Damn you Lance

I always find it interesting how some of life’s more prominent events can be deconstructed with the benefit of hindsight. Those things are brought to our attention in many ways but inevitably leave us wiser for the newfound knowledge. We are buoyed by a confirmation of what we always suspected or deflated by the demise of a once respected icon.

As a child I thought Jesus was pretty cool to walk on water and then someone told me it was probably a sand bar, or submerged rocks and favourable light. Then I became an atheist and realised, damn it John 6:15-21, you lied!

Then in my youth there was Uri Geller, a self-proclaimed psychic who could recite audience members’ car license plates and bend spoons by rubbing them. Uri had me glued to the TV emulating him unsuccessfully with my sticky Milo spoon. As it turned out his manager had given him the license plate numbers and magicians outed the spoon-bending trick. A paranormal freak or a well-practiced magician? Damn you Uri, you lied!

Many years later there was that jump-suited president declaring “Mission Accomplished” from the flight deck of an aircraft carrier…when the war has never ended. Then there were those pesky ‘weapons of mass destruction’… that didn’t exist! Damn you George ‘Dubya’, you lied!

Moving along to 2010, Ride Cycling Review (RCR) published an article comparing the physiology and performance of two elite cyclists, Lance Armstrong and Cadel Evans. The article,  Lance vs Cadel: a study of two 22-year-olds  is by Dr David T. Martin, a senior physiologist at the Australian Institute of Sport (AIS).  In his role Dr Martin has been testing elite athletes including Cadel, for over 15 years. You can read the full article on the RCR website however, if you want to skip to the stage finish, here are the highlights:

“… this physiological comparison is of interest because it reiterates that Lance is not merely a physiological freak. Oh yes, he possesses many physiological prerequisites for being successful as a road cyclist but he is not a physiological outlier when compared to other pro cyclists. If anything, Lance’s aerobic capacity is lower than Cadel’s, not extremely superior and we haven’t even addressed the capacity of other top riders like Alberto Contador.

“So don’t think it has been easy for Lance. The data doesn’t support the argument that Lance wins because he was born with some God-given gift, some unique physiological capacity that makes his success as a professional road cyclist easy. There’s a lot involved in winning. Don’t assume that Lance just jumped on a bike and found out that he possessed a superior aerobic capacity and was capable of dropping everyone off his wheel while riding up a nasty climb in the Alps or Pyrenees.

“No, quite the opposite. Lance has great physiology but so do many other professional cyclists including Cadel Evans. The great physiology is a requirement but not a differentiator. I believe the data reviewed in this article supports the concept that Lance is a winner because he has committed himself, trained hard, and designed his environment to allow him to produce exceptional performances.”

According to Dr Martin, “based on physiological traits, it is just a bit too simplistic – and a bit naive – to think that all of Lance’s achievements can be explained by superior build.”

So looking back to those seven Tour de France victories Lance; what was it about your environment that allowed you to produce those exceptional performances? I know you were committed but was it just because you trained harder and smarter and made yourself tougher physically and mentally?

All along the way there were doubters that said you used performance-enhancing drugs but you were emphatic in your denials.

“All that hard work, sacrifice and focus will never show up in tests.” You said it was your body and you could do whatever you wanted to it. “Study it; Tweak it; Listen to it. Everybody wants to know what I am on. What am I on? I am on my bike busting my ass six hours a day; what are YOU on?”

Well Lance, I can tell you what I am not on. I’m not on my bike busting my ass six hours a day. I’m also not on Erythropoietin (EPO), I’m not on Testosterone, Human Growth Hormone, and Corticosteroids and I’m not blood-doping nor having saline and plasma infusions.

Oh and while I’m at it, I don’t believe the political spin of world leaders, I don’t believe in paranormal feats and the supernatural, nor do I believe in superhuman efforts. Sadly, not even those of a once revered, seven-time Tour de France winner…

Damn you Lance, your teammates said you lied!

