But because of my earlier moment of timing confusion, I started wondering why “racing” is so damm important to self-esteen. Why do some of us so enjoy measuring ourselves vs other people? & why do the crowds cheer so loud?

They seemingly got the computer working for the final round of 16, I was one of the first to ride, and I guess with some combination of my size, power, & lack of grace, I killed the computer (the moment in the video that goes from fast to slow-mo, that is that moment).

I’ve done this before; I once broke a treadmill in a professional lab during a VOmax test when I was 19, I have snapped the downtube on several bikes & crushed maple clap blade mechanisms. I guess I just break stuff when I go as hard as I can.

I don’t blame the organizers, they were doing their best, and without them, I would not have had so much fun. But should I blame myself for caring so much? Especially when I see prizes being handed out.

Is unleashing that nasty spiked superball on your guts a necessary personality trait to have, if you want to be someone who can win races when it really counts?

Desktop Friendly #1

Looking through my photography archives, I found many things that would make fine desktop backgrounds, or simply just nice things to look at.

So here is the first, in what might become a series (what should I call the series?).

This is an image of 2-foot thick natural ice at Keystone, Colorado, & a favorite training hat of mine that was new then, but I wore it till it wore out.

This pic was taken February 25th, 2002. Click on the image for a larger one.

Blue Demon vs Wind

He must have followed us, snuck into a suitcase, or knew where we were going. The masked one wanted more from this sport.

El Blue Demon has had a taste of speedskating, and he accepts only the greatest challenges.

And across the ice, a challenger appears, skating like the wind…

No, actually, IT IS THE WIND. Normally, the wind is an invisible force, but this is a special wind. You can see the Opening Ceremonies for the 2002 Olympic Games on youtube here, that is where this wind is from. This was the last “gust” in that whole line of winds (they appear right at the beginning, 38 seconds into the video).

The wind catches up to El Blue Demon

Immediately they start racing, one man vs the wind. Every speedskater knows that fighting the wind is the greatest challenge outside of your own mind & body

(to be precise, according to Dutch research, ice speedskaters face roughly 80% wind resistance & 20% frictional forces. And as they go faster, the wind-resitance percentage cubes in relation to velocity)

They raced and raced, and finally ended up in hand-to-hand combat. A total contest of willpower vs windpower, muscle vs nature.

But this match was a draw, for wind cannot break the heart of a mentally strong athlete, and no athlete can ever truly overcome the constant pushback of wind.

The two exhausted warriors coasted next to each other, in the silent respect born from total effort.

Later, after the evening of racing (it was the Utah State winter games at the oval on this day) the public filled the ice, unaware of the titanic struggle that had taken place earlier.

Maybe that is for the best.

Pictures from Mexico

Again, my senses are happily overwhelmed. Mexico city… WHAT an experience. Here are a few images that hopefully can give a small impression of the last few days.

When it’s 72 degrees outside, why should one wear a full-length skinsuit? Life is about having unique experiences; skating short track in an inline skinsuit definitely qualifies. Yes, crashing would suck, but not as much as crashing on pavement.

Skating in Mexico is different- at night, I thought I saw bats flitting around streetlights, in the morning hundreds of frozen potato-chip-like bodies of HUGE MOTHS littering the ice.

My skate gives a good size reference.

I have not had the pleasure of spending time around Travis Jayner until this trip. He is not only a world-class short track skater, but also an excellent fellow with a great sense of humor. Here he is with a little skater who sends the cute-o-meter into overload, and later than same day, doing pivots on his left hip!

This image was just before his hip touched the ice, he wanted to do a pivot on his head, but there was not enough time. Have you ever warmed up behind a skater, and even at slow speed just can see their astonishing ability? Travis has some “serious game”.

Speaking of games, during an evening practice session, a mystery speedskater swept onto the ice, in a Bont T-Shirt and traditional Mexican wrestling mask. He circled the rink daring anyone to take him on-

Luckily, Olympic gold medalist Derek Parra was up to the challenge, the match was on!

Even though he lost, he remains unmasked, I will leave it up to this “Bont Avenger” if he will reveal his secret identity here. Or maybe someday he will appear at the Salt Lake Oval, or your local oval, ready to match blades & moves with anyone strong enough to take him on.

Here is a figure skater defying gravity during a calmer moment of that same practice session.

Actually, its not just any skater, that’s Ana Cecilia Cantu, the national champion of Mexico, she finished well at Oceana champs last year, and then competed at worlds. She’s an absolute sweetheart, Jessica & I truly enjoyed spending time with her (Jess was able to come along on this trip, and took all of these photos).

It was interesting speaking with figure skaters like Ana, and learning about their sport. This is her below, during the performance. Just like speedskating, a lifetime of work to be able to do something for the briefest moment.

At moments, I really feel like we are doing the same sport, the mental factor, visualization, the doubting yourself, the huge sacrifices necessary, injuries, coaches, traveling, technique, staying healthy under huge training loads, the support of family & friends, no guarantees of anything, etc, etc.

