Monday, February 13, 2012

Handbook for Handling Fear

Since the first day I started training to race a bicycle, I thought there was a chance I could make it Pro.


The scariest thing about trying to care so much about something or someone is the fear that right now may be your only chance.  The fear that you are getting too old and second chances sounding as likely as economic stability, start to make decisions that are merely based out of insecurities.  We begin to make our decisions based on what we think is safe rather than what we really want.

To dramatize things--we've gone from the age of "Anything is possible!" to the age of "Why bother?"  Every professional athlete is doping.  Everyone who gets married gets divorced.  Your savings are just going to get wiped out by the stock market.  There are no jobs for college graduates, especially dream jobs.  There's always some political war overshadowing non-oil related humanitarian crises.  Everyone is just looking out for themselves.  So, why bother?

I blame the internet for making the world and everything in it so transparent.  Everyone can figure out exactly what they are capable of, take no risks, and proceed to live a very safe... boring life.  But that's a choice, so the internet can't be blamed.

I blame friends who tell others they should go do something, take a chance - a risk, when they can't themselves.  Our friends seems to know what would be the best choices for us and make it sound so damn easy to do.  But our friends are just too scared to do something themselves, so they can't be blamed.

I blame parents for telling their kids they can be anything they want when they grow up.  You can't just be anything.  You can be someone.  But you need something to be anything.  Our parents probably didn't become anything as they were promised, so they can't be blamed.

The something you need is belief.  I don't mean thinking how you can be something - that's too calculated.  I definitely don't mean accepting what others believe - that's conforming.  I mean that unhinged, fearless, dream-like state of focus that is required to deliver the existential claim to oneself or someone else.  "Believing-in" is very powerful and has a way of spreading to others once the result of overcoming is witnessed.

At Bunny Hop (Local Mid-Atlantic Criterium) a couple years ago my then teammate Chuck Hutcheson pointed me out during our team meeting before the race and told me exactly what he expected me to do that day.  He told me that when there was 10 laps left in the race, roughly 10 kilometers, I was to attack as hard as I could and give everything I had to break away from the field.  At this point I still was unsure if I had what it took to race against other elite riders and normally my pre-race instruction was to go race hard.  I thought I was good enough but I hadn't bridged the gap between thinking I could and believing I could be good enough.  This was the first time ever, or at least substantial enough for me to consider as such, in a sporting event that I was chosen to be a play-maker.  Twenty four years of wanting to be a go-to guy had accumulated inside of me creating a feeling much greater than thinking I could do it.  I had dreamed of doing it.  At the end of the meeting as we headed to the start line I started to believe in myself and nothing was going to stop me.

I could barely keep this secret to myself all race as the cyclists around me jockeyed for position and for their own motivations that day.  Could they sense that I knew something they didn't?  Had the other riders gone through this existentialism before, or were they all out there thinking they could do the exact same thing every other rider was thinking they could do.

It was time.  Ten laps to go and the field was all together.  We came around turn two of the three corner circuit and I hopped out of my saddle and opened up my final sprint with about ten kilometers of racing to go.  I looked back underneath my shoulder a few times and saw as riders responded trying to bridge the gap.  I kept sprinting.  Once I saw the field regroup I found my seat, put my head down, and mashed the pedals as hard as I could with no intention to ever slow down again.

By the time the field realized what was going on, I was 200 meters from the tail end of the pack with the lap ticker counting down quick.  Rival teams hit the front and began their chase in haste as I saw with crossed eyes 5 to go, 4 I think, just 3 more laps.

I remember old Bike Rack teammates on the side of the road roaring for me to keep going and the rider known as Sensei course marshaling telling me I could 'do it'.  The secret was kept safe, I had already done it.  I believed in myself and did something that before I would have thought I could have done, but been too scared to try.

As I came through the start-finish line with one lap remaining the field came roaring by with my teammates perfectly positioned to take the sprint for 1st and 3rd.  I came by some moments later in 64th place and rolled through the parking lot where a junior rider who had been watching the race told me how awesome 'that' was and how he hoped he could ride like 'that' someday.  He will, if he believes he can.  I hope I have something to do with that as Chuck's simple direction had to do with me realizing something much greater than having the ability to race at a high level.