 

Martin, Dr David (2010), Lance vs Cadel: a study of two 22-year-olds, Ride Cycling Review, RIDE #47 (volume 01, 2010), http://www.ridemedia.com.au/?p=7387

Park Alice (2012), Which Drugs Is Lance Armstrong Accused of Taking?, Time Healthland, http://healthland.time.com/2012/08/24/which-drugs-is-lance-armstrong-accused-of-taking/#ixzz29NDmSo5R

The river

The rain washes darkness into the mist,

Falling into a swollen, mud-brown Yarra.

Weaving and winding like a slippery eel,

Slithering under the sleepy gaze of glistening trees.

The gums hang low, sodden, heavy and wet.

A winter’s evening in the company of a river,

Running, eager for the sea.

The missing beat

The missing beat of what once was.

It must still be there somewhere?

The secret of a dank basement;

In a cavity below the Annandale perhaps?

 

Hiding behind a silverfish-eaten carton of Tooheys long-necks.

There it sits, in a sea of dust,

Floating on a rotting Battle of the Bands poster.

There it sits, suspended in fluid…

 

A spiderweb covered jar of formaldehyde.

But the spiders have moved on,

Only shells of blowflies remain

Cocooned in dusted and matted strands of silk.

 

It glints green from a crack of light.

There it sits, inert and still,

There it sits, lost and lifeless,

The missing beat of what once, was.

 

Shriveled like a bleached kidney,

The cultural heart of Sydney.

 

The marriage of the cobra and the mongoose

If we were to pair a cobra and a mongoose, it might be reasonable to assume this wouldn’t be a match made in heaven. There is a school of thought that opposites attract and case in point, that could certainly be said about these two. However, physical characteristics aside, there are some more fundamental differences that potentially dampen the likely success of this union. Regardless of how manly and cuddly he may be to coil up with, Matty Mongoose may not be the most appropriate choice of partner for Corina Cobra.

I have some experience in this matter. Not with Cobras fortunately but with unions. After about ten years of marriage my ex-wife, the first one, wanted us to attend marriage counseling. I resisted (as I now realise), because I was afraid of what it might reveal.  Finally after many months I relented and to my surprise, found it was a life changing revelation for me. As if a thick curtain had been drawn back, light flooded into my dark, inner self. Counseling was affirming and empowering. I couldn’t return quickly enough. My ex-wife on the other hand, hated it! She immediately bemoaned it’s usefulness and after the second visit, bemoaning transformed into outright hostility.

What brought about such a paradoxical outcome? It was, the revelation of what really makes each of us what we are. Let me explain…

We have hints of this throughout life, we are drawn to some people and remain friends for life. Others come into our lives along the way and stay there close, or at a distance, wherever they fit. Some not so. We out grow them, they us, we move on, they move on…perhaps the gloss wears off or something happens that breaks a bond, removes trust, scours the fabric of our innate sense of morality or ethics. You know it when it happens, someone will do something that just doesn’t sit right with you. You might dwell on it, or file it away into the recesses of your mind but it sits there…and you know it.

The thing about non-partner relationships is that there is so much other “stuff” going on, distractions, time apart and no real need to explore what is different about each other, as most of time you are too busy enjoying life – so easily avoid it. If a big issue, then it may well fracture your friendship and you part, perhaps lamenting them, perhaps glad of their passing. However, in a marriage or a partnership, this may take on a different guise.

Your partner will do things that annoy you. If it’s physical you probably compensate – clean the drips from the floor in front of the toilet, scrape the hair from the drain hole, squeeze the toothpaste from the end of the tube, pick up the dirty undies, wash the dirty dishes, mow the lawns, clean out the car…whatever your differences you find yourself compensating or accepting or perhaps rejecting if those differences really matter to you. I pass no judgment but now understand the reasons why.