But in other aspects, we are worlds apart.

They face judges, long trackers like me face the electronic eye (short trackers face other skaters, the electronic eye, and judges).

No one cares if a speedskater “looks” ugly when they skate, as long as it’s fast, figure skaters value asthetic and precision, and even though their heart rate will hit a maximum by the end of a long program, they must hide the effort & smile while attempting incredibly difficult things.

Also, I’ve never worried about if my make-up is sweatproof!

I have huge respect for them.

There was quite a bit of international-skater vibe, on the left is Jackie, from Guadalajara. In the center is Alexi, from the Ukraine, and on the right is “rather famous skater” Surya Bonaly from France.

I had a totally star-struck moment when I realized that was Surya, she looks so powerful on the ice, but in person, she is TINY, and with tremendous personality. She’s intense, opinionated, and a lot of fun. She lives & coaches in Vegas, and during the performance, did one of her signature backflips.

As for the performance, it was the closing ceremony for the rink, around half a million people had skated on it FOR FREE since the Mexican government opened it.

They had cleaned all the frozen moths off the ice, put around 7-10,000 people in the stands & around the rink, and had a FAR larger Live TV audience. Possibly many hundreds of thousands in 7 countries.

But this is not a blog about figure skating, it’s about speedskating!

And there was a reason that I was in Mexico, it was for a tiny slice of TV time. For the hour long live show, they had the speedskaters lead off the whole evening of festivities (probably because we could not skate on jumped-on-chewed-up ice)

Kim Kraan gave us the start-

To the wild cheers of the crowd, Eric Kraan, wearing his Mexico team skinsuit, led us for the first few laps


I passed Eric and had one lap sprinting as hard as I could in the front (Derek said I kicked up big chunks of ice, making him flinch as he followed).

Then Derek & Travis decided to actually get serious, one passed on my left, one on my right with an audible whoosh!

Derek hit the warp speed button-

Then Travis went ludicrous speed.

And crossed the line quite a bit ahead, to the wild applause and chants of the crowd.

That tiny moment of TV was why there were speedskaters in Mexico.

Mexico City’s Mayor

I awken from the daily daydream, and am in one of those moments where every second is as shockingly alive as possible.

I am back in Mexico, on the stage at a press conference for the closing ceremony of the Pista Del Helio (I think my powerslide last time I was here got me invited back).

The mayor of Mexico city, Marcelo Ebrard, sits down next to me, and a phalanx of cameras start chittering like a swarm of pixel devouring insects.

How did this my life place me here? What???

I’m invited to be one of about 8 people to say a few words, including Eric Kraan, a figure skater from Russia, the Mexican National Figure skating champion, and the Mexican hockey player who won the Red Bull crashed ice qualifying round.

All of us speak, then the Mayor takes his turn addressing the crowd. I don’t understand Spanish, so I watch his body language. This guy is smooth, engaging. I’ve seen a couple of top politicians up close, this guy is a true pro.

As he returns to the line, I ask him, “You spend much of your life in front of cameras, in events like this, do you get less nervous than you used to?”.

He replies:

Yes, it has gotten better over time, but the problem is, those cameras keep chasing me.

We looked back out towards the swarm of hungry lenses, and the open mouths of TV cameras & newspaper reporters scribbling furiously in notebooks.

Eric Kraan leans over to me and says, “hey Andrew, I just wanted to let you know, the translator introduced you as an Olympian.” Eric winks & says “congratulations!”

Oh… my… god….

Masters in Milwaulkee

For those who raced (or are just interested) Ross Hanham just sent me a scanned in copy of the placings & lap times for the Masters sprints, and I .pdf-ed the excel worksheet Carla made of the final results.

Carla also mentioned an interesting fact in the comments from the last post, that the lowest samalong point total as compared to age, was achieved in this meet by Bruce Conner.

That should be an award of it’s own as well!

After races on Saturday, skaters were doing cool-down laps. I grabbed my camera, and did some following.

Click here for the high quality Quicktime, or press play for the YouTube below.

The silver haired skater in the Maryland skinsuit is 66 year old Steve Gunther, Olu is in the 45-50 age category, & Canadian Ross Hanham is in the 50-55 age group.

The reason I mention their ages is because there are some who think masters racing is a waste of time, and there are a few, backwards-thinking clubs out there that don’t accept masters.

Wake up & smell the 21st century! Skaters like Steve, Olu, & Ross, even when just cruising along, rewrite the algorithms of possibility in every step they take. People talk about pursuing sports for the “love of it”, you will not find better examples of that than Masters speedskaters.

There is a Masters Movement happening across all sports, the largest swimming meet EVER was a recent masters event in Japan, the vast majority of cyclists & triathletes are Masters. Masters are the backbone of so many skating clubs, and true intergenerational training is a unique aspect of speedskating that benefits everyone.

How many other sports have all age groups training and racing so equally as speedskating? (since technique recognizes no age divide).

I am very proud of my small contribution to the Masters Movement in speedskating.