Bunny Hop, May - 2010

From that day forward I found myself getting more and more opportunities to do what I thought I could do the first day I started training for a race.  One of the team managers, Tom Buzas, offered me one of the coveted spots to race in a few NRC (domestic pro) races such as Clarendon Cup, Basking Ridge, and Wilmington Grand Prix.  The Bunny Hop race was in May of 2010.  In a month I'll be racing Tour Do Interior De Sao Paolo in Brazil, a 5-day UCI (international pro) race.  I'm back to thinking I could 'make it' and no longer believing it.  

I'm too scared to quit my job to give the amount of attention needed to physically and mentally train, rest, eat, and meditate on the possibility that my friends think I can do.  That my power numbers when compared to numbers I see on the internet tell me I could do.  To my parents still telling me I can do anything.  Now I've had an untimely setback with my knee that has me even more resistant to believe I can do it.  Of course I still think I can because I have calculated what I could do.  But right now, I'm having trouble believing it.  

It took writing this to realize how stupid fear is and remember how awesome overcoming and achieving things because you believe in yourself is.  I lost the race at Bunny Hop, and it was only Bunny Hop.  But to me, it let me believe in possibilities and in self-belief and even the power of others' belief in you.  It's not only true in bike racing.  You will BE happy in relationships if you believe you are.  You will DO what you think you can if you believe you can.  Change is hard, risks are scary, losing hurts, and the safe-bet is easier.  Our insecurities derived from these things only articulate the value and beauty in overcoming, and believing-in ourselves.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Go West Young Man

Washington is not a place to live in. The rents are high, the food is bad, the dust is disgusting and the morals are deplorable. Go West, young man, go West and grow up with the country
-Horace Greeley
  • Washington, DC rent is too high.
  • I disagree about the food - it's pretty awesome.
  • Who doesn't develop allergies when they move here?
  • Tim Brown's morals are deplorable.  Cross-training is over!
  • Good luck in California Brownie. We'll all miss you.


From left to right (Marcus Floro, Tim Rugg, Tim Brown, Matt Ringer)

Well-known Mid-Atlantic cyclist and good friend Tim Brown is leaving us for the other side of the country.  Brown has been my teammate for as long as I've been racing and I've been his for as long as he's been racing.  We both started racing in June of 2008 for The Bike Rack as Category 5 Novice bike riders.  We both moved to the elite national team, Battley-Harley Davidson, as development riders in 2010.  In 2011 we had outstanding seasons making our mark as a couple of the most determined and rapidly developing riders in the Mid-Atlantic and beyond.  With skills complementary to each others riding styles, I imagined we'd always be riding on the same squad and maybe going pro together one day and cleaning up as "Tim Squared", "The Tim Towers", "Ruggles and Brownie". 

Today was an often ignored reminder that cycling is secondary to a job and making a living.  Brown has got to go where the work is... and "where he can surf" (dumb).  I hope the Mid-Atlanctic Criterium Champion of 2011 will take his fast finishing speed to the next level on the Los Angeles velodromes.  I'm just sad I won't be there to be a part of it.


Tim Rugg and Tim Brown dominating Greenbelt.

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Technology Tiger

I just booked my ticket for a race over three months from now, The Redlands Bicycle Classic.  This race marks the beginning of my 2012 campaign.  I already feel the pressure to do something big to get my team on board for taking a stab at the entire NRC Calendar

I have been in secret training mode since October.  So secret that I have abandoned the mustache and will likely do without it next year in an attempt to attack these races like a ninja.  To aid, my team is opting at keeping the jersey design pretty plain, despite my early attempts to mix things up with a design idea I dubbed the "Technology Tiger".

I've got mad Paint skills.
I tested out my sans mustache theory in Phoenix, AZ on a two week business trip that also turned into a two week secret cycling camp.  I met up with the elite national team, Landis Cyclery, during one of their minicamps thanks to a heads up from my buddy David Glick who will become the elder-muscle on the squad for the next year.  I was taken through the beautiful Tonto National Forest to Bartlett Lake.  This was an incredible ride, minus the brief hailstorm...