There may be more insidious issues that may gnaw away at you – the disparaging remarks about your friends, or worse, your family. The sanctimonious attitude or equally the unsophisticated shrug of the shoulders to something that has particular importance to you.  A division of political, social, religious or intellectual proportions. Even greater, a division of ethical boundaries – something that sits as a foundation to everything we do.

All of these differences and indeed myriads more can be glossed over and pushed to the side in the interests of the positive things in your lives, your commitment to each other, your busy lives forging a partnership. Then along comes children. So what changes?

We all know a child provides a sudden re-appraisal of lifestyle. Most people gloss over it thinking they are different and nothing needs to change if you don’t let it rule your life – but it does. Life revolves around the needs of a helpless, adorable being that is a part of you. Your flesh and blood, your DNA and that of your partners. This need not be genetic by the way. I’m adopted and know from my own experience that bonds can be formed that are every bit as strong, even stronger that some genetic ones. Your children are an extension of you and as such can take on greater focus than your partner. Hang on, what did I just say?! Well indeed it can be and is, in lots of cases, true. The bond you make with your child may compliment the one you have with your partner but it is also true to say, it may compensate for the bond you would like to have…

Unless you have the emotional intelligence and the strength of character to recognise the differences and act upon them, to work together (and it does have to be together); to accept these differences, to work at changing, to compensate, to compromise. This may succeed with issues of lesser emotional impact, such as house training and the like – but can it succeed with core values, our inner stamp, which remains hidden most of the time until an escalation has us reaching within, not realising what we will find. Which brings me back to our counseling sessions.

What was revealed for me was that my views, my convictions and my inner turmoil was real, justified and that I should act upon it and not repress it.

What was revealed for my ex-wife was we did indeed have distinct differences, irreconcilable ones as it turned out…and that I wasn’t to blame for those, nor was she. However she wanted to cling to a dream while I yearned for freedom from my inner turmoil and freedom to express my true self. Irreconcilable, yes. Sad, traumatic and ultimately destructive; bitter and acrimonious as it spiraled out of control. All revealed from one simple, constructive counseling session. All created by childhood.

So what was it that set this emotional time bomb ticking? It was revealed, as my counselor peeled back the layers of our inner most selves, our deep core formed by the union of nature versus nurture. We are the products of our personalities, ‘we’ for each of us, varies. It makes this wonderful existence and our inter-personal relationships so enlivening, entertaining, so rich and colourful. So what of our nurture? Well that is the interesting part. The real point of difference.

Each and every one of us from different families, were of course raised in different households with different parents. Each family imparted their views, ethics, morals and mechanisms for expression, passion, reservation, communication, resolution, argument…the list goes on. Our family environments in early childhood, those first seven years of life (or thereabouts) shaped how we now behave and react, our default reactions, our emotional responses which have been impressed into our personalities and define our persona. Did your mother or your father instill a sense of responsibility for your actions or pander to your tantrums? Were you guided to consider others or were your needs met above all else? Did your family avoid any discussion of issues or alternately happily engage differing points of views and try to resolve disputes – did you talk and debate, was your opinion considered and could you agree to disagree…or did emotive arguments ensue, followed by hysterics, or even worse violence?

When you understand that the family environment, the one which guided your childhood intellectual and emotional development, has in fact shaped the person you are today, you may understand your own behaviors, emotions, ethics and morals and the reasons for them. Equally you will be able to recognise those of others around you.

Most of us conveniently side-step this revelation until a child comes along. It is then that these imprints of values and ethics take on more importance than any other time in your life. This child is part of you, your flesh and blood (or emotional equivalent) is to receive your deepest and most heartfelt outpouring of love and values, your values. So when those values differ from those of your partner – well there is suddenly your child and an emotional elephant in the room. A glaring, unmistakable point of difference, which now matters more to you or your other, pretty much more than anything that has happened before.

