Snow Day - Stay Away

This is not complaining.

We at Marymount University's Doctor of Physical Therapy, Class of 2020, have yet to experience a regularly scheduled week of classes this semester. Let me be clear, I don't need snow days. I don't even want snow days. Keep them away. I will happily speak for myself by saying "snow days are for the high school me to hope, dream, and yearn for." They are beneath me. Not only do I consider those "desires" a complete waste of time and energy (the decision of which being completely out of my control), but the achievement of a snow day is an absolute disruption to the flow, order, and momentum of my learning. I'm over it. Listen, I am not taking on loans of tens of thousands of dollars a semester to sit at home staring at a computer. That sweet, sweet money is going to making sure I stare at my computer 13.5 miles from home, you guys.

DC morning metro commute: metro center, maybe?

So, seeing as we're not complaining, I'm gonna go ahead and kick the good vibes into gear by catching you up on things since we last chatted. CSM, baby! The American Physical Therapy Association's (APTA's) Combined Sections Meeting has happened. If I'm paying attention, this event should be called the "Combined Academies Meeting (CAM)" seeing as how "sections" are now adjusting to being termed "academies." And wouldn't you be charmed to hear that some of the Academies held their own awards ceremonies during the evenings of the CSM CAM. Can you begin to imagine the yuck-yucks some speakers managed to jimmy from the audiences when the invited us to join them at their very own "Academy Awards"???!?! Marvelous, no?

CSM CAM was a hoot. Sure it could be overwhelming if you knew where to look, but that's just part of the experience. As frantic and pedantic the first day of three was, I made sure to tune in and focus up to what I wanted for the last two. In short, each day has 3, 2-hour lectures you could attend of varying topics and focusses. As best I can make sense of it, each APTA section academy had their host of speakers, lectures, and research to present along with motivated individuals there to speak on their clinical experiences and findings. All in the name of continuing education, the presentation of cutting edge research, and sometimes just voicing opinion to anyone that would listen, CSM CAM is the largest stage for the physical therapy world. 

My experience was unlike anyone else's. I chose to make the best of it. I chose to go all three days. I chose to wake up at 5-something to attend a special interest group meeting hours before lectures started. I chose to make sure I went to as many lectures I wanted to be at and did not just follow classmates, or suggestions put in front of me. Some lectures were a touch out of my interests, but others expanded amazingly on concepts I have been introduced to in school in ways I could not have expected. There were definitely some talks that I went to that affirmed how I want nothing to do with that area of practice (and sometimes self-absorption), and that in itself is a valuable lesson learned. By the end of the weekend, I feel lucky that I was able to attend talks that uniquely spoke to me and how I hope to practice in the not too distant future. 

See, this profession is not about me. This profession is about the people I will serve, hope to empower, and share what I learn with, along their path through life. From my own journey, I can only hope to emulate a cumulative fraction of those that have been generous enough to share their impactful, patient-focussed methods with me when I am with patients of my own. I just hope to remember: it's not about me.

I am not sure there is a better way I can conjure up a finish to this post, but I have been messing with the idea to leave you all with a "feature" that I have particularly enjoyed in the last few days since we last talked. I mean, you've made it this far, and lawd knows I appreciate it. So, here goes it for a first dive into a segment I will call: Here Ya Go

Here Ya Go: "A Little Respect" by Erasure - a gem of a duo out of England's mid/late-80s still making music that is more dynamic and powerful the so much of today's.

Thanks for reading.

30th Birthday

This birthday has afforded me the opportunity to once more reflect on how lucky I am.

my parents joked that I looked like Buddy Hackett

My parents went down to Bogota Colombia to get me when I was almost 3 months old, and I am here writing this in this house I grew up in. Sure, there are times where I am bitter about not being where I expected myself to be by now or I will sting myself with mild annoyance for not putting myself in a position for success earlier on. Yet, a day like this does well to anchor me back to where I've been so fortunate. Everything I have is not a coincidence - the opportunities, the lessons learned, the relationships I have... Surrounded by those that have loved me unconditionally from the moment they first met me and have done everything in their power to give me the best opportunity in life is a very special thing that I know is rare.

a very rich cake for me!

Not much has changed since I first got here and I somehow feel that I will remember this birthday in particular because of everyone that made it special all over again.

you should be jealous

I'm looking forward to the changes ahead.

My car is nearing the end of its long tenure of being paid for. I bought scrubs for this semester's round of my clinical experience - and hopefully more opportunities down the road.

The semester dodged another snow show disruption this weekend.

sweet sunrise commutes are always nice

The physical therapy world's Combined Sections Meeting (CSM) is coming up this week, and I am unsure how I feel about it. Convention type things don't energize me, but it'll be an experience!

bought this casio-wannabe watch for myself

Anyway, looking back for me is an uplifting thing to do. For that, I am so grateful. I need to go ride my bike.