Bartlett Lake / Tonto National Forest
Halfway out of the climb out of the park my cover was blown by one of the teammates who had raced at Elite Nationals and then a flurry of attacks came from the young guns of yellow and green hailing from Tucson, Phoenix, and Flagstaff.  After a 60 hour work week and 20 hours already on the books for my training that week... I had to let the kids be kids, but they showed me that they mean business while knowing how to have a lot of fun.  Watch out for them in 2012.

Really excited for next year with the addition of Cisco to our sponsorship team.  I think I am in a rare situation to be representing two companies, XO Communications and Cisco Systems, Inc., in a work field capacity and a sponsorship capacity.  I happen to be Cisco certified and work as a Network Engineer that happens to use XO Communications for our Wide Area Network services.  I just nerded out a little, but it's pretty cool and I'm hoping I can be a strong ambassador for the companies on my bike and in my office.  I must be doing something right,  because despite the crazy balancing act I performed this year to be able to travel/race/work, I am happy to report I have secured work for the next two years.  And I put enough OT in while at Phoenix to hopefully fund my Christmas present to myself:

Eh, Eh... New Direction for 2012?

I don't think I'll be chasing that opportunity in Belgium next year.  I have many reasons, but it mostly comes down to being very happy with my current situation.  I felt the pressure to validate my racing season since I didn't get the invitation to the big leagues.  But I am validated everyday thanks to my friends, family, work, and motivation to keep racing here.

I look forward to sharing next season with you.  Who knows, maybe UnderTheRugg might start a little video series...

Monday, September 19, 2011

Fin


The Univest Grand Prix was nothing more than a final curtain call for what has been a long memorable season.  The broom wagon pulled up to me halfway through the race with the driver asking me if I was done.  I mustered an "I think so".  I had made a move earlier in the race knowing that I lacked the fitness to contest any finish, almost made it look good, and quickly faded.  The driver of the broom wagon rolled up the window and accelerated past me with a sign behind the vehicle stating END OF RACE.  I smiled and knew I was done.  End of season. 

I've received much more support than I could have ever asked for from my team, friends, and family this year.  And to top that off with encouragement and enthusiasm from awesome people I've met along the way has left me with a season I won't soon forget.  Thank you! 

2011 Season Achievements

FIRST RACE OF THE SEASON
1st Place - Morgantown RR


BEST RIDE OF THE SEASON
3rd Place - Elite National Championship Road Race


THE ONE I WILL REGRET
6th Place - Sat up early in Tour De Toona TT


FAVORITE RACE / BEST EXPERIENCE 
Most Aggressive Rider - Nature Valley Grand Prix



Wednesday, August 3, 2011

THE UCWT GRWC: I'll just go to a Belgium themed bar tonight, instead.


Last Thursday I was hanging out at The Bike Rack when I started getting text messages asking if the mustache would be back in time, whether I was going to go, and congradulations.  It wasn't til someone told me to check the USA Cycling website that I had discovered a wild card invitation to race in the UCI World Cycling Tour (UCWT) World Championship Final in Belgium. 

Well... despite the offer to receive a free "Energy Shot of Quick Energy (59 ml)" if I was prepared to spend about $2,000 in airfare, lodging, registration fees, etc... - I quickly realized that I was going to have to sit out the Group Ride World Championship (GRWC).  The idea sounds awesome for the sport of cycling in general, but it's not for me.  I feel like it's more of a burden than an opportunity because of how ridiculous, yet exciting it all sounds.  If I had vacation time and robbed a bank, I would have jumped on it just for an excuse to go to Belgium.  I suppose their's always next year!  Oh wait, if I decline the invitation I automatically miss out on a chance to compete next year.  That negative reinforcement trick won't work this time.

Make some Illinoise!