If you and your partner share emotional intelligence and can recognise and articulate your differences, then you may be able to navigate your way through this perilous emotional passage. If you can’t reconcile those differences you may decide to accept and compensate for the other, for the sake of the union. This result potentially leaves you living with a win-lose outcome. You or your partner are conceding something that may eat away at your/their very core. Unresolved emotional turmoil churns away inside you and can be highly detrimental to your health. There is an established pattern which shows that stress induced changes to the immune system lead to ill-health and increase your chances of developing nasties like cancer.

The irony is that separating may provide the circuit breaker for your own stress but it doesn’t resolve your parenting differences. It actually magnifies them – you are unable to intervene as you now relinquish control over what happens to your children when they with your ex’ and of course, vice versa.

Adding a child to a relationship will expose your core values, your guiding principles that are rarely discussed and seldom articulated and explained prior to partnering or marrying. Who has ever experienced pre-marital counsel advising, ‘I am so sorry to be the bearer of bad tidings – but you two are destined to failure…’

Friends may see it and express reservations; say ‘are you sure, really sure he’s right Corina?’

Of course you are; ‘Matty is sooo (sic) right for me – I know some people call him a Mongoose but he doesn’t behave like that at all’.

Nup, the realisation is never going to happen until it’s too late, is it? But who’s to say all that passion and emotional turmoil isn’t character building and life enhancing?

It’s just that despite the lustful hormones that are currently rushing through your bodies creating feelings of consuming passion, unparalleled sexual pleasure, intimate tenderness and above all a sense of true love and destined permanent union – you actually may end up hating each others guts with all the intensity and venom of a cobra and a mongoose!

Thanks to Meshel Laurie for the inspiration:  When parenting styles clash inside a relationship

My Bike Project on a hot roll…

Saturday 28 January 2010:  Teaching a group of young kids riding skills is great fun but seeing those skills being used to broaden boundaries, to experience and engage with previously unexplored parts of the city was truly rewarding.  The My Bike Project peloton set off from The Huddle at Arden Street under a burning Saturday afternoon sun for its most adventurous ride yet, which provided the added bonus of taking me along some previously unridden paths as well.

The crew were able to test their skills on a variety of terrain from bike lanes to a ducking and weaving Moonee Ponds Creek Bike Trail, which snakes under CityLink, then negotiating busy arterial roads as we tracked our way through Docklands, past Etihad Stadium and crossing funky Webb Bridge to coast our way into South Wharf.  From here it was careful riding alongside the Yarra on shared paths, which soon became inundated with pedestrians as we soft-pedalled and picked our way through the crowd to emerge at Birrarung Marr, then switching back to cross Princes Bridge. From here we turned down into the park, past the boat sheds and on to Alexandra Gardens and our destination, Yarra Skate Park.

Some of the adventurous took the opportunity to push their riding skills in the park, an obligatory kick of the footy, an ice cream and some on-camera time for interviews before the return ride via a busy Southbank.   We weaved our way past an assortment of buskers and the Chinese New Year Celebrations before finding respite from a water fountain and then back into the curling tunnel of Webb Bridge again to return.

What a great day to be out and about exploring Melbourne on two wheels.  I hope you enjoy the video a much as we all loved the ride …

Tour Down Under skids into watching fans

TDU Stage 1 Finish; not courtesy of Channel 9

Awarding broadcast rights for the Tour Down Under to Channel 9 is akin to selecting a manufacturer of car tyres to make a specialist bike tyre… resulting in one big skid mark!  Harsh you may say?  Judging by the outcry from cyclists this past week it would seem not.

Events South Australia have clearly ostracised cycling fans across the country with their decision to award a three-year broadcasting rights contract to Channel 9.  The proof is in the pudding and a smelly black pudding it is!  The reaction of the cycling public has hit a rather large snag for TDU organisers and said broadcaster…leaving a bloodied trail all over online social media, websites and blogs such as this one.

Perhaps awarding the rights to Channel 9 was purely a financial decision, or was it an expectation that a mainstream commercial broadcaster could connect with a broader audience – one of the ‘common man’ thus bringing more interest and revenue (…oh look, there’s that word again), to the Tour Down Under.