Thanks for reading.

Back To The Books

Thanks to the dump of snow this January, I had an extra 24 hours or so of my winter break to mess around with.

what snow?

I can't say I did much with it that's too exciting, but it maybe was the extra bit that I needed to flip my mind back into school mode. If I'm being honest though, I am sure it wouldn't matter to me whether I had a week more or less to my winter break. If class is on, I'll be right back to it as best I can be without hesitation. I'll say it... part of me is wishing there wasn't a snow day to start things off. I don't want to waste instruction time, but modern technology's ability to have our professor record a lecture to the tune of their powerpoint is appreciated. I am looking forward to another semester and another load of information that will add to the foundation of my future.

Sounds pretty good, doesn't it?

the fingers hurt after this session of note-taking

But before this semester hits me and takes me out of the reality everyone else gets to exist in, I will linger a touch longer on some of what I enjoyed during this break. I rode my bike almost every day, and I spent time with the people that mean the most to me - all good stuff. Shout-out once more to the guys at Bicycle Pro Shop - Springfield for being a top group of guys for this area of NoVA's cyclists. Young Fix'em-Up (Woody) and the boys were generous enough to toss me this hat I drooled over and these sweet, sweet socks to ride in. Thanks, guys. I hope to be able to ride with you all again soon.

Check out their Instagram: @bicycleproshop

[EST. 1958] cool cool cool

The "winter" break wouldn't be in NoVA without the sun coming out and temperatures topping near 65 Fahrenheit at one point or another. I made sure to extend rides like this one - tapping into that "this is why I ride" feeling.

quick pic for proof

I think that's all I have to write about for now. Maybe I'll share some of my school experiences on here - if I get time to write.

the construction pit outside our class room

And before I go... check out this documentary about a 1st year pro team racing the USA Crits. The one dude is PASSIONATE - dropping f-bombs, connecting dots, drawing lines, and lettin' us all know how different he and all of us bike racers (or some anyway) are from the rest of the world. I'm not all like this guy... but I'll be damned if there isn't a good spoonful of his passion and this-is-what-I-wake-up-for-every-day gravy in me as well. Give yourself 34 minutes and the place to yourself to watch this explicit bike racing movie. This is the answer to the question "where do you see yourself in 5 years?" for me - after a lot of hard work.



Thanks for reading.

Got Me a Call-Up

You guys... It's not every day that I get a call-up. It's something I've been working for all month long without even knowing it.

you know... the hours and hours on the trainer

But if you're like me... you don't make a big deal out of these things. Sure I'm honored, humbled, and no less heartened to know that I haven't been forgotten. I've been tuning my mind, body, and spirit for an opportunity like this. Here's the thing, folks... this type of call-up to the line is an astronomical opportunity ... I'm not gonna lie. But as I said - I take it all in stride.

Did I shave for it? I mean, wouldn't you? This "call-up" is no big deal or anything... like I said. Also, if I'm being honest, it was more of a text situation. But okay, yeah - I shaved for this.

The longest my hair had been in maybe 7+ years?

So what's this all about, you're asking?

A sweet, sweet group ride, baby!

Shout-out to Young Horse Power, Woody, and the boys at Bicycle Pro Shop in Springfield for the "Clifton Crusades Ride" this morning.

gonna have to pick up one of these soon

The winter weather was perfect with me banking HARD on the forecasted sunny skies. Like the nice, modern gentleman that I am, I checked the weather forecast last night when I got the "nod" for today's ride, and you KNOW when I saw the call for morning sunshine that something special was about to go down. Maybe it was because I was 1.5 beers deep that I decided shaving my legs was necessary and correct. Maybe it was a cosmic alignment. You can decide which. All I know is that Clifton did not disappoint. In fact, it was a treat to share some of those roads I've had the pleasure of punching miles into with some riders that are new to them. It hurt at times, but our 5-rider crew was up for the mixed terrain and technical twists of the morning's classic Clifton ride. There were definitely points where I tuned into how much I enjoy riding bikes.

Indeed this morning's ride is the start of what is hoped to be a weekly, Sunday morning jaunt out of the Bicycle Pro Shop Springfield location. That is truly what makes this ride so special. It can be hard to establish a weekly ride in this area. I have my fingers crossed that this one makes it even when I cannot once school picks up again for me.

beachy

Beyond all that, the co-captain and I took a New Year's day stride along the C&O Canal. It was much needed before spending the rest of that day taking the last of the leaves off my parental's property.

stay loose, America

That's all I've got for now.

Thanks for reading.