While my team, XO Communications / Battley Harley-Davidson is stomping the Mid-Atlantic RR Championship this weekend in Page Valley, VA, I'll be getting stomped by the Columbia National Team and Geox-TMC among many other national and international pro teams at the UCI 2.2 Tour of Elk Grove.  Igor Voshteyn of Jonathan Adler racing was kind enough to let me race as a guest rider with them.  The world-class field and the chance to test my abilities at such a high level are only half as exciting as the fact that my dad is going to be in attendance among the crowd.  He hasn't seen me race yet. 

Last year my mom saw me race a local crit, The Fort Ritchie Classic Criterium in Maryland.  It was the first time she had seen a bike race.  I was off the front the entire race with Joe Dombrowski, Curtis Windsor, Russ Langley, and my teammate in the race, Chuck Hutcheson.  I won every preme lap and buried myself trying to get Chuck in position to win. Chuck won and my mom was proud and loved watching the race.  It'll be hard to pull something off at Elk Grove, but I can't explain how excited I am to try to make him proud.


  

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

The Mustache: Ride.

I cringed when I set my alarm on my cell phone last night after the long trip back from Bend, Oregon and the Cascade Cycling Classic.  The phone displayed a message indicating "3 hours and 22 minutes until alarm".  I was home after a delayed flight back into DCA and had to scavenge some sleep before work.  If my car hadn't broke down a few weeks earlier, it might have said 4 hours - but now my extravagant bike/metro/walk/run commuting lifestyle had begun.  Back to reality... again.

I'm tired.  It's just after 8am and I am on my third cup of coffee.  I just finished a morning meeting but can't shake the images of the Cascades and the lava fields still fresh on my mind.  On paper, it doesn't look like I had a very good race - and if we're looking at the results... that's pretty much true, but I experienced some of the best bike riding to date. 

Two days ago I was dropped on the final stage of the CCC, the Awbrey Butte Circuit Race.  I raced for maybe 25 miles when everything went dark in the 83 mile conclusion to the 6-day race.  My heartrate was maxed, my breathing strained, and my ability to turn the pedals over had suddenly became a struggle with no fight left in me.  I had just came back from an attack - I don't know why I had attacked... I never have a very good reason except I love doing it. 

The night before I attacked randomly with 5 laps to go in the Downtown Bend criterium and scored myself $200.  I had spent most of that evenings race accumulating cheering sections for "Mustachio!... 99!... STACHE'!...Rugg!..." while surfing around the back of the race, that I felt compelled to give them a little more to cheer for.  It was a short-lived attack, doomed from the get-go with Kelly's train poised to run right over me for their lead-out.  It was a short-lived attack that made the whole trip worth it.  I was with high-fives from kids telling me I was there favorite! ...Me? ...Someone's favorite?  People wanted to take their picture with me.  And yes, I was asked for my autograph.  Their is no bigger award than knowing that somebody is cheering you on.

I was going through the feed zone for the second time during the Awbrey Butte Circuit Race, and I knew that my race was coming to an end.  I rode myself silly for days, probably doing a lot more than I should have, thinking I would still be able to pull off some final hour miracle.  But the miles had taken their toll and my legs weren't up for the impossible.  I had put so much pressure to do something awesome to impress others, and there I was, riding alone, off the back, dropped... riding for noone but myself.  At first I thought I'd just finish the lap.  Then I thought, one more lap for training.  And then I started riding hard.  And then I wanted to make it back to the valley road where you had to look behind you to see the Cascades, and had I not been dropped - would have missed the incredible view. 

And then I wanted to finish.  It was just me and my bike for almost 60 miles.  The final lap I saw only a few course marshalls picking up discarded bottles and the occasional field mouse.  I mostly thought about how lucky I was and how crazy this year has been for me.  It had been a long time since I got to spend time riding alone, and I remembered how much I loved just having that time to think about anything and everything.  I came across the finish line 38 minutes down from the winner and I had fell in love with riding my bike all over again.  If I never go pro, at least I got some high fives along the way.


PS - The mustache is gone.  For now.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Season Peak: What a ride this is...