Is it fair to describe Channel 9 as a general purpose mainstream sports broadcaster?  Probably, yes.  From what I can gather they do a pretty good job of footy and cricket, swimming or what-ever sports.  Not being a ‘Tele’ watcher I’m not exactly sure which of the broadcasters number thingies – 7, 9, 10 do what.  From where I pedal they’re all seem to be cooked from the same recipe.  Throw in ‘an anchor’, some panelists, someone with wisecracks and someone with teeth, a few “good on ya mate’s” and “go you good things”; blend with an overdose of overly loud advertisements and the general public will hit the recliner, beer and bucket of chicken in one hand, remote control and cholesterol tablets in the other.

Some of you may recall back to 2000 and the Sydney Olympics road race, when the strong German team got Jan Ullrich up to take the honours.  Unfortunately nobody informed the Seven Networks commentator that a cycling road race is actually a team event, in spite of the misplaced Olympic individual medal classification.  However I am sure there have been more – I just make a habit of not watching them on mainstream commercial TV, to deprive myself the angst of throwing my stubby at the set.

I must, at this point, apologise to my Mum.  She is of the view that if you can’t say anything nice, then don’t say anything at all!  In which case I should, strictly speaking, delete the previous five paragraphs.  Sorry Mum but I needed to vent in order to provide sufficient contrast.

You see cycling fans such as myself have enjoyed these past years, enjoyed them so much it seems that we now can reflect with some ignominy that in the words of the 80’s Glam Rock band Cinderella, you “Don’t Know What You Got (Till It’s Gone)”.   With the benefit of hindsight I can say however, that we did know.  We did know that SBS provided brilliant, highly informed specialist coverage that universally appealed to the cycling public, thanks to their knowledgeable professionalism and cycling expertise.

If you weren’t watching SBS free to air on the ‘Tele’, with far more agreeable commercial content, you could enjoy as I did, streaming coverage online that wasn’t written in flash (Channel 9), so I could watch it on my iPad when I was on the go; accompanied by the plethora of Cycling Central’s interviews and insights from insiders, career journalists and aficionados.  One and all, lovers of the sport, the art of cycling.  Anyone who tuned in to Le Tour de France or the Paris-Roubaix would know what I am talking about.

The problem for cycling fans in this country, is that it seems that TDU organisers clearly don’t know what I’m talking about.

http://www.adelaidenow.com.au/entertainment/tv/discontent-over-tv-tour-coverage/story-e6freeul-1226245920912

http://www.smh.com.au/sport/cycling/tv-coverage-is-just-not-cricket-and-nine-should-take-a-punt-20120115-1q1g4.html

My Bike Project


About My Bike Project

I have thoroughly enjoyed helping out as a Bike Buddy for My Bike Project – a bike skills and safety initiative by The Huddle for culturally and linguistically diverse young people (aged 14-16) in Melbourne’s inner-north.

The project is a partnership between The Huddle, The Squeaky Wheel, Victoria Police, City of Melbourne, and the University of Melbourne.

The objective is to educate the participants in safe riding, bicycle maintenance, and safe road behaviours. An equally important goal is the expression of identity and independence of movement, articulated through bicycle ownership.

Unclaimed bikes were donated by the Victoria Police and refurbished in partnership with organisations and individuals from the cycling community – like Sasha from http://ponybikes.wordpress.com/

The project framework includes education, skills development and community engagement. A series of group rides will encourage participants to travel to new areas and move more freely within their own neighborhood by bike.

The final session scheduled for the 28 January 2012 will feature a short film screening at The Huddle, documenting the project from beginning to end. Family, friends, project supporters and members of the community will come together to celebrate the participants achievements.

This event will be programmed as part of the 2012 Melbourne Bikefest, a celebration of bikes in everyday life.

Thanks to http://www.kangaroos.com.au/TheHuddle/MyBikeProject/tabid/18403/Default.aspx for the project and background information and words from above.

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