A 2018 Closer

Having spent post of this year at the tremendous age of 29, I suppose the term "end of an era" comes to mind. Not that I can fully comprehend what my physical "peak" was or was not, I do know that, physiologically speaking, I am forever on the down-slope of my physical prowess. Be that as it may, I know my best days on the bike are still in front of me and I can hardly wait. No rush, though. I still have another year and a half of school. But I know I will have hard battles ahead of me for years to come once I hit the masters categories. Those are still years away, but I'll plant the seed now as I mentally begin my patient return to this sport I love. 

many cinnamon rolls were had this holiday season.

Today's ride was short, not so fast, and altogether painful. I still enjoy the pain even when there is no need for it. I do not believe I will have another month off for the rest of my professional-oriented life. I have ridden my bike 13/14 days so far - not to mention one of those days I did a 2-a-day workout while another I was without my Garmin!!! Again, there's no ascertainable reason for my riding except for just that - I want to ride. It's just one more blessing I want to appreciate as much as I can.

brr

These past few rides have afforded me the ability to do some exploration of trails right in my backyard. I haven't discovered them all on my own thanks to the fiance, but they are exciting to ride and explore further after so many years of managing road riding in this area. It must be said that these trails so far are incredibly flat, but at least there's usually a creek nearby.

taken with a very tight grip on the phone

I found this 200lb TV curb-side with a clear sign on it with big capital letters spelling "FREE." I did a number on my biceps transferring this hunk into my car's trunk, but it'll be well used before I'm done with it!

Sweet, sweet FREE! How lucky is that!!?!

This little guy was almost lost, but a vigorous hard-reset brought it back to life... do you see the indents from button mashing on my index finger!?!

Yeah, that was a weird moment. I almost lost my Garmin a few days ago. I turned it on as one does a few moments before heading out the door to ride, and the sucker decided to punch out. Determined to not let a little computer get in the way of me having a good ride, I set out without it and came to terms with its demise somewhere in those 1.5 hour jaunt. At some point the next day I looked up the hard-reset and it worked - though I had to hold it for longer than what the various instructions said to - nothing to lose I guess. Before resuscitating it, I did look up and weigh up replacements. I almost pulled the trigger too. Holding true to my non-impulsive nature during my 24 hours without a Garmin, I was of course reminded that I did not need a computer that tracks my every effort in order to ride. It's a nice thing to have, but there is no way I need it. Part of me finds it completely unnecessary to even train with. It's a coach's tool, but for me - I do not believe I actually need it to train. Anway, I don't actually have to be without it so I'll table this debate for another day... or never.

I had to replace my rear tire last week. This bump was unbecoming of the trainer rides I so diligently put myself through.

I usually have longer runs on my cheap tires

I think this is where I will leave this aimless post. I'm hungry and need to drink more water.

Thanks for reading.

It's Been Too Long

Let's not drag our feet here... I've not been on this for a long time.

Since my last postings, a lot has naturally happened. It's the end of 2018 and I have caught my mind drifting to the time and effort I used to put into this. By whatever role it serves me, I always look fondly at this space.

the atrophy is real

Reflecting now on what brings me back... I would have to say it began at my legs. I was out for a ride the other day... other week - recent memory nonetheless, and I had a feeling from my legs I haven't experienced since my first year of riding. It was internal. Something purely in the language of my mind, body, and the billions of connections between. Tied to memories of my developing legs where there's fatigue, but it wasn't quite that.... The jungle gym my brain is trying to negotiate to explain what I felt is irrelevant. What I felt during that ride effectively brought me back to when I began riding and when I fell in love with it.

I've kept up riding since I last posted here. I've had my biggest cycling success (keep reading for a touch more on that) as well as my absolute toughest personal trials (and a triumph or two) since I last posted here. I'll keep this primarily to cycling, but I will say that over two years on from my last posting here, I have so much to appreciate in life. I am headed into the future with a direction, purpose, and partner that has backed me through it all.

"yes" in her words, not mine (also we got that stone down-sized since)

That ride that put that apparently indescribable feeling back into my legs also planted a seed that has me excited to revisit this as well as the future I still have in cycling. I'm in a doctor of physical therapy program in Northern VA until August, 2020. I will not likely be racing until the spring/summer of 2021. How old will I be then?... (literally taking a minute to think on this one) 32! I'll be 32 years old. I imagine I will be riding as much as I can during that summer of 2020, but racing will probably not be in the cards since I will have spent these last 3 years full-time in this program. My body will have changed from now and then. I have already noticed changes, but I also know that I will be able to control them when I focus up again to train to race. I wish it could start in earnest now, but I won't act like I haven't enjoyed putting so much effort to gaining the knowledge and skills that I will be using for years as a physical therapist... and cyclist.

note the light mount here... I really need to get a proper commuting bike.