"Allez! Allez!" ...I heard a man shouting behind me as I had my bike checked by officials to ensure it met UCI standards.  Allez translated from French is simply, "Go".  But spoken in French, this interjection commonly heard among the cycling community is beautiful and utterly encouraging.

I was lining up to race the clock against the likes of Bissell, Pure Black Racing, and Team Type 1 Development.  I hadn't rode the TT bike in almost two months and it was the first time ever racing on it.  The course was 5km with 15 technical turns through the business district of Altoona, PA.  I took the time to preview the course multiple times and now sat perched on my TT rig awaiting the countdown on the starting ramp replaying in my head over and over the advice I was just given by the bystander on the course, "Go".

I ripped through the 5k course in 05:15.9 averaging over 35mph missing an NRC podium by 3 seconds.  I finished in 6th place as the 1st amateur but was only immediately satisfied with my result.  When I look back on it, I only almost crashed twice and was a bit confused trying to find the finish line.  If I would have almost crashed 5 times, I surely would have found myself sharing a step with Bissell and Pure Black Racing.  I'll try harder and risk more next time.

Game Face

The rest of the Tour de Toona was a lot of fun with our 5-guy squad composed of two composite riders, David Glick and Steven Gordon.  These guys along with my teammates Sean Barrie and Keck Baker made for an awesome stage race full of tons of eating, racing, and bad TV to pass the time at the Blue Knob Ski Resort.  To wrap up the Tour de Toona and move on to other exciting news, I had a few more good results:

15th - Blue Knob Road Race
9th - Blair County Road Race
14th - Overall Standing after 4 stages


The Cascade Cycling Classic starts next Tuesday and I couldn't be more excited.  It was always a question whether I could fit it in my work schedule and then still coordinate the logistics required to race on the other side of the country, but it's all coming together. 

I've been working 50-62.5 hour weeks for the past month and have the green light from work to go, so I've purchased my airfare into Portland, OR next Monday.  I haven't figured out how I'm getting from Portland to Bend, so PLEASE reach out to me if you or anyone you know can help me with this!  My friend Troy Cross, contributor for Great Uncle Pappy's Cycling Almanac, will be coming to see stages 4 and 5 - bringing me back to Portland at the end of the race.

That brings the question about what to do about water bottle feeding during the races and transportation to the races.  That's where it gets interesting.  I'll be guest riding for a very well respected team, RideClean p/b PatentIt.com.  As long as I can get to where the team is staying - I'll have some race support and awesome company thanks to an invitation from one of their riders, David Glick (Guest rode for XO Communications/Battley Harley-Davidson) at Tour De Toona.

The RideClean mission "is to promote Clean Sport, facilitate discussion of this topic and support avowedly clean athletes through an organization of solidarity and in an environment that allows development according to individual potential."  I am honored to be riding for a team with such an awesome mission and am equally glad that RideClean doesn't include CleanShaven requirements, so the mustache ride will continue.  Note:  The mustache and myself have been tested negative and are just as passionate about Clean Sport as RideClean.


Tour of Elk Grove has been on my calendar all year.  I never thought I'd get into it... but I was always hoping I'd stumble across a way in.  Elk Grove is a UCI 2.2 Stage Race right outside of Chicago August 5th-7th.  To give UCI 2.2 meaning - it's basically a whole level higher than the NRC Pro Races that I've been doing.  At Tour de Toona, I got wind that Jonathan Adler Racing had been given an invite to race at Elk Grove, so I let them know I was interested.  They immediately extended the offer to ride with them and now I'm anxiously trying to book my flight and figure out how I can get my dad to come see me race for the first time.

I had my best cross-country result in high school when my dad came to watch.  It was something in the 19 minute range - I wasn't fast - but I was motivated to dig deeper.  My dad lives 3.5 hours away from Elk Grove in Battle Creek, MI.  It's never really been a possibility for him to come see me race, since most of my races, until this year, have been concentrated to the Mid-Atlantic region.  This race is a huge opportunity for me and I'm very excited to be racing for Jonathan Adler Racing.  I hope I can dig deep and make my dad proud in what will likely be the hardest race I've ever competed in.