I last posted here a few months before this, my third ever win. It was huge for me. I cried on my long drive home from it. It meant so much... more than I realized. It felt good. Really good. Addictive good. Even now I can still tap into it. It put a lot of self-belief back inside me. I will look back on it when I begin to train again and it will fuel me. You all deserved me posting in a big way about it, but I've just boiled it down for you. It won't be my last time I find the podium (and the top step thereof).

1st is so rare for me... the unnecessary bike throw is just how badly I needed to make sure I had it. also, I pinned my front wheel to the black between the yellow lines for that sprint to be sure I kept myself straight through to the line after I flew past a rider I had fooled into leading me out to the last corner. this race had everything I wanted to win with.

spot the garmin, then spot how much wind it's hitting...

Anyway, glad to see you're still here.

Maybe I'll post some stuff about my PT school journey to occupy some time and space. I do ride my bike the 13.5 miles in when I can (mentally or otherwise). Sorry-not-sorry for the poor writing this post. I'll work on it as I post more.

Thanks for reading.

Where's The Podium #25: All American - 18th

If I'm going to be honest, today was a disappointment. I could've/should've/would've done better. Like a thick fog, a certain weakness stifled my race today.

My teammates took 2nd and 3rd in our Cat4 race, and 4th in the masters-35+ Cat3/4. Awesome. I am happy that they have performed, and expect that they will be upgrading soon.

Yet, seeing/writing as how this blog is all about me... I think I should focus on my performance and result.

Horrible.

You know that feeling... how it feels like to be left out? - that's how it feels from this race. I was left out, and nowhere did that feel most pungent than during the post-race discussions about how good your form is and how good you are right now and how good this teammate or that teammate is .. those comments were not directed at me, nor should they have been. Don't feel sorry. Get away with that. No one congratulates, commends, or cares about my mid-pack finish - least of all me. No one cares that I was boxed-in, that I still had matches to burn, that I still felt strong during the sprint, or that the 'yellow-line rule," slow race pace, dodgy braking from other riders, or moto-ref all may have combined to keep me front doing anything to move up. No one should bend an ear to listen to my post-race recap of the final meters and how I "felt strong," "finished strong", and avoided all the near crashes for a false opportunity at a result because of this or that, and everything else. No one cares how you feel stronger this year than you did last year.

Prove it.

I hate excuses. They are worthless.

Thus, my race day ended up worthless. I will not waste your time explaining each of the four laps in great detail, but they followed a fairly expected path:

• Lap 1: Slow pothole orientation with a heaping side of moto-ref horn-blaring - the hills were easy - I've seen these road before.
• Lap 2: Less slow with more of the moto-ref mating call to each and every road without a center-line - this moto-ref is an ass.
• Lap 3: Some found it fast, I found it expectedly paced. Any breakaway, I knew, would be caught and I was glad for finally having a faster pace to this lap. The moto-ref was enjoying his authority to relegating about 1/3 of the actual offenders to the "yellow-line-rule" he so passionately pursued - which is why riders kept blatantly doing pissing all over that rule.
• Lap 4: I was focused, but expected and actually hoped for worse. For half the lap I thought the moto-ref had taken a back-seat to let the race pan out as it may, but he kept his necessary-annoyance known, and "nowhere to go" is a lock-in unless you are in the top-10 from the final turn even though I apparently inflated my final placement after the team's excited post-race chit-chat. Honest mistake, guys. I know I was better than some, but obviously not as good as I thought today.

Needless to say, my race finished with a terrible top-20. I usually leave right after finishes to these races, but I stuck around to try to soak up some of the good vibes from the WWVC results (not to mention the next wave of racers lined up right behind my car so I was stuck for the next half-hour regardless). As annoyed as I am at myself, I was happy to see my teammates enjoying their results. I decided to hang around the registration/results paddock, yet unfortunately, I was well out of place. Honestly, I did not belong with the top finishers - even though they were teammates of mine. Through no fault of their own, I had teammates talking about how good the team was, looks at me and exclaim.... "oh and that you're am a good sprinter sometimes too." Yeah... I needed to go.

That is what happens when you get complacent. That is what happens when you get lazy. That is what happens when you lose discipline, control, and self-confidence.

Complacency is a virus.

I am sick of letting myself down and hanging on to this if I am just going to tell the same story over and over again no matter how "strong" I feel.

The only truly good thing about today for me is that my car did not fail after having me run it on "zero" gas for miles on end until my gps could get me to a gas station. I need to get my oil changed, a tire replaced, and apparently a brake replaced... I smell exploitation from a grubby gas station, no?

Tomorrow looks to be a solo ride.

Thanks for